Title – Love and Other Hardships
Description – AU Klaroline. The story of how the birth of a child saved the life of a young couple, and the hardships the couple had to face to reach this point.
Disclaimer – I do not own vampire diaries, but if I did no originals would die. Not even Finn or Mikael.
A/N – I'm heartbroken. This took a while to write as when you deal with the loss of a loved one, you sometimes cant think straight. (Big Kol fan here)
"So what is the deal with you and that kid from history?" Klaus asked me, referring to Tyler. I let out a big sigh, not knowing how I should really word it. I didn't want to make him think bad of me, but as I figured each sentence out in my head, it just made me sound like a whore. That did make me think that I should try and rethink my ways. Then again, I thought, why should I be someone else, just because of this one guy, who had just walked into my life and started making me doubt myself. None of the guys I had being interested in had ever done that to me before, so it was keeping me on edge, making me weary of what I was doing.
"We had a thing, but I ended it. I guess he didn't like having a taste of his own medicine." I explained coming off crueller than I meant to, but when it came to Tyler, I didn't really feel it necessary to sugar coat how I thought about him. Klaus just chuckled, deciding not to press on the subject. I would have done the same if I was him. As Elena and Bonnie had soon figured out, I had a tendency to get worked up whenever the conversation involved my ex. He hadn't taken it well when I had told him that it was over, and decided that he would tell everyone the intimate details of our relationship. I retaliated the only way I really knew how. I told everyone in my class that Tyler had a small penis, starting a type of war between us both.
"Do you like art then?" Klaus questioned, probably thinking that the best course of action was to totally change the conversation.
"Sometimes." I said, not sure whether I should elaborate or not, but as he turned to me with one brow higher than the other in question. "I love sculpting and big pieces of art, but when it comes to pencil sketches, I spend too long trying to perfect them, then Miss Powell starts shouting, and gives me detentions, so I just give up." I shrugged, as we reached the classroom.
"She sounds like a lovely woman." he laughed, as I pulled a face. Miss Powell was anything but a lovely woman. She had a twisted face, that made her look as if she had just been sucking a lemon, and chopping brunette hair with highlights that were meant to be blonde but came out at a ginger colour. She wore these horrendous sliver boots, that had a slight heel on them, so you could hear her coming from a mile away. Just as that thought came into my head, I heard the offending shoes from behind me, and quickly dragged Klaus into the class, not turning to look at the woman, knowing that she would have a look of disgust upon her face, just from looking at me. Then again, it could just be her usual face.
In art I usually sat on my own, having a full table to myself, so I just led Klaus to the seat next to me, knowing that he could move if he wanted to. He didn't though, and as I pulled out my art book, he grabbed it out of my hand. "Give me it back!" I squealed, causing a few of the bitches in the class to give me a disgusted look. I didn't really have the chance to get it back, as Miss Powell stamped into the room, causing everyone to descend into silence. Klaus just flicked through the pages of my book that wasn't even filled half way yet.
"Just get on with your work, and anyone who is starting a screen printing today, come and join me in the print room after I have done the register." she said. I was meant to be doing a print, but I found them stupid and inane, so thought that there was no harm in putting it off for yet another lesson. Especially because Miss Powell was running the session. If it was Mr Pearson, then at least I would be able to last to lesson without getting an after school detention. Klaus flashed me a look, probably wondering if I was going to be leaving him, but I just gave a small shake of my head. As the infuriating woman read our names off of the register, I looked at Klaus's facial expression as he looked through my art book. He had a small smile on his face, and I wasn't sure if it was out of humour at my work, or whether he actually liked it.
"Niklaus Mikaelson?" Miss Powell asked confused, as she reached the kids name on the register. She looked around the room until she locked eyes on him. After a quick inspection, she decided that she would go into a fully detailed interrogation later, and just stuck with the basic questions. "Do you like to be called Nik or Klaus?" she asked him. I liked the name Nik, I decided it. It sounded nicer than Klaus did. "Also, you don't have to sit there if you don't want to." she added, making it sound like I had practically handcuffed him to myself so that I wasn't sat alone.
"No, it's fine, I want to sit here." he started, bringing a small smile to my lips. I knew that Miss Powell would have doubts about him now, as I swore down that she thought that anyone who actually liked me was mentally wrong in the head. "And most people call me Klaus, but I don't mind." he said, giving me a little half smirk before turning back to my book. I glanced at the page that he was up to, seeing that he was pretty much finished. The class actually stayed quiet for once, and for the first time ever, nobody was bitching about each other. They were all just looking in my direction, all probably thinking the same thing that I was. Why on earth would he want to sit near me. By no means was I complaining, but it was strange. I mean, I knew that Tyler hadn't given him the best first impression of me, plus half the things that had come out of my mouth that morning made me sound as if I was mentally unstable.
"You're book is really good." he told me, causing me to laugh. I wasn't very self confident, especially when my art work was involved. "So you're one of them?" he asked, with no more explanation on what it meant. By the sound of it, it wasn't particularly a good thing.
"One of what?" I asked, a stubborn pout plastered on my lips. I hated it when anyone tried to call me something, even if what they were insinuating was true.
"One of them girls who don't realise how amazing they actually are." he said bluntly as he passed me back my book. The only time guys were ever nice to me was when they wanted to get into my pants, so I wasn't really sure how to react. "You're blushing." he added, with a chuckle as my head instantly snapped down. I never blushed. Only if I was truly embarrassed about something, but I never blushed when someone tried flirting. I could usually join in, but with Klaus, it was different. I was more interested in his personality, than his looks (although I couldn't deny that he was gorgeous).
"Here, is a sketch book," Miss Powell said as she walked up to us passing him an empty black book. "You can just start doing pencil studies today, and then next lesson I will talk to you about your project." She added. He just nodded in thanks before pulling a pencil out of his bag and opening to the first page. He started working automatically, not even spending time to think about what he was going to draw. I was glad that Miss Powell had arrived at that moment, as I genuinely couldn't think of anything to say at that moment.
"So why did you move here?" I inquired, as I flipped through my book to the pencil study that I was working on. For a moment there was a silence, as he stopped drawing, and as I looked at his face, I saw something that I was very familiar with. He was trying to hide his emotions, by doing little things, like not looking up, and biting the inside of his cheeks. I knew well, as the year after my father left us, I would often become guarded, and hide how I was feeling. He was also gripping his pencil so hard that I was surprised that it didn't break.
"My brother, Henrik, got diagnosed with leukaemia a few years ago. He was strong. He coped better than me and my siblings." He started, and I instantly felt bad for bringing the topic up. It showed how little tact I actually had. "His immune system was low though, and he caught pneumonia, which to him was life threatening..." his voice hitched, and I realised what must have happened. I put a hand on top of his, and he looked straight into my eyes.
"I'm sorry." I said simply, before turning away back down to my book, letting my hand linger for a moment. "Do any of your other siblings go here?" I asked, hoping that this topic would be a bit lighter.
"Yeah, I have a younger brother, Kol, who is in the year below, and then there is Rebekah who is in her first year." he told me, and I started to hear the scratch of his pencil on the paper. At least that meant he hadn't actually broke his pencil, I thought.
"What are they like?" I pressed, wanting to talk to him, rather than actually carry on with my study. I was attempting to sketch a rose, but to me, it just looked like someone had viciously attacked the page with a pencil.
"Kol is annoying, seriously, one day someone would just kill him, just to shut him up." he gave a small chortle, but he didn't look up from his work once. "Rebekah is nicer, but she is naïve. I don't think that she would be able to cope without me or Elijah, our older brother." he said with a sigh.
"Your family sounds... Complicated." I decided, though I wasn't sure if complicated was good or bad thing. I did feel a twang of envy, though, as he had the one thing that I never did. Siblings. Just as he was about to reply, the head of our year, Miss Marshall, walked in. This was yet another teacher who I didn't like. She was young, in her mid twenties, with bleached blonde hair, fork loads of make up and so much fake tan that I often thought that if she ever left the school, Willy Wonka would be happy to take her on. I guessed that she only worked in the school to be with people around her mental age, which was pretty much, an annoying teenage girl.
"Caroline Forbes?" she asked, and I nearly swore at her. I never got taken out of art, not for anything, but the one day I was actually enjoying a lesson, Miss Marshall had to do call me out. "You shouldn't be too long, leave your bags." she said. Her normal fake toothy smile had gone and was replaced by a sombre frown, meaning that she had bad news. She wasn't good at giving it though, and more often than not, she gave it with as much tact as I owned.
"See you in a bit then." I whispered to Klaus before walking out, as every other girl in the class stared my way.
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