To start off, this isn't a Keremy story. It's just a friendship story. It's just something I wanted to do for fun. If you have any questions or comments, rates make me smile =) I don't own any of the characters.
Kol let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his dark locks. The only reason he was doing this was because if he didn't, he'd be bound to his siblings and everyone seemed to want Niklaus dead at the moment. The young original was definitely upset with his brother after daggering him, sure. But he would never want any of his siblings dead. Still, this all seemed a little.. much.
Kol looked up at the large high school. Denver South High School. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it was only slightly bigger than the manor back in Mystic Falls. The thought was comforting. He made his way up the smal staircase and into the large building. His dark eyes flitted around the halls until he found the room that was labeled "Admissions Office." The Originals strolled toward it, entering and approached the desk.
"I'm new to this town and I need to enroll in classes," He stated, his accent rolled around his words.
The elder lady looked up with a kind smile. "I need a proof of birth/age, residency, and immunization," She told him. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. What did she think was the paperwork he had in his hands? He held out the forged documents Nik created. He kept his name as it was since Jeremy wouldn't know the name Mikaelson. "Thank you. Please fill out this form while I make up a schedule for you" She requested.
He smirked lightly. Too easy. He leaned a little closer to the woman and she seemed a little shocked until he made direct eye contact "I'd like to have as many classes with Jeremy Gilbert as possible," He requested his eyes dilated.
"Classes with Jeremy Gilbert. Of course," She said, and slowly snapped out of her haze. "What was I doing? Oh! Right, your schedule," She told herself.
Kol took a pen and sat down, filling out the paperwork easily. It was all stuff he and Nik talked about. Where he'd be living, what his new date of birth would be, his whole story. Each detail was worked out in case he was asked anything and make sure none of his story canceled a different part out. He finished the paperwork and signed the bottom elegantly before he returned it to the lady at the desk. She held out a schedule to him and another piece of paper. "One is your schedule and the other you will need to get signed by all your teachers and return it to us at the end of the day," She explained. She glanced at the open door and he followed her gaze.
He saw Jeremy just outside the doors getting ready to come in and acted quickly. He had to catch her gaze fast which wasn't hard. "Ask that boy getting ready to come in, Jeremy Gilbert, to show me around," He commanded, his pupils shifting again.
Just like magic, he heard the school doors open and when Jeremy walked in, the lady called out to him. "Mister Gilbert, can you please help this new student around?" She requested.
Jeremy looked over and made his way into the office, looking at the lady then Kol. "Sure. Hey, man, I'm Jeremy," He introduced himself, holding a hand out.
Kol smiled politely, shaking the lads hand. "Kol Mikaelson. Pleasure to meet you, Mate," He replied.
"Your locker number is on your schedule, here's your lock," The desk lady said, holding out a small box. He took it and took the opportunity to look at her name plate since he had neglected it. Ms. Gretel. Kol nodded and gave her a fake thankful smile before walking out of the office with his new charge.
"So, are you new to Denver, or are you new to America?" Jeremy asked curiously as they walked along the lockers.
Kol glanced at his schedule to find the number that was titled as his locker, whatever that was. He assumed it was the small metal cabinets that lined the walls with numbers. He was 261. They were only in the mid 50s. "I'm new to this country," He lied. It was easier with his accent to say he was from England.
"That's cool. Where are you originally from?" The kid asked, making polite conversation as they explored the low triple digits.
"Harlow, England. It's not far from London," He replied, searching the numbers. The ended up on the second floor which was where the 200s started.
"What brought you to the states?" Damn this kid was curious, but it helped. Kol could get out all this crap now and work on pretending to be friends with the young mate.
"My parents recently passed and I needed a bit of a new start. We used to have a relative who lived here so I'm staying at the house," He explained, trying to sound a bit down about it.
"Sorry to hear about your parents, man. And sorry about all the questions, I just recently moved here myself to live with some family friends. I used to live in Virginia but I guess I kinda needed a new start too."
Kol nodded in mock understanding. When the black numbers on the metal cabinets matched the number on his page, he walked over to it and took the lock out of its box, reading the directions and tried to figure out the device. "I was also home schooled before coming here.. This is all incredibly new to me," he murmured.
"Do you need me to show you how to do it?" Jeremy asked. Kol was starting to decide that following this chap around wouldn't be so bad. He assumed any other student would have been reluctant to show the foreign, previously home schooled new kid around and given him a lazy description of where everything was but it seemed Jeremy really wanted to be friends.
"Please," Kol requested, holding out the lock and the code. Jeremy went through the combination and showed him how to unlock it. The lack came up and lose. He put the hook of the lock in the circle in the locker before locking it again and motioned for Kol to try. Kol slowly mimicked Jeremy's actions and it came free again. "I think I can remember that," Kol murmured before a shrill bell rang out, and caused Kol to wince in pain from its volume.
"That's the school bell. We have five minutes to get to class. What's your first one?" Jeremy explained. Kol glanced at his schedule before holding it out to the human boy, not able to make heads or tails of the entire thing. "English. We have the same class. Mr. Decker is pretty cool," He replied, and began guiding the way after Kol clicked his lock shut once again, not having anything to put in the locker at the moment.
They took a brief pause down the hall at another locker so that Jeremy could get out his bag and then they made their way back downstairs into a classroom. Less than a minute after they entered, another bell echoed through the room. The class sat down, and Jeremy made his way to his seat while Kol paused by the teachers desk. The man seemed to be pretty old, in his 60s or 70s. His dark hair was mostly gray with the exception of a few patches. He was lucky he still had hair. Kol held out the paper Ms. Gretel told him to get his teachers to sign. The teacher skimmed it before turning to face the class. "It seems w have another new student. Mr. Mikaelson, would you like to introduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Decker asked in a gruff voice before signing the paper.
Kol smiled toward the class of teenage humans in confidence. He could only imagine how squirmy a real foreign student would be but he decided not to change his personality. The only act he'd really be putting on would be his species. "I'm Kol. I come from Harlow, England. My family was extremely conservative and I believe they still thought they were living in the 19th century, so I'm still getting used to these modern.. technologies. I was also home schooled before coming here," He explained. He noticed some girls swooning at his appearance and even more so at his accent.
"Very good, now find yourself a seat," Mr Decker replied, holding out the paper. Kol took it before taking the seat behind Jeremy.