Marshall not Mikaelson (Being rewritten atm)

"Always and Forever"

"Do you ever wonder how many people have drowned at sea?"
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"Who's that?" Allison asked her friend Lydia.

The duo was seated in the library, for study hall. But as usual, they ended up chatting more than studying.

Study hall at Beacon Hills High School was equivalent to a free period. Most students went out for lunch. Some to practice for sports. Others just hung out in the library or empty classrooms.

"I wouldn't know," Lydia shrugged.

"Oh come you know everyone." Allison rebutted.

"She must be new duh," Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Hmm" she hummed

The two were referring to Hope. The red-headed girl sat a few tables away, finishing up her chemistry work. While simultaneously battling the urge to eavesdrop on the conversation the two students were carrying.  Hope was never one to put her nose in others' business but the hush of the library combined with her superhearing left her no alternative. The library was deserted aside from the three girls, and the Librarian, (who was overdue for retirement) in her office.

"She's pretty," Lydia thought aloud scanning Hope up and down.

"Her hair is like yours," Allison mumbled.

"No. Her's is a dark auburn mine is a strawberry blonde." Lydia corrects her as she rises in her seat.

"What are doing?" Allison grabbed her wrist.

"Making a friend."
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Hope looks up to see one of the girls approaching her and one following behind. She had light red hair and wore a peach-colored dress with a pair of wedges. It was quite the outfit for school. 

"Hey," the first girl said leaning down placing her hands on the table.

"I'm Lydia, this is Allison," The girl named Lydia gestured to the girl next to her. She was tall with dark brown eyes and short brown hair to match. She smiles at Hope revealing straight white teeth.

Lydia continues, "We usually go out to watch lacrosse practice around this time and it would be kinda rude to leave you all by yourself in here."

Not really Hope thought to herself.

"Well-" she began.

"- so wanna join?" Lydia said cutting her off.

"Um..."

"Come on I don't bite,"

But I do.

This wasn't the first time Hope and her mother moved and it would not be the last. She was used to always being the new girl. She was used to the stares and whispers. She was used to being treated like an alien in these backwood towns that struggled to sustain a total population of a few hundred.

After the third movie, she gave up on making friends. After the fifth, she avoided any unnecessary interactions at all. Dating or any type of romantic relationship couldn't even be considered. She'd be gone in six months tops leaning behind heartbreak. Or worst-case scenario, her past catches up to her leaving her beau heartless. Literally. The idea was certainly not far-fetched.

Staying closed off was the safest thing to do. Something mighty but small in her mind longed for a change. Could this time be any different?

Hope contemplated her situation. Sit alone in the library balancing chemical equations or hang out with these seemingly cool people. It was worth a shot.