Kyle slipped outside without being seen. Or at least without being seen by anyone who knew anything about him.

He headed to the edge of the trees, with the thought to just walk and wander along the tree line and let his thoughts work on these problems in solitude.

It was not to be.

"I like to come out here to think, too." It was a female voice. Kyle turned to face the speaker.

It was Lizzie. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a white midriff-baring tank top that really didn't cover very much. Her nipples were poking through the fabric unceremoniously. And due to her extremely short skirt she was showing even more leg than before. The blonde was smiling a very cute smile at him.

It took effort, but Kyle physically shook his head to keep from straight-up ogling the girl. He looked down and said. "Oh, if this is your spot I'll just take off."

He moved to do so, but she ran a few steps to catch up with him and linked her arm into his.

"I don't own this place, silly! Well actually, I just might, my mom really owns it."

Kyle didn't know what to say. Not that he had the opportunity. Lizzie went on.

"Listen, I'm sorry about lunch, but as you've probably figured out by now, Hope is bad news. If you need someone to show you around I'm more than happy to help."

"I mean, I know everything that's going on around here, so if you want or need info you can just come to me."

"I'm sorry my dad set Hope onto you, she's really like the angel of death, you'd be best to stay away."

Kyle stopped walking and grabbed Lizzie by the hand.

"Hey, I have no idea what's going on here, but Hope and your father actually saved my life, so I'm not going to badmouth the girl."

Lizzie acted shocked. "What? No, of course not! I wouldn't want to do that." This, despite her just badmouthing Hope mere seconds ago.

Now she seemed at a loss for what to say, if it wasn't something negative about Hope.

Kyle asked "So you and your sister are witches?"

Lizzie brightened right up. She took his arm again. "Yes! We are, but we're a special sort of witch from the Gemini Coven. Back in the day I would have been required to absorb Josie in a year or two, but we're not doing that anymore…"

Kyle frowned, but Lizzie wasn't looking.

Did she just say she was going to ABSORB her sister?

Kyle had to admit, Lizzie was lifting his spirits, her inane chatter was somewhat adorable, and it took his mind away from everything he was going through.

Of course it had to end.

"Lizzie, what are you doing?!" Kyle knew that voice.

It was Hope.

The two spun around, and there she was. Hope had changed, too. Now she was wearing a sort of ribbed cream-colored top that was extremely form-fitting, and a pair of light blue jeans that hugged every ample curve Hope had.

Jesus fucking Christ. Thought Kyle. That BODY.

"Nice top." Said Lizzie, icily.

"Nice skirt." Said Hope, just as cold.

Lizzie let go of his arm and stepped forward. Hope stepped up, too, and suddenly the girls were squaring off. Kyle thought if magic spells were going to be flying maybe he should be somewhere else.

Hope noticed that Kyle was edging away. She pointed at Lizzie and screamed out "She used a locator spell to find you!"

Kyle froze. "Wait…what?"

Lizzie's face turned deep red.

"Is a locator spell like a tracker?" Kyle asked. "That's pretty messed up."

"Yeah!" Hope said. "She would need something personal of yours to do it. What did you take, Lizzie?"

Lizzie was mortified. "I just wanted to talk to him without you around." There was a lot of venom in the word 'you'.

Kyle asked "Did you take something of mine, Lizzie?"

Lizzie paused for a long moment, then spit out a rapid-fire burst of speech. "Just a strand of your hair when we were in my dad's office! It's not a big deal!"

"Wait a minute," Kyle said, "Hope, how did you find us?"

Lizzie brightened. "Yeaaahhh! Now that's a good question."

Now Hope's pretty face blushed.

"Welllllllll…?" Lizzie prodded.

Hope seemed resigned now. "I used the locator spell…"

"AH-HA!" Lizzie blurted.

"…that your dad told me to put on Kyle." Hope then smirked and crossed her arms over her breasts, squishing them in what Kyle would have thought would be a painful way but apparently was not.

Lizzie stepped closer to Hope. "You are a hypocrite! Kyle doesn't need help from you!"

Hope stepped closer and closed the gap between the two. "Well, you're a harpy and Kyle doesn't need you salivating over him!"

"Salivating?! I see the way you looked at him! I heard about what happened with Landon! Kyle's with me because he doesn't want to be next!"

Hope was furious now. "You don't know what you're talking about! And Kyle would choose me over you in a heartbeat, just like your dad does!"

With no hesitation, Lizzie punched Hope square in the face with all of her might. Or at least she tried to. Hope was ready for her and easily dodged, leaving Lizzie off balance. In the blink of an eye Hope whirled and launched a spin-kick to Lizzie's chest that sent her flying backwards and tumbling into the grass.

Kyle stepped forward and yelled out "Hope! Lizzie! Stop it, we don't have to do this!"

Neither of the girls even looked at him, but they both yelled out "SHUT UP, KYLE!"

Kyle stepped back and watched as Lizzie picked herself up, and and two girls squared up again.

"Nice kick, Hope, but my dad taught me how to fight, too!" The two girls were circling each other, and the distance between them was decreasing fast.

"Yeah, but you don't seem to learn!" Hope went in for another kick, but instead of trying to dodge, Lizzie jumped inside of Hope's kick and grabbed her.

Then Hope screamed.

Kyle was really beginning to panic. "Lizzie what are you doing! Stop!"

But Lizzie dropped Hope to the ground and didn't even look at Kyle. "She's a damn tri-brid werewolf, witch, vampire thing!" She screamed. "I just had to even the odds a bit!"

Hope was shakily picking herself off the ground. "I can't believe you siphoned me!"

"Afraid of a fair fight?!" Lizzie shouted.

"I'll still kick your ass!" Hope screamed, then lunged at Lizzie.

The two grappled, and this time there was no pretense of martial skill. Kyle witnessed two screeching, hair-pulling, cursing and kicking teenage girls trying to scratch each other's eyes out as they rolled around on the ground.

Neither girl could really land a good blow as the were so close they couldn't strike carefully. Each one had a fistful of the other's hair, and they kept rolling all over the lawn so neither one remained on top for long.

Inevitably, Lizzie's tank top was ripped, exposing an extremely pink nipple to the elements. Then in turn, Hope's top was torn, and with each tumble a veritable mountain of pale boobflesh threatened to escape from the overworked bra holding it in.

By now a crowd of kids had gathered to watch the spectacle. A cry went up from the closest ones:

"Hope's tits are out! Hope's tits are out!"

The alarm was picked up by students further back, and the clarion call rang out for all to hear:

"Hope's tits are out!"

"HOPE MIKAELSON'S TITS ARE OUT!"

Kyle swore he could feel the ground shake as the older male students trampled the younger ones to get a look at the legendary, voluptuous rack of the infamous Hope Mikaelson.

He stood apart from the other students, off by the tree line. The two girls were screeching like a pair of banshees, so Kyle almost didn't hear the voice behind him.

"Kyle! Dude! Over here!"

He turned around, and it was a boy in a hoodie, clearly trying to hide behind a tree.

The boy gestured wildly to him. 'Get over here, man!" He was hissing in a loud whisper.

Kyle walked over to him and saw it was someone he had met earlier. "Landon, right?"

Landon pulled his hoodie down, his eyes kept cutting back and forth between the fight and Kyle.

"Yeah, man, listen…" he leaned in close. "…be careful with Hope. Dude, do NOT be alone with her, and whatever you do, DON'T go to her room!" He was still nervously looking around.

Kyle responded with his normal voice. "What are you talking about—"

Landon cut him off, gesturing fiercely and still whispering. "SHHHHHHHHHH! Dude, she can HEAR you! And so can all the other werewolves and vampires! But they're probably distracted now!"

Kyle shook his head. "Well she already kicked my ass this morning and almost bit me if that's what you mean…"

Again he was cut off. Landon was shaking his head violently. "No no no no no! She can do a lot worse than that! Just be careful, dude!"

And with that Landon turned and stalked off quickly into the darkness of the trees.

Then Kyle heard another voice. Loud. Authoritative.

"GIRLS! STOP! NOW!"

Moving back to the scene of the fight, Kyle saw Dr. Saltzman pushing students out of the way to get to the two wrestling girls.

When they heard his voice, they both immediately stopped and pushed away from each other. They stood up, and as if they were in sync, they stood ramrod straight and looked down at the ground.

Dr. Saltzman stepped in front of them and took the sight in.

Both girls were covered in dirt and grass stains. There were scratches on both of them, and Lizzie's makeup was smeared all over her face. Both of them had ripped shirts. You could clearly see one of Lizzie's nipples, and in Hope's case, her chest was heaving so much it was threatening to pop her breasts right out of her bra.

Dr. Saltzman quickly turned and pointed at two boys. "You two! Jackets! NOW! He snapped his fingers to hurry them up. Both of the girls pulled the jackets on without a word.

"Alright girls, let's go. My office!" Then, with the girls following, Dr. Saltzman turned and stomped back through the crowd of students, who parted like the red sea to let them pass.

Kyle couldn't help but notice that Dr. Saltzman's fly was down the whole time, and he had some kind of crusted stains on his shirt. He thought it probably didn't matter, though.

The night was suddenly quiet again, as the gathered students drifted off to whatever they were doing before the fight.

Kyle sat down at the base of a tree and considered everything. He didn't want to be in between whatever was going on with Hope and Lizzie.

Then there was the fairly ominous warning from Landon. He had seen the boy's reaction to Hope earlier at lunch, so something was definitely not cool there.

He had already decided to limit time with Hope as much as possible, and now he felt he should probably do the same with Lizzie. Maybe he didn't need any friends while he was here. Maybe Dr. Saltzman could figure this out quickly and he could leave.

But where would he go?

Kyle sat on the grass outside for a long time into the night, and the answer still didn't come.