𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 : 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

FOUR

𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐑'𝐒 office was definitely not one of them. She was suppose to pin point where she must place him. With the witches since angel magic is almost like witch magic or the vampires. But since Liam hasn't died of certainly, he's not a vampire, yet.

The upside of it all is that if he dies, he'll still be an angel — half angel. But just a very thirsty, vampire angel. He's not looking forward to that day.

“Liam, I know being back here brings back some—”

“Uh, no offence Emma but I'm only here for the placing not guidance counselling. So, can we stick with that please?” Liam asks the woman. He didn't want to be rude but the last thing he wants is to talk to someone about his damn feelings.

“Liam, I'm just trying to help you,” Emma tells him. “Well, can you help me by finishing up here. I still need to learn the ropes around this school.”
Emma sighs before picking up a piece of paper, writing something on it and handing it to the boy. “Here, if you need any help, call me.”

“Uh, isn't this kind of inappropriate. I mean, no offence you're hot and all but I'm not into older woman,” Liam says with a small smirk. “It's not my phone number. It's a telephone number. If you need to schedule an appointment with me you can call or text me any time of the day to talk.”

Liam looks at the piece of paper with the number on it. “I don't think I'll be needing it, so. . .are you done here?”
Emma hands the boy the paper and he smiles thanking her. Now he can finally leave.

“Think about it, Liam.”

He nods and walks out of the room. He chuckles tearing the piece of paper up before throwing it in the trash.
Time to start the first day. 

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“Hey, Liam!”

Amara plops down beside the boy in the library. He was busy reading through his history book and he had to admit the fact that his dad was in a few stories was pretty interesting. He did learn that Alaric hated his father just because he was shired to Klaus Mikaelson.

“Hey, Amara. What's up?” he asks. She smiles brightly at him. “So, Penelope and I are throwing a party at the Old Mill tonight to celebrate the first week of school after the break. You wanna come?”

Liam bites his lip. He was actually thinking of doing some painting tonight but he definitely couldn't let the down. “We'll see.”
Amara sighs leaning closer to the boy. “Come on, it's going to be fun. Maybe you'll finally be able to hook-up with one of the cheerleaders?”

Liam groans pushing his hand into his hair. “Penelope told you about Bethany?”

“Yeah. Next time try going for a brunette or a redhead. All blondes on cheerleading—”

“Have STD's?”
“That's not what I was going to say. I was going to say that all blondes are desperate,” Amara says. A smirk forms on. Liam's lip as he leans forward. “You're blonde. So, are you telling me you're desperate?” he asks her. Amara pushes him back by his shoulder.

“You wish. But I'm talking about cheerleaders.”

Liam sighs shaking his head. “Nawh, I think I'm going to keep it on the down low for a while. Try to get use to the school before I even think about that. . .”

“You're no fun. But you're still coming tonight right?” Amara asks him. “You have to come.” Liam quirks a brow at the girl. “We've known each other for four days and you're already bossing me around?” Liam asks her. She was starting to show her true colors.

“Duh. So, at eight tonight. Don't be late.”

“'Kay.” Amara smiles and unexpectedly wraps her arms around him before jumping up and running off. Liam rolls his eyes, that girl is too energetic for her own good.

He turns his head and his green eyes make contact with blue eyes from the corner of the room. The girl immediately looks down and goes on with the book in front of her.

The Salvatore boy smiles and stands up from his spot. He walks over to the girl in the corner. He knew that she could sense his presence but she pretended to not know he was standing before her.

“Hey Hope.” The auburn haired girl looks up and she gives the boy the fakest smile she could muster up. “What do you want?”

Liam sits down beside the girl with a pout. “I'm sorry about the thing in the training room. . .I know I'm late and all but you've been ignoring me for days now,” Liam says. Hope rolls her eyes. “So, you think apologizes four days later is just going to fic everything?”

“Yes?” he asks and when she gives him a look he shakes his head. “No, not. Definitely not.”

“Okay.”
Liam sighs. “Hope, I know over the years it's been hard with what happened to your family but you gotta learn to not snap out on other people,” Liam says and the moment it left his lips he regretted it. The expression on her face was pure shock and rage.

“Excuse me?”

“That came out wrong. What I meant to say is that you shouldn't be sich a bitch. Shit! That came out wrong too.”

Hope stands up from her spot. “I thought you were trying to apologize and now you're calling me a bitch?” she asks him. “Hope, I'm sorry, okay? I sometimes don't have a filter. I sometimes just tell the truth without thinking of the consequences.”

“Oh so you do think I'm a bitch?”

FUCK, THIS WASN'T WORKING IN HIS FAVOR AT ALL.

“No Hope. I. . .I'm—”

“You know what save it Liam! I don't need to hear any of your bullshit anymore.” Liam groans as he watch the girl walk off.

WOW, YOU'RE A REAL FREAKING GENIUS

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Very short chapter. I'll update again very soon, don't worry.

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