Kindred Spirits In Revenge | Hosie

Chapter 9

"I will challenge your alpha position and I might win. You don't want that to happen, do you?"

The taller boy started laughing, mocking Hope's words and shutting down any false confidence she thought she had.

"You'd be incapable to lead them, even if you tried Hope. Plus, just because you're a tribrid doesn't mean you're more powerful than an alpha wolf but I don't mind proving that."

"I don't, either."

Jed glared deadly into the blue eyes that were shifting gold.

"WALK. AWAY. NOW."

"No."

Hope suddenly felt her arm being pulled and gravitating away from the pack of wolves. An angry blonde was now about to give her a well deserved lecture.

"What the hell are you doing???"

"Let me go, Elizabeth."

Hope yanked her hand away.

"Will you stop causing trouble for once?"

"I didn't mean to stir an argument I was simply - "

"Do you have any idea how stressed my dad is for tonight, only to find out you are trying to ruin it for him? You and fucking Penelope are running your mouths all over the place."

"The wolves were planning to attack the witches tonight!! Now would you think twice about who's trying to ruin the event?"

"What??"

"You heard me. I was trying to stop them."

"Is this because of yesterday's practice?"

"Yeah, dumbass."

"Ugh."
"I'm done dealing with children.
Stay away, got it??"

"Yeah, sure princess."

Lizzie shoot a glare towards Hope before releasing her and going back to helping her friends. Her sister was in the hall too but had been avoiding Hope the whole day, not even reciprocating a single gaze. She did however witness Lizzie and Hope have a heated conversation and knew that something must have happend. She predicted that her sister had somewhat scolded Hope after she went and kissed her ex, but had no idea about the werewolves and how the Mikaelson was trying to protect the witches, for a change.

During the evening all of the students gathered in the hall, where a movie played for a couple of hours and everyone was occupied watching it and eating snacks the witches had prepared for them. A few of the teachers were also present, as expected, to monitor the students and stop anything bad from happening. It looked like it was going to be a peaceful night, but reality was actually far from that. The Salvatore School always attracted evil at the worst times.

"Psht.
Can I talk to you for a sec?"

Josie turned over her shoulder and saw some students trying to hush Hope.
She had no choice but to follow her promptly.

"What?"

The brunette found herself following Hope into one of the cupboards where the sports equipment were kept. She crossed her arms over her chest, having absolutely no mood to talk to the tribrid.

"I owe you an apology."

"Well, that's a first.
Hope Mikaelson apologizing."

"Do you think I would have kissed Penelope if I was in my right mind?"

"Who knows.
Her charm plays tricks on everyone."

"Well, I'm not everyone.
And I am definitely not charmed by her.
Josie I was under a love spell."

"Suprised?"

"It's my bad for thinking I could trust anyone in this stupid school.."

Josie lowered her gaze on the ground.
She wanted to tell her.
She wanted to tell her she can trust her but seeing how easily things can turn around Josie stayed quiet. Better not to make any promises she can't keep.

"It's fine. It'll be forgotten."

"No it's not fine!
She broke your heart, twice."

"Well, you broke my heart too Hope."

"I did?"

Josie turned her head away completely facing away from Hope's eyes. It was especially in moments like these that she remembered why she had a crush on her in the first place. When Hope was being real and vulnerable, and caring with Josette , and only. Moments like these never lasted for too long though, one of them would always say or do the wrong thing.

"I wasn't aware of your feelings, Jo.."

"Let's just forget I ever said anything.
We are missing the movie."

"Well I don't care about the movie."

"I do."

"No, you don't."

Hope stood in front of the door blocking the other girl.

"What do you want from me?"

"Do you forgive me?"

"I will.
Under one condition."

"What is it?"

"Tell me why are you researching about my mom?"