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The Best Laid Plans

Of all the classrooms in all of the college campuses in the world, she had to walk into his.

She was a leggy blonde with charming baby blue eyes. She wore very little make up, just a bit of cheek blush here and some sleek lip gloss there, but the minimal maquillage fitted her just right because that way she radiated a look of innocence. Whether that look was real or not was something that commanded a different discussion.

She was really the perfect specimen: slender but toned arms, long slim legs, perfect pink lips. Dressed in a plain white shirt, a red cropped jacket, shorts and flats, she looked right out of a fashion look book. Her blonde hair was gathered into a side swept braid that fell perfectly in place on her shoulder. If Kol Mikaelson had even just an ounce of the poetic-ness that his older brother Klaus was full of, he would have said that she was beautiful.

But Kol wasn't Klaus, so he turned to Jeremy and whispered, "Look at that piece of ass."

Of all the things in the world that he could have said. But he couldn't take it back, so it lingered in the air and then Jeremy turned to him with an expression that was difficult to gauge.

Ah, Jeremy Gilbert. Nice, polite, boy next door Jeremy Gilbert. He'd been called almost everything from sidekick to moral compass, but Kol simply referred the term 'best friend' because that was honestly what Jeremy was, no matter how unbelievable it sounded.

What, you didn't think sharks could be best friends with angelfish?

"She's pretty," Jeremy said. "But you aren't you past the cheerleader phase? You could do better."

Kol probably could. Kol was, and not only according to his mother, a pretty good looking guy. Tall, confident, handsome. A conventional-handsome, homecoming king type. Ironically, he had been homecoming king. At their old school, a suburban bumblefuck for the privileged, he had really been something of a king. He made love to Anna the prom queen in the back of the BMW convertible that he borrowed from his dear brother Elijah (Oh if the man only knew what took place in his car, he would have, in all of his obsessive-compulsive glory, locked Kol in the ride and burned it down the ground). Then he dumped her the very next day and in the middle of a crowded hallway too. He was high-fived and the girls swooned. Everyone, really, hated the prom queen.

"What's wrong with the cheerleader? And dude, we don't even know that she's one." Kol said.

"She's just the type." Said Jeremy without further explanation.

Kol didn't argue because he himself knew that Ms. USA there was a cheerleader alright. He had fucked enough of them cheerleaders to know one when he saw one. "Well, what were you hoping to upgrade to in college? Law students?"

"I don't know, but don't you think you should try to take things a bit more seriously now?" Jeremy said with a finality.

Kol just shrugged. Fine, Jeremy wanted serious, let's show Mini Gilbert some serious.

He stood up and moved down the row, closing the distance between him and his leggy blonde beauty. She was alone but it seemed like she was waiting for someone because she put her bag on the seat on her left to her to save it. She then proceeded to take a pink notebook out and began to copy what looked like her class schedule into it.

He sat on her right. She didn't notice, or at least pretended not to.

"Hey," Kol said.

"Hi," she replied without looking up.

"What'cha doing?" he continued.

"Blind?"

Kol was surprised. Oh, this one was feisty.

"You know, there's a theory in psychology that says you can tell a person's attitude from his handwriting."

She didn't appear very interested. "Really."

"Yeah. See here, there's a slight curve at the end of the last letter in each word." Kol said, pointing at her penmanship. "It means you're that type of person who likes to play snobbish and out-of-your-league and what not, but you'll take a good time when you can get it."

"Wow. So can I suck your dick now?"

He was taken aback, not expecting that answer. "What?"

"Well, that's how most of these things go, right?" She said, finally looking up, "Small talk, blowjob. Sometimes in reverse. That's what you're used to, isn't it?"

"Hardly. Why? Is it like that for you?"

She rolled her eyes. She looked so pretty rolling her eyes.

And then the obligatory sidekick friend approached.

She was an olive-skinned brunette who was slightly shorter and about as slender as Barbie, with rich lips and interesting amber eyes that would have actually looked pretty if they didn't have that dark, angry, alarming, disarming look in them. She gave off an impression of strength – the determined, dangerous type that had a hint of irresistibility in it.

As Kol looked up at her, he decided that she was actually quite beautiful herself. Except that this girl seemed like she was a walking example of understatement. Honestly, she didn't look like she even took time to fix herself up. In contrast to Ms. USA who was at least a bit dolled up, this one didn't even bother to trouble with the blush and the lip gloss. She wore a simple printed shirt, dark jeans and ankle boots. No lush wavy feathery hair because her silky black hair was swept up in a plain ponytail that wasn't really the hairstyle to wear for anyone who wanted to flirt or at least get attention.

"Hey, Caroline," the other girl said. Caroline looked relieved at the brunette's arrival and retrieved her things from the chair she saved so that her friend could sit on it.

"Caroline? Hey Caroline," Kol said to the pretty blonde.

The obligatory friend raised her eyebrow and smiled in a strange sly way.

"Bye, dick." Caroline waved her fingers.

"Actually it's Kol."

He smiled at her and walked slowly away, his hands in his pockets.

When he reached his seat, Jeremy was staring at him with a grin on his face which annoyed the hell out of Kol.

"Shot. Down." Jeremy emoted triumphantly.

Huh. So much for best friend. Okay from now on Kol was going with 'sidekick'.

"Shut up," Kol replied kind of defeatedly and sat in his chair. Jeremy refused to stop the glistening grin.

"It's all right," Jeremy consoled sarcastically. "Even the great Kol Mikaelson has to be shot down sometimes, huh?."

"You know, man, if I remember correctly, I just told you to shut up."

"You memory must be a little fuzzy after the beat down you just received."

A beat down. It was, after all, a game, and thinking of it that way made Kol feel better. The thought stuck in his head for the remainder of the class, a boring lecture on Beowulf or Roland or someone else along those lines. Lord, tell him again why he even allowed Jeremy to talk him into taking this goddamn Literature elective because there was no way that he was going to attend this for a whole semester without going bananas.

Aenid, Iliad, Gilgamesh, it all seemed the same to Kol. He scoffed at literature - it was pointless. All that mattered in the world, he thought, was numbers. And what people thought of you. That was his father's philosophy.

His father was an old blood Republican. English roots, but his ancestors settled in the American South three centuries or something like that ago and entrenched themselves deep in the land. Now the Mikaelson patriarch the governor of Virginia. A lawyer by profession, a family man by choice. Or at least that's how his campaign painted him to be.

He wanted his youngest son to go to Yale, just like all of Kol's three older brothers: Elijah who collected big shiny academic medals that Kol had taken the liberty of hanging on the Christmas tree four years ago, Finn who spent half of his time winning chess Olympiads and the other half convincing his father to let him marry his red-headed tramp girlfriend, and Klaus who actually had to be gagged and dragged each and every single day to even get to the gates of Yale.

However, Senator Mikaelson's connections unfortunately could only guarantee Columbia for Kol's accomplishments. GPA: 2.35-SAT: 2360, but Kol never told his friends that, except Jeremy. It was just another part of an inexplicable life. He bragged about getting 1650. After all, he had a heavy hangover on the morning of the test. Maybe it was just a lucky accident. He took the test again. He entirely fumbled the last section. 2070. On the third try, he forgot his calculator at home. 2340.

He recalled comically all the teenagers in the world who would kill for his score. He would gladly trade places with them. His greatest fear in the world was making his father proud, lest the respectable senator turn him into what he had turned Kol's brother's into – boring lawyers groomed to follow their father's footsteps in public office. Hm, maybe the old Mikaelson was secretly working for the British forces and was in a mission to conquer America. In that case maybe Kol could reconsider.

When he was back in his dorm room, invested in a video game while Jeremy did homework, a thought came to him.

"She's too proud," he said.

Jeremy looked up from his work and turned to Kol.

"What?"

"That Caroline chick. She's too proud."

"Really, Kol, I don't want to ask."

"Look, the reason why she was such a bitch is that she's never had to be nice. Things just fall into her lap since she's so hot."

"I didn't ask."

"You have to treat queens like whores, Jeremy. Look at what happened to Anna."

Jeremy's face tensed for a second and then relaxed again. "Thanks for the bit of wisdom but I would really be more grateful if we start doing homework because we've got a fifteen page essay due tomorrow."

"I'll get her. You'll see."

"Right-well while you're at it, would you look into Nibelungenlied? We're supposed to make an exposition on the betrayal of Siegfried and its relevance to contemporary politics."

"Sure, I'll put it on my to-do list. Between white water rafting and flossing and-you know-"

"Impregnating Mila Kunis?"

"Oh!" he gasped, "Gotta add that. After I'm done with Caroline."

Jeremy sighed. "You really want to talk about Caroline? Fine. Listen, Kol, I'm telling you that you have a better chance with Mila Kunis than this Caroline girl. She's totally blew you off."

"She did not."

"She did, Kol."

"Tell you what. I'll bet you five hundred bucks that I'll get her."

"I don't need your money."

"Well, maybe not. What do you want?"

"For you to stop chasing after girls and maybe actually take college seriously?"

"Okay, fine. I bet you that I'll plow her before spring break. And if I don't you may convert me to Jeremy-ism."

Jeremy took a moment to consider. "Fine. But she has to be sober."

Kol grinned. "You underestimate me, my friend."


A.N.: So I'm really a big Klaroline fan but these past few weeks I've been reading amazing Kolarolines here and in tumblr and it's impossible not to love this pairing because both Kol and Caroline are super adorable! I decided to try writing this ship as well.

If you liked it please review and tell me so I know whether I should continue this or not.