track five
Penélope Park PoV.
I get off the witch, resuming my normal breathing. Sex with her was incredibly intense. I ran my hand across my face, incredulous at myself for such an act. Hope seemed to think the same thing.
- I think we should have talked before doing that. - Hope comments drawing my attention once and for all. The witch pulls my blanket over her body.
- Whatever. - I rolled my eyes, it was like my basic defense.
- If I had known I was going to be an asshole, I wouldn't have come. - The redhead revealed. I swallowed.
- I seriously doubt it. - I spoke nonchalantly.
- You said only two things, and both managed to be assholes. Congratulations, if you just wanted to have sex you shouldn't have done that theater. Hope got up, starting to put on her clothes, she looked really annoyed with me.
- That was not a theater. I would take over if it was. - I said, expecting a positive answer.
- Would you? Soon you? - Hope finishes putting on the shirt, she looked so upset that she didn't notice it was my pajamas, and stops, crossing her arms. - News Penélope, I have no reason to believe you.
- I don't have to explain myself to you. - I speak boastful, with the gift of being more arrogant with every sentence. - But you have to believe me, it was not a theater.
- Oh really? - Hope made the same spoiled Mikaelson face as the day of the duel. His blue eyes even from a distance hurt so sharp they were.
- I swear. - I got on my knee on the bed.
- So you want me to stay? He raised an eyebrow. Hope didn't want my answer, she already knew it very well. - It's too bad if someone realizes that I'm in your dorm, isn't it? I couldn't handle it.
I was quiet.
- You may have told me the truth, however, take one step forward and three steps back. Thank you for showing me that you are really a mistake.
I couldn't say anything, every time my mouth opened a white hit me, blinding me. Hope pulled on her shorts, pulling out of my dorm without another word.
It meant nothing. Nothing. I threw myself on the bed, trying to fall asleep.
The next day was empty, I got up without Taylor filling me with patience to get up soon, with no letters in the drawer, and with the bed a little more empty than usual. I felt what loneliness really was, nothing but emptiness.
- What do you look at Mikaelson so much? - Taylor catches my eye at the cafe.
- Nothing. I don't care about that bastard. - I repeated that word. The word that made me slightly guilty.
- You woke up really angry today. - Jade commented too. - What happened yesterday, Penny?
- You don't have a girlfriend to irritate with these questions? - I spoke thickly.
- Penny ...
- I don't want to talk about yesterday. I do not want. - I spoke thickly again. I had done something bad? That was part of who I was. I feel good, I hurt Mikaelson. It was all I wanted to do.
Heda Xxx.