eleven
Penélope Park PoV.
Time insisted on passing, even if I wanted to break every stupid clock in that castle, I couldn't stop something so natural from running from the hands, like the days turning into nights, and the nights generating the appearance of beautiful stars, as well as an spent sunrise. It couldn't be that bad.
But with each passing day my anger gradually increased, wanting to cast a thousand spells on Hope Mikaelson, or Lizzie Saltzman. I wasn't the best at complaining about hypocrisy, but saying I was forcing something, and then forcing an answer is too much even for that damned redhead.
My head couldn't find out why I was so uncomfortable with his ridiculous courtship with Saltzman. I ignored all the ridiculous scenes I was forced to see, everything was ridiculous if it came from both. Caroline had been my biggest confidante on this subject, it wasn't the most important thing in my life, but it took my sleep away.
- I saw how they were looking at each other the day I entered, how they look now. - Caroline commented. "The Slytherin is on fire because of you, and you can only care how much you supposedly hate Hope?"
- I never stopped hating, I must say that I must be hating her even more now. - I kept instigating that Mikaelson rage. - I'm so confused.
- Your problem is to take things too seriously, and also, you sabotage yourself more than anyone dreams of doing with you. - Caroline explains. "If you take yourself less seriously, don't treat it like you and Hope are getting married."
- Please don't even say it as a joke. - I asked the teacher. Taking a big sip of tea.
- As if this were your worst nightmare. - He spoke ironic. - You know I just want you, I like you. Go after the girl you want even if I have to adopt you if I need to.
(...)
- Are you kidding me? - Hope arrives at her dorm, with a towel wrapped around her face, and wet hair. My head went straight to a scene from days ago, and even though I wanted to do a Reboot, really, it didn't feel right.
"You left the door open, so I thought ... you could come in." - I explained with a silly smile.
- It was locked, I'm sure. Hope crossed her arms, her breasts marked the towel much more than it should have, it drew too much attention.
- What a pity. I thought it was open. - I bit my lip, showing my wand, then throwing it close to my feet, since I was sitting on her bed, showing that I was not defensive. - I wanted to talk.
- You chose a bad time for this, Isaac will appear here in a little while, and you cannot imagine the magnitude of the problem that will bring me to have you here.
- You asked me to talk to you when you decided, after talking a lot with Miss Forbes, I found out. - I explained. It was perfectly acceptable to me that he had invaded your room. Hope sits on the bed.
- What you want? He asked, afraid of the apparent answer. My relationship with Mikaelson was totally different from what it was at the beginning of this year, I just didn't know exactly why.
- You. - I answered objectively. - Of course it would destroy my reputation, and yours, as you know I really care about what I built. But when I see you and that futile blonde, I get jealous. - I admitted the last part in a genuine way, coming out like an arrow from my mouth.
- You said you hardly knew me not long ago. - Hope is difficult.
- You want me to say that I like you now? That I'm in love? - I asked resuming the asshole tone. - I'm not going, but yeah, I like being with you, and it would be a lot easier if it happened without any commitment, or pressure, I have a lot to lose and I'm still here.
Caroline just hadn't kicked me to the door of the redhead's room because it was ethically wrong as a teacher, plus she had been the one who encouraged me to face the confused feelings I had for Hope so that, if anything good came out of it, I was willing to face to have it for real.
- Yeah, I think it's a good one. - Hope agrees. My confused face made her start laughing.
- So easy?
- I am a Mikaelson, also what to lose staying with you, Penélope. It's not like I'm hopelessly in love and want to leave my life to be with you, it only happens on film.
- Enemies are only in movies too, but here we are, and I have to say that many wanted to be in their place. - I committed to complete. Being the snake it was. Arrogant at one point.
- I feel privileged. Hope rolled her eyes.
- ... So what about Lizzie Saltzman? - I asked not looking at her.
- Are you really jealous? We are friends, the two twins are very close to me, it's nothing, it's been a while since we've even stayed. - Hope talks like it's nothing. I couldn't deny that somewhere, deep down, I was relieved. - And Jade?
I wanted to say that maybe we would be a great couple if I knew how to deal with I felt. It was not the right thing to say in a situation like this.
- If we had something, it was over a long time ago, these last times were just ... need? Or whatever, it's over. She and Josie are going to make a great couple, as far as I know of them. - I commented. It was considerably less pressure to talk to someone who couldn't use any of what I was saying against me, or to think it could fuck things up between us, it was more free.
- Hope? - Isaac knocked on the door. The blue eyes in front of me widen, Hope starts cursing in the form of profanity swearing beaten against the wind. - It's me, just open that door.
- I'm dead. - Hope despaired. - And .. Before she spoke I covered my mouth with my hand.
- He leaves, I juice, and you say you were in the bath, understand? - I whispered to the witch. Hope nods.
- HOPE - Isaac shouts knocking loudly on the door. - If you forgot I was going to be upset. HOPE.
- Fuck. Hope whispered. Isaac knocked on the door just once more, accepting that his older sister was not in the room at that moment.
- It's a good start. - I said laughing.
- So inconvenient, baby. - Hope says a little ironic, upset to have stuck with her brother because of me.
- No cute nicknames, please give me nausea. - I speak. Hope rolls her eyes.
- Don't make me regret it, please.