Big Bad Wolf
Chapter 1


This was absolutely crazy. Wild. Outrageous. You name it. Of all the people Tyler could have messed with why did it have to be a Mikaelson?

And of all the Mikaelsons why did it have to be #3? It would have been so totally fine for him to mess with Mikaelson #1, #2, or #4 even!

How was he so thick headed that he thought getting on #3's bad side was a good idea? The school's bad boy was known for his temper and tendency to lash out violently.

Mikaelson #3 was the school's resident bad boy. It was well known he had a short temper. His tendency to lash out in creative, violent ways was legendary.

I looked around for a minute before spotting who I was looking for. He was rummaging through his locker lazily, as though he didn't really intend on getting to class anyway. I cleared my throat.

"I'm Caroline, Tyler's-"

"Girlfriend." He finished for me, slamming his locker shut and turning to face me. "I'm well aware, love."

"Riiight." I nodded cautiously. I'm so not going to get creeped out. Nope. No matter how much he focused that deeply penetrating, and slightly menacing, gaze on me. "Anyway, I'm here to ask you-"

"Not to pummel your pretty boy to a pulp?" his eyebrow quirked condescendingly. "Sorry, love; I'm a man of pride. And when your all-American hero insulted me in front of the whole team he injured that pride. I have no choice but to injure him in return."

"So key his car or something, psycho! He's counting on being recruited soon and-" I'd lost all pretense of being pleasant and nice. Obviously, he didn't, or couldn't, respond to pleasant and nice like a normal human being.

"If anyone keyed my car I'd be forced to commit murder. I'd never do that to another man. If you can even call Tyler a man." His eyes were narrowed and I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. Ugh. Boys and their goddamn cars. But then again if anyone ever scuffed my favorite pair of purple pumps I'd be lethal too. Ugh, focus, Care, focus!

"Please?" I stomped my foot petulantly. He looked like he was trying very hard to hold in a laugh, but I could tell he was amused by my childish outburst. He squinted his eyes and stared at me carefully for a minute, arms crossed.

"Alright then, sweetheart. I might be able to acquit him if…"

"If?" I smiled triumphantly. Go me! I was able to convince Klaus Mikaelson not to kick my boyfriend's ass. I should so join the debate team. Sadly, my victory was short-lived.

"If you'll kiss me." my jaw dropped incredulously. He could not be serious. No. No way. He had to be joking. If anyone had a fucked up sense of humor it'd be Klaus. But alas the grin that stretched across his plump, raspberry lips told me he was, in fact, serious.

"No!"

"Come now, Caroline, I'm sure you're quite a glorious kisser. No need to be shy then." I drew my hand band and slapped him, his head turning with the force.

It wasn't the smartest thing I could have done, in fact, it had to be the dumbest, but I couldn't help myself. I get that Klaus is supposed to be dangerous and stuff, explaining why everyone feared him enough to respect him, but he was crossing a line.

Sure he was undeniably handsome. Not the ruggedly strong, large, tanned, buff type of handsome that I almost always appraised, but undeniably handsome.

He was lean yet very clearly strong, attractively confident, and had the whole air of mystery thing going for him.

The only problem was that he was so not my type. A straight-A cheer captain with the quarterback boyfriend and ton of friends didn't really mesh well with the whole bad boy with the badder reputation thing he had going. And I really do hate to clash.

He growled. It was a feral, animalistic sound that made my heart kick into overdrive.

Before I could react the lockers were digging into my back and his hands were flat against them on either side of my head, pinning me to the wall.

My breath hitched in my throat and suddenly all I could focus on was the storm brewing in his blue gray eyes. I guess my reaction pleased him because he smirked and chuckled humorlessly.

"Sure about that, love?" I parted my lips, preparing to say something but nothing came out.

Any words I might have said had gotten caught in my throat and I only continued to stare at him. His eyes danced with some combination of amusement and anticipation. I shouldn't have but I thought about it.

A loyal girlfriend would have already walked away, right after his ridiculous request. But I cared about Tyler. I really didn't want to see him get pummeled.

The last guy Klaus had taken issue with ended up hospitalized for a month. That had been the only suspension on Klaus that had actually stuck and what had gotten him permanently kicked off any and all extracurriculars.

If mean if one stupid kiss would save him from injury, Tyler would have to understand right? I would be doing it for his own good!

He couldn't afford to be hospitalized and benched. He had so much riding on playing football, he loved it and had so much to prove to his family about it and...

"Just one? One kiss and you'll leave Tyler alone?"

"One kiss," he drawled tantalizingly. The look in his eyes told me he already knew he'd won.

"Fine."

Klaus leaned in, close enough that I could feel his warm breath on my face. I closed my eyes and prepared myself. Holy shit. I was about to be kissed by Klaus Mikaelson. Thankfully the hallways had long cleared out. He hesitated, forcing me to open my eyes slightly. He was giving me a chance to chicken out.

I didn't.


"He just grabbed me by the neck and shoved me down. He mumbled something about us being even." Tyler reported at lunch.

We were sat at our usual table with all our friends. The talk of the table was them all trying to crack the mystery of why Tyler wasn't black, blue, and bloody.

"No way." Matt, one of Tyler's teammates, shrugged. "I don't buy it. Mikaelsons don't just let stuff slide like that. Remember when Rebekah 'accidentally' dropped Anna at last year's homecoming? All because she said she didn't like the color of the dress Rebekah had picked out for the dance later."

They all spent the rest of the period retelling stories and rumors they'd heard about the Mikaelson siblings. I didn't say a word and just nodded and smiled where necessary. Eventually, finally, blessedly, the bell rang.

"Care, what do you have next?" Bonnie, my best friend ever, asked as she packed up her stuff.

"History, Mr. Saltzman." Bonnie groaned in disdain, complaining about how we have no classes together yet. I didn't have the heart to remind her it was only fifth period and that we did indeed have at least homeroom together and just waved her off to her next class.

"I'll walk you, babe." Tyler jogged up beside me, casually slinging his arm around my shoulders. "Hey, a bunch of us are crashing at Matt's for a while after school you up for it?" I opened my mouth to decline the invitation.

It wasn't like I was feeling guilty or anything. The girls and I were squeezing in an impromptu practice for our new routine.

"Hey, Ty, wait up!?" we stopped abruptly with Tyler glancing over his shoulder to see who'd called him. I didn't even bother turning around, instead opting to grind my teeth together in silent annoyance.

Only one person called him Ty. Tyler's arm slid from around my shoulders as he caught the girl who'd just thrown herself into his arms for a way too enthusiastic hug.

"Catch you later, babe," I said to Tyler, pointedly glaring at Hayley. Dumb school slut. Tyler glanced down at me, obviously confused by my intent to depart, but seemed to shrug it off as he leaned in for a kiss. At the last minute, I turned and instead he caught my cheek. "See ya after school, yeah?"

I dashed down the hall towards the history department. Okay, so maybe I was feeling a little guilty.

There was no way in hell I could kiss Tyler today. Not after I'd kissed Klaus. Not while I could still feel the soft but firm pressure of his lips against mine. Not while I could still feel the nearly disconcerting buzz that kissing him had given me. Not while I could still taste him. And not while the thought of the kiss made me remember how much I enjoyed it.

Klaus was such an amazing kisser. Not as rough as his demeanor implied, but not too gentle either. He'd left me breathless as I tried to keep up with the delicious things he could do with his tongue.

As promised it was one kiss, but it was certainly not as little as I'd anticipated it to be. The deal we made never said I had to enjoy it as much as I did. I had never had such an amazing kiss. Ever. No one could have even come close to comparing. Not even Tyler. Just thinking about that made me feel even guiltier.

It turned out to be fairly easy to avoid Tyler for the rest of the day. Every time I saw him the memory of me kissing Klaus moved to the forefront of my mind. The classes he wasn't held back in were all remedial and the second the last bell rang I bolted out the classroom. I grabbed my books out my locker and went straight to the safe haven that is the girl's locker room.

Sighing I greeted Bonnie and Lexi. I slipped into my purple sports bra and leggings, not up to change into my uniform. The girls and I went over the old routine for a warm up and eventually switched to the new routine, completely focused on getting it right.

After practice I was beyond tired, not to mention a sweaty mess. I put on my sweater, not bothering to zip it up, and tied my hair in a messy ponytail.

"Nice job today!" I called to the girls as I left to the student parking lot. I shrugged off my duffel bag and shoved it in my trunk. Humming to myself I searched around my purse for the car keys.

"I never did hear a thank you, Caroline." I yelped and dropped my keys. I turned around only to come face to face with Klaus, leaning against the black SUV behind him.

"God!" I grouched, clutching at my chest in a vain attempt to calm my racing heart. "A thank you for what, Mikaelson? For what?"

"Oh, I don't know." His arms behind his back he leaned forward and shrugged. "For sparing your idiotic boyfriend? For giving you the best kiss of your life?"

"What makes you think-"

"Why your enthusiasm of course!" his smile was smug and my cheeks bright red. "I must say, sweetheart, I was surprised. I've never had someone moan into my mouth like that. I've also never had someone nibble my bottom lip quite the way you did, and when you started to drag it-"

"Alright, alright, I got it." I closed my eyes and held up my hand, urging him to stop. Ugh, I was mortified. I had gotten really into that one stupid little kiss. So much so that I apparently dragged his lip between my teeth. Ugh, I don't even remember doing that. "Thank you, Klaus, for not pulverizing my boyfriend."

"Anything for you, Caroline." Klaus smiled cheekily. He hopped into the passenger's seat of the SUV and snapped once to order his driver to go.