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I will put an Author's note right here. On account of this being a fan fiction, some things will be changed around to fit the fan fiction.
"You might not be a Mikaelson by blood, but you're a Mikaelson by fate."
~~~ Elijah M...
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Faye puts on her matching galaxy mini skirt and cropped tank, she pairs it with a black leather jacket, some black converse low tops, an infinity ring her mom gave her and a ring that looks like an arrow. Faye puts her hair in a high ponytail before she kisses Laney before heading to school. ********
Faye sits in the front of Alaric's class this time, her leather jacket is unzipped. No one says anything to her about how she dresses because Mrs. Lockwood told them not to. Especially since Faye is the mayor's shadow b
"Hello class," Alaric greets as he walks into the room. "What are we leading today...?" Alaric asks more to himself.
"With the decades dance tonight, we've been covering the sixties all week," Faye responds, beating a student named Dana to it.
"Right..." Alaric says as he glances at her. "The sixties." He looks past her and sees Elena, he looks at her for a while before turning back to the board. "The, ah, ahem..." he begins writing the 60s on the baked. "The sixties. I wish here was something good I could say about the sixties, but... actually, they kind of sucked. Except for the Beatles, of course."
"Of course," Faye taunts.
"They made it bearable," Alaric continues. "Uh, what else was there? The Cuban mussel thing, the... we walked on the moon. The Watergate."
"Watergate was the seventies, Ric," Faye says and everyone looks at her. "I - u mean, mr. Saltzman."
"Right," Alaric replies. "It all kind of mushes together up there, sixties, seventies. Thank you, Abigail."
"It's Faye," Faye says. "And you're welcome."
Alaric eyes her before turning back to the board.
Weird, Faye thinks before shrugging to herself. *****************
Faye and Lori are sitting at a table alone, talking about how strange Ric was acting when Dana walks up.
"Hey, Faye! There you are," Dana stops. "Okay. This is going to sound freaky, but this totally hot guy just asked me if you're going to the dance tonight."
"Tell this hot gu that I am," Faye replies,
"He'll be at the dance tonight," Dana says. "Look for him. His name is Klaus."
"Klaus?" Faye inquires as Lori rises an eyebrow.
"I know, the name is stupid but I swear, he's hot," Dana says.
Faye looks at Lori.
"Is he here?" Lori asks Dana.
"I don't know."
"She's been compelled," Lori sighs.
"But he wants to know if you'll save him the last dance," Dana says. "How cute is that?!"
