Incondite || Kol Mikaelson

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"God, I hate this place," Kellan said to herself, shutting the door of her car. She scanned the Timberwolves logo over her high school, a coffee in hand and a leather bag over her shoulder.

Kellan's heeled black boots carried her along the campus flooded with students. She drew looks from people she used to know, but she learned not to care.

Waist length curls suited her outfit comprised of black skinny jeans and a daisy flower designed tank. Her eyes were winged with black liner and her lips were painted a subtle red, but it didn't make her want to talk to anyone. She rarely wanted to talk to people she knew, let alone the ones she didn't.
Senior year is supposed to be the time of your life, but Kellan just wanted out.

She passed a blue truck, Matt Donovan sending her a wave as he pulled up. He barely saw her half hearted wave back, his attention averting to the empty seat next to him.

Kellan kept walking, sipping on her coffee as she headed into Hell for one more year. She tossed the empty cup into a trash can, going to the same locker she'd had since she was fourteen.

"Happy first day."

Kellan leaned back slightly with an arched brow, only to find Stefan Salvatore smiling at her.

To be honest, it was an agressive smile bordering a smirk.

"Hi." They'd had classes, but as he was Elena Gilbert's property, they never talked outside of classwork. "Happy first day."

"How was your summer?" Stefan asked, his whole persona different from what it used to be.

"Good, I guess. Spent most of it doing college stuff." Kellan tried not to show that his sudden interest was freaking her out. "How was yours?"

"It was fun. Went on a roadtrip with a friend of mine. Epic game of darts - do you play?"

"Not really." Kellan pulled her history textbook out of her bag after setting the others in the small expanse of her locker. She'd gotten all of her books over the summer so she could get familiar with them, meaning she'd read all of them cover to cover by July.

"I'll have to teach you sometime at the Grill." Stefan didn't wait for, nor expected, a response from her and went on, eyeing Kellan. "Have I ever told you that you look really familiar?"

Kellan narrowed her blue eyes slightly, "Last year, yeah. You said you couldn't remember where from."

Stefan smiled, something clearly off about him this morning. "I think I know where now." He glanced over her shoulder, Elena down the hall. "I'll catch you later."

Kellan unsurely went back to organizing her locker, Stefan following Elena elsewhere. She shook herself lightly, making her way across the school to the foreign language department.

Allison smiled, the woman dressed in a knee length skirt with a red blouse tucked in. She held a pleasant face, her hair like Kellan's - dark and wavy - but in a neat ponytail.

"Morning, Mom." Kellan went into the French room, exchanging a kiss on the cheek with Allison.

"Morning, darling." Allison went to the board, curling her name elegantly across the chalkboard. "How's senior life?" Her subtle French accent poked out, it only making her voice prettier.

"Too long." Kellan leaned back on a desk near the front. "Can I graduate yet?"

"No, but you can go to history." Mrs. Briethupt winked, the school bell ringing. "Alaric told me he had you first period."

Kellan groaned inwardly, leaving her mom and finding herself in a room comprised of nearly everyone she'd been avoiding since the summer before sophomore year.