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Penélope Park PoV.
A normal class lasted between quarantine five and fifty minutes, being expelled the first ten were left at least thirty-five minutes, closed in a room with Mikaelson. It was too long.
I hated her for seven years, my eyes found hers and the sparks of hate flew, from two, that at eleven years of age, therefore, the night before could not dream of changing something already destined for us. So, why the hell now did I think about it so much?
First, what is the conclusion of that? It led us to nothing but a path of humiliation. Second, it was so good, Hope was more than certain when she said she was my best. I believed it was the situation, not the person. I'd rather think like that.
- Yesterday doesn't change anything. - I commented still brown, looking at my hands. Hope was standing looking out the window, possibly wishing she was on the other side, or thinking about jumping.
- That subject again? - He crossed his arms without turning to me, after I looked up, I could see how Mikaelson looked in that uniform.
- I want to understand why you did that. - I replied immediately, it was the first real conversation we had.
- I'll tell you, if you tell me why you didn't stop me. - Hope proposes. The witch turns, I look up into her eyes.
- You have a nice body. - I laughed to myself. - I have to admit, and your mouth, girl, you know how to use it.
"You don't seem to hate me as much as you think you do." - Hope breaks the mood, reminding me who I was really talking to.
Maybe you don't hate it ...
- I'm just not blind. - I defended. -Why did you do it? - I kept insisting.
- I was in the mood. Hope shrugged, turning again.
- The deal didn't count on lies.
- Your answer was as empty as mine. - The witch made me realize that it was a very stupid idea to try to have a conversation with someone like her.
- Whatever. - I disconnected from the subject, returning to face my hands.
I was not quiet, in fact, inside me there was a mess that I tried to clean up, as if everything ran away from the boxes built for them. The hate box named after the Mikaelson family was also missing. That didn't change much, it was still annoying the lack of Hope's answer. The noise of that clock hand wanted to torture me.
- Because I liked it. You kissed me, suddenly, after promising that you would destroy me minutes before, you weren't a Mikaelson, I didn't care about that. - I was sincere, I bit my lip then, touching the dolls of Mister. Forbes, I pulled a courage that I didn't know where it came from to know if Hope was looking at me.
- I kissed you because I wanted to know that you are more than this family feud. Hope looked me in the eye. - Just for that. - He added. I shrugged my shoulders.
- I hate you, Mikaelson. For real. - I said seriously. Recovering who I was, who I should be. It was as if Katherine's voice came up in the back of my mind, explaining how horrible Klaus was, and why I should hate them all.
- Where does all this anger come from? - Hope start walking towards me, the discussion could end in us breaking the whole room. - You care so much, and so much about your name, and that is why you are so alone, I feel sorry for you, Penelope.
- I am never alone. - I defended it again. Hope touched on the weak point of my existence, which dictated my attitudes.
"Oh, let's count," Hope suggested. - Josie Saltzman, two summers ago, you fell in love, she broke your heart, and you slept with her sister. A summer ago, Lizzie Saltzman, you told her that she was nothing, she liked you. Just this summer, another broken heart, your best friend, Taylor, you had sex and then you decided you couldn't keep something, and screwed up her feelings, the same goes for Jade. Taking out other girls who have less value, in your eyes, of course.
- The Saltzman twins may hate me, but Taylor and Jade are my friends. - I speak with certainty that I am right.
- However, Jade had sex with Josie, and would you, honestly, look at Taylor again if you knew she was a mixed race, or bad blood? - Hope asks. Locked. I swallowed. My hands were sweating.
- No. I wouldn't look. - I said huffing.
- You see? It is nothing but labels. Hope mocked. - A perfect, indifferent, selfish, pure blood supremacy Slytherin. Penelope, I, unlike you, do not hate you because you are a Park, or Pierce. - The witch sat on the table, while I looked down at her, sitting in the teacher's chair. - I hate you because you are a disgusting human being.
If everything that went through my head had been thrown out, I would have thrown that table far, far, far away, my wand had cast all the unforgivable curses.
Hope Mikaelson did what no one had ever done, in fact, broke my heart.
I got up angrily, going straight to hold her tightly by the neck, bringing my face dangerously close To your.
- Call it what you. - Practically growled. The witch won, not her last name, she, only she had beaten me, in a game that should be mine, where I made up all the rules. The redhead looks at me, raising her eyebrow, as if to say she expected more.
My mind goes on alert. My actions did not have that motivation, there was no way to win, how to play, it was over.
I pulled on it, pasting our lips, letting go of her neck, tightening the curve of her waist, tucking me in mine on her legs as her body came more and more to the tip. A kiss even hotter than the last, my body boiling, nothing else going through my head.
My mouth was on Hope's neck, her hands had moved to her thigh shortly after they had gone up to her breasts, while hers was holding my hair tightly, the other was on my shoulder. Did she want that?
It didn't matter what was planned, just what I needed to do, the final push had been made. I pushed her panties apart with my fingers, shoving them into her without warning, making ugly hickeys at her wrist point that went unnoticed. I slid my fingers inside the witch, listening to her moans escape without shame, I resolved this by kissing her back, feeling the kiss stop as I bent my fingers inside her, storing them again in her pussy. Hope bruised my back, with small nails, sinking into my skin, causing minimal pain, numbed by lust.
I hear footsteps very close, as if I were already at the door. I take my fingers off it, unconsciously placing both hands on Hope's waist, lowering it off Caroline's table. The redhead looked at me deeply again, as if she knew my darkest secrets, as if she knew me. I moved away.
- I think I'd better cover your neck. - Warned. Sitting in the teacher's chair again. Hope takes her hand over the hickeys.
- You dirty bitch. - Hope complained, bitch with me.
- It's your fault. - I frowned. - You are very white, Mikaelson.
I shrugged, smiling victoriously as the teacher entered the room, furious with both.
- You two are in a lot of trouble. - Caroline announces. - Penelope, get out of my chair.
I obeyed the witch, getting up to sit in one of the chairs in front of her table, Hope had taken the left, covering her neck in an uncomfortable position.
- It's up to you. - I did. I couldn't help laughing at the redhead's condition.
- Do you have any idea what you did today? - The teacher sat down, placing the two wands on the table. - Propagating violence against each other, you are students, the evil is out there.
- I must disagree with that statement. - Hope imposed herself. - It seems to manifest itself little by little in this school.
I looked in disbelief at Mikaelson, who a few seconds ago was with me inside her, and now playing hints.
- Hope, that's not right. Caroline disagreed with her head. - Whatever they have against each other it must stop, immediately. It is not the kind of ideal that the school has as a principle, you are the same face.
- As a lufana, you don't really know how things work for us. - I explained. - I am everything Hope will never be, despite Slytherin.
- Who should I thank for such an honor? Hope teased, turning to me.
- You are more and more aggressive with each other, remembering that, Hope, what about your neck? - Caroline Wall has come up against what happened. - If it was on my table, I will expel both now.
- I don't know what life you're talking about. - Hope and I practically talked together.
- It is better than solving this with violence, did you at least talk here during this time?
- What do you think we are, animals? Of course we talked, it just didn't end as it should. - I did. Caroline hid her face with her hands, Hope looked ashamed.
- I will not put the two of them at the same time, until they resolve whatever it is, I will leave you as far from each other as possible. - Caroline explains, running away from all the romantic comedy movies I've ever seen in my life. - Then released. - Before we get up. - Penelope, Saturday, Hope on Sunday. Three o'clock in the afternoon, without fail. - Caroline finally returns my precious wand.
(...)
- What happened? - Taylor asked worried as soon as we got close to each other.
- Detention, a ridiculous discussion. - I rolled my eyes. - Which is normal for us. - I threw myself on the bed.
- Only that? - Taylor continued. - You look pretty shaken.
- I'm not shaken, that bastard just hit me with a spell that broke me. - I complained, lying in parts. - I need to rest, and make her pay for it.
- Your reputation is at risk. - Taylor said laughing. I looked at her, letting go of the feelings of that afternoon.
- You know what that is, right, Swift's has the worst reputation. - I joked, with a real tone.
- Shut up. - He did. I continued to stare at the ceiling.
Acting on impulse was bad, stopping to think about your actions when it happened was even worse. An error. A terrible mistake. I hated that family so much, despicable, manipulative people, far from beings worthy of magic. But because I accelerated just thinking about that afternoon, the night before, it would be adrenalism, a repressed will. Fuck, I hate that fake redhead.
- Did you see Mikaelson's hickey? Taylor asks suddenly, even though we have moved on to the other subject. - Who will be the poor thing that you will land?
- I hope it is a lufano, they are so afraid, maybe he or she cries. - I hid everything from the blonde without hesitation. - But, you were right, the Mikaelson are not to be thrown away.
- Finally your head is going into place. - Taylor celebrated, throwing himself on my bed with me. I held myself back from telling. It didn't really matter.
Heda Xxx.