Invisible String || Peter Hale

Chapter Two: Karma's A Bitch

"Be thankful you're not around it as often as I. The longing look, the touchy feely...ugh," Harper's features twisted into a grimace, shudder rolling down her spine "it's genuinely disgusting."

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Peter lowered the cup, eyebrows raising as he questioned "How's being back at school going?"

"Hell." Andrea informed him, stabbing at the fruit perhaps too harshly as her head shook "Complete and utter hell."

"I still can't comprehend why you returned in the first place."

"Oh God. How many times shall I have to repeat myself?" Andrea lifted her head, meeting his amused gaze with exasperation, twirling the fork in his direction "I went back because of Harper's lack of control. The last thing needed in such a mess is her killing someone at school. It would simply lure back the psychopaths of my family, they have no problems in killing their own if you haven't noticed. Well, kind of seeing as it would merely activate her vampire side. You get the point."

"Yes, especially if her lack of control is anything as terrible as yours was." Peter released a chuckle as he recalled what little he could remember from their teenage years, memories of the out of control tribrid plagued his mind "I remember clearly when I had to carry you away from Kerry Mills before you could tear her throat out, and this was before you turned into a vampire."

"The bitch had it coming." Andrea was quick to defend, giving an eyeroll despite the hum of agreement that left Peter "You should have allowed me to attack her. The world would be a much better place."

"Well, Sierra certainly got a few good hits in whilst Oliver recorded the humiliation of her beating if that makes you feel any better." Peter's shoulder lifted, lips upturned into an adoring smile at the growing grin.

"It does in fact make me feel far better, though I would have much preferred to do it myself. Then again it was rather amusing watching the video back and having the footage of Kerry's head snapping back after Si punched her, only for her skull to collide with the locker behind her." Andrea released a chuckle, Peter himself laughter as he nodded in agreement "I still think I have that to be honest."

"This was an incident that happened nineteen years ago and you still have the video?" Peter questioned.

"I'm pretty sure, yeah." Andrea's shoulder's lifted at the incredulous expression the man wore, though it was rather amusing "I never went through my photos so i'm fairly certain i've got a load of crap on there."

Peter's eyebrows creased "You've changed phones, more than once."

"Yeah but I have everything backed up in case of losing or breaking it." Andrea lifted the vanilla milkshake, straw resting against her lips as she questioned "How do you still not fully comprehend how phones work?"

"It's difficult!" Peter defended, a harsh breath escaping at the quirked eyebrow.

"It's really not, and your technophobe-y-"

"Technophobe-y?" Peter questioned, eyebrows stood raised as an amused smile took his lips "Is that even a word?"

"It is now." Andrea declared, finger waving in his face, quick to remove her hand when the man attempted to bite her finger "As I was stating before I was so rudely interrupted," Peter rolled his eyes at the pointed glance, gesturing for the Argent to continue "your technophobe-y behaviour is rubbing off on Derek. That kid doesn't even have a phone! Do you realise how difficult it is to reach him?"

"He's not a kid anymore sweetheart." Peter reminded gently, grasping her hand despite the lethal glare burning his skull as though hoping he would magically drop dead at the statement uttered. The Hale winced, praying to whatever supernatural gods may exist that she doesn't actually magically kill him.