Jealousy

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Original : iknowplaces on archiveofourown

Even after dating for the better part of the year, Hope Mikaelson still couldn't believe that Josie Saltzman had chosen to go out with her. Sure, she knew Josie had had a middle school crush on her, but she never would've thought that would've extended all the way into their senior year of high school, and especially not after Josie actually got to know her.

It was pretty much the dream. Josie Saltzman was her girlfriend. Josie Saltzman looked past Hope's checkered past, she'd looked past her family heritage and everything in between to love Hope, and well, it felt too good to be true. That's why when Penelope Park pops in for a visit, nine months after her departure, Hope finds herself more than a little jealous.

She had never really been the jealous type, that had always been more Josie's domain, as it'd never really seemed necessary with Landon or Roman. But Josie Saltzman, and her gorgeous flirty temptress of an ex girlfriend were different. Josie was worth being jealous over, if only for fear that Hope would lose her, something she was almost certain she never wanted to happen.

Penelope Park strolled up Monday morning with a cape brandishing her shoulders, a bag rolling right behind her, and a signature smirk that conveyed that she meant business. Lizzie audibly groans when she sees her, eyes trailing from her head to her toes. "Excited to see me, Saltzman?" Penelope asks, her voice loaded with her usual dosage of sass.

"Quite the opposite, she-devil, I beg to know why you've returned to ruin my life," Lizzie says, standing up from where she was seated and meeting Penelope head on.

"Ah, I've been invited for a week's long exchange program. Didn't you hear? Or did daddy not tell you? Hmm... typical," Penelope says as she wanders closer to where Hope is seated beside Josie.

Penelope's smirk fades a little as she spots Hope's arm tucked around Josie's waist, but she recovers quickly enough to say, "Wow, JoJo, you only get more beautiful the longer I stay away," and walk away, while the bitter jealousy pools in the bottom of Hope's stomach.

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In all honesty, Hope had never liked Penelope much to begin with, she was rude and vindictive and never believed Josie could do anything for herself, but she found she liked Penelope even less when she made a habit of flirting with her girlfriend.

Penelope had been there for three and a half days, and everyday got worse. Much to Hope's chagrin, Penelope had been assigned more than half of her classes, all of which she shared with Josie. This of course meant that Hope was present for every single one of Penelope's off colour remarks and flirtatious compliments, plus the blush that coloured Josie's cheeks every time it occurred.

She knows it means nothing, she knows her and Josie have a relationship based on mutual trust and understanding, but there's something about Penelope that turns her stomach and makes her insecure, makes her feel like Josie could do better. Penelope is gorgeous and flirty and she has a history with Josie, not a history with murder. Hope finds herself just a little worried.

She knows in reality that Penelope will be gone within the week, that everything will go back to normal then, but for now, Penelope Park is flirting with Hope's girlfriend, and it's driving her insane.

They're sitting in the common room, the two of them cushioned together, their hands interlocked in Hope's lap when Penelope strolls in, and takes a seat across from them. Hope nervously plays with their hands, and she knows Penelope sees her when her eyebrows go up and back down again in quick succession. She finds herself nervous at Penelope's mere presence, unhappy with how the girl makes her feel, but she supposes there's not much to do, she was their guest, and this was as much her common space as Hope's. Penelope locks eyes with Hope, and sets an evil smirk on her face, before looking over at Josie. "Hey Jo," Penelope says, the beginnings of an ulterior motive on the tip of her tongue.

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