Double Crossing
Part II
"Are you fucking joking, Liv? My brother?!" Nik shouted, his hands clenched at his sides, eyes wide with jealousy. Olivia knew how he would react, so it was no surprise. There was a time where she knew him better than anyone and boy, he did not disappoint with his reaction. Instead, she just stood in front of him, a blank look on her face, arms crossed in defiance.
"Does it look like I'm fucking joking Niklaus?" Olivia replied. "I should be the one saying that to you! How dare you criticise me, judge me or slander me for my relationship choices. You cheated on me, not the other way around. Kol and I didn't start dating until two months after we broke up; but it didn't stop you and blondie flaunting yourselves in our faces."
Nik stood there, staring back, heavy breathing, eyes darting everywhere but Olivia's face. He knew he sounded like an asshole and she was completely, annoyingly, one-hundred-and-ten-percent right. As she always is. He had no right to pass judgement but he couldn't help it. He was in love with his Caroline with every fibre of his being and yet his jealousy when he saw Kol and Olivia passionately kissing outside of Rousseau's overwhelmed him. Nik had no idea what was happening in his head. Maybe it was because there was a time where he loved Olivia with every fibre of his being and he'll always love her. Or maybe he was just a possessive, hypocritical bastard.
After Olivia requested Kol to go inside the bar where she would meet him in a few moments, Niklaus exploded. Now, he was just silent, the thoughts in his head buzzing around and around.
"Are we done? Because I'm on a date. With a guy I really, really like. In fact, I think that there's a strong chance I'm gonna fall in love with him; and you know what Nik? I'm gonna let it happen."
Scary thing was, Olivia meant every single word.
"So what's the plan? What's our first plan of attack, gorgeous?" Kol asks the brunette beauty sitting across from him. Olivia suggested they have breakfast at a local café in the quarter, and as Kol ritually craved waffles and strong, black coffee when hung over, he complied.
Olivia looks effortlessly pretty, even with a hangover; the only visable trait of over drinking the night before is the dark sunglasses covering her forest-green eyes. Kol feels like death, but from the looks he still garners from young women walking by, he knows he still looks presentable.
"What do you mean, first plan of attack? You make this sound like a war," Olivia replies, rubbing her forehead and sipping her cappuccino.
Kol chuckles lightly, smirking devilishly at her. "Well, you did say you wanted to dethrone the king and queen, did you not?"
"You sound like a character from Game of Thrones."
"I'm just repeating what you said last night, gorgeous," Kol answers, chewing on his caramel covered waffles and winking at Olivia.
Olivia removes her sunglasses and leans forward. "I was drunk, you half-wit. I go all medieval on people's asses when I drink." She rests her chin on her fist and sighs. "Are you sure we should still go ahead with this? It seems kinda..."
"What? Genius?"
"...Petty."
"You may say petty, but I'll stick with genius," Kol replies, placing down his knife and fork, pushing away his plate and mimicking Olivia's position. "Second thoughts, darling? Anyone in this city would be delighted to kiss me without the commitment of a relationship- whenever they want, might I add- but you, you seem rather hesitant. Don't tell me you're secretly a prude."
Olivia rolls her eyes and scowls at him, offended with the derogatory use of the word. "You're pathetic."
Now, if there's one thing Kol hates being called, it's pathetic. The words fly out of his mouth before he can stop himself.
"No, you still being so madly in love with Niklaus, even after what he's done, is pathetic," Kol shoots at her. Olivia sits back, almost stung by the brutality of his words.
"Wow," she lets out a short, humourless laugh. "You really are an asshole. No wonder Caroline fucked someone else- even if it was my boyfriend," she shot back, equally as venomous and stood, pushing her chair back and throwing her napkin on the table.
She grabs her sunglasses and bag, stepping away from the table. Kol looks infuriated, a wounded look in his eyes but knows, deep down, he deserves every bit of it. They're both hot-headed and stubborn, and when mixed together, it's a deadly cocktail.
He sighs, almost defeated when he watches her storm away, a tornado in her own right. Quite breath-taking really, even though he wouldn't admit it aloud. Opening his wallet, he throws down the money needed and chases after her.
"Olivia! Wait!" he shouts, hating that he sounds desperate but knows that if he doesn't swallow his pride, he'll be alone, yet again. Olivia slows her steps, but doesn't stop until he is right beside her.
"What?!" she shouts back, whipping around. "What do you want? To insult me some more? Go ahead, I can be just as bad when I want to be, as I've just made you aware of."
Kol shakes his head and stares at his, finally biting back his pride. "I'm sorry."
Olivia breathes heavily, but begins to calm. She wasn't used to apologises from Mikaelson men; they're way too stubborn for their own good. That statement, she knows, makes her a hypocrite because so is she. Instead, Olivia nods wordlessly, staring back at him for a few seconds.
"I'm sorry too," she says. "Why is it that we've been handed the shitty end of the stick every time, even though they were the ones who hurt us?" Olivia looks at the ground, the bustle of people merely walking around them as they stand in the middle of the street. Kol steps closer to her and puts a hand on her arm.
"It's bad now, but it's gonna get better," Kol says half-heartedly. Olivia scoffs.
"Yeah, because that sounded convincing." They both stare at each other, the misery and heartbreak evident on their faces and burst out laughing. Kol loosely wraps his arms around Olivia, who slowly returns the gesture, clutching her hands in the fabric of his grey henley.
After a few moments of holding and comforting each other, Kol tenses up and Olivia leans back, a confused look on her face.
"What's wrong? What is it?" Olivia asks, concerned at the passive, concentrated look on his face. Olivia turns her head in the direction he is focused on, unable to manoeuvre her body around due to Kol's arms. She understands his lack of response as she sees a wave of blonde hair and a pair of long, lean legs. Caroline.
Olivia turns back around and watches the look on his face; a distant longing, a burning of anger and betrayal. She reaches up and runs the back of her hand across his cheekbone, pulling him instantly from his trance.
"What are you doing?" he mumbles, perplexity lacing his voice.
Olivia's smile is full of mischief. "I think we better start making that revenge a little bit sweet, don't you?"
Kol nods, a grin taking over his face; Caroline is suddenly forgotten, with the prospect of kissing this goddess in front of him for the first time, taking over.
"Is she looking?" Olivia asks, her lips close to his now; Kol doesn't move his head, but just his gaze.
"She's- She's walking over here," Kol answers, their lips so close they brush against each other.
"Good," Olivia replies and presses her lips fully to his.
Kol grabs her closer until every curve is pressed against his body, keeping one hand against her lower back and the sliding another hand into her hair. Olivia leans against him, her arms wrapped affectionately around his waist. Their lips slide against each others, pulling away only for a second before kissing again lightly, sweetly. When they fully pull away, Olivia bites her lip to conceal her grin, but Kol puts his hands on either sides of her face, not quite ready to stop kissing her yet. Everything about her, Kol thinks, is sweetness, from the way her raspberry lip balm tastes on his mouth to the way her body feels underneath his hands. He could kiss her all day, every day, never getting enough of how she slightly, only slightly, sucks against his bottom lip before she moves away and kisses him again, again, again, until he is dizzy.
Kol pulls away, remembering they are in public and if his hands moved any further, they could potentially be arrested for indicent behaviour. Olivia is flushed but smiling; Kol knows he looks the same. In fact, in the midst of it all, they both forgot the whole reason why they started kissing. In fact, they definitely didn't notice Caroline watch the entire episode play out, a shocked look on her face, almost one of betrayal, before calling Niklaus.
"Are you fucking joking, Liv? My brother?!" Nik shouts, his hands clenched at his sides, eyes wide with jealousy. Olivia knew how he would react, so it's no surprise. She just stands in front of him, a blank look on her face, arms crossed in defiance.
"Does it look like I'm fucking joking Niklaus?" Olivia replies. "I should be the one saying that to you! How dare you criticise me, judge me or slander me for my relationship choices. You cheated on me, not the other way around. Kol and I didn't start dating until two months after we broke up; but it didn't stop you and blondie flaunting yourselves in our faces."
Her breathing is heavy. His face is suddenly blank.
Olivia continues. "Are we done? Because I'm on a date. With a guy I really, really like. In fact, I think that there's a strong chance I'm gonna fall in love with him; and you know what Nik? I'm gonna let it happen."
Olivia storms into Rousseau's in a wild rage, slamming her purse against the counter.
"What can I get you?" Cami asks Olivia, who takes a breath slowly, trying to calm down.
"I'll have a Long Island Iced Tea, please Camille. Don't hold back on the tequila, and you can put it on Kol's tab," she replied, sitting down next to Kol, who raised his eyebrow at her.
"Who knew you were a tequila lover, darling," Kol smirks. "You just keep on surprising me."
"My aim in life," Olivia scoffs, taking a large gulp of her drink when Cami places it down in front of her. Olivia realises her hostility is directed at the wrong Mikaelson and faces Kol.
"Sorry. That was bitchy. Your brother is a dick." Kol just nods, sips his whiskey and squeezes her knee.
"There's something we agree on, gorgeous," he says and taps his glass against hers. "What did the wanker say?"
She rolls her eyes in exasperation and downs the rest of her drink. Niklaus is a touchy subject to stay on, she knows this. However, it's much better just to get it all out of her system now rather than let it simmer and burn.
"He is the biggest fucking prick on this Earth. I cannot believe the nerve of him. He has the audascity to judge and get angry over us, when they cheated, not the other way around. As soon as I put him in his place, he shut up. Thank fuck for that," she rants as Kol sits quietly amused. Olivia decides to leave out the part of the conversation where she stupidly decided to throw in that it would be quite possible that she would fall in love with Kol.
Ridiculous thought. Absolutely ridiculous.
Kol sips his drink and slings an arm around her shoulders. "I'll go and kill him if you want me to."
Olivia pauses before bursting into laughter. "You offer like you haven't already thought about doing it."
"Yeah you're right. Like everytime I see his face, or hear his voice, calling someone 'love'- the obnoxious prick."
"You call everyone pet names too. Guess the obnoxious prick gene must run in the family. Apart from Elijah. He's a darling," she replies, smirking at Kol. He knows she had a slight crush on Elijah when she started dating Niklaus, but it soon faded as she fell for him.
"Ah yes, I know you'd rather be with my tall, dark and handsome older brother, but sometimes we have to make sacrafices sweetheart," he smirks.
"Blah- 'sweetheart', please no."
"Hm, I guess you don't really have a sweet heart, do you?"
"No, it's dark and black, just like my coffee and my soul," she answers lightly.
"How original," he murmurs with a grin.
Olivia realises that for the past five minutes, talking to Kol, throwing comments at each other with ease, that her heart rate has slowed and she no longer feels like punching a wall. She'd still punch Nik of course; even though it would hurt her hand and most probably her heart. She hates that she still feels this way about him. It's true- she still loves Nik. But she doesn't want to anymore, and that, that's the main thing.
Which is a big coincidence, as Kol is thinking pretty much the same thing, staring at the brunette in front of him; he loves Caroline, but he doesn't want to anymore. And talking to Olivia, being around Olivia? His heart doesn't painfully ache for Caroline.
Now, as they sip on their drinks and talk happily to another, it's Cami, who mentions to her handsome boyfriend Marcel, that Olivia and Kol would make a damn good couple; and it's Marcel, Nik's best friend, that agrees.
How ironic.
A/N: Wow. Look who finally put up another part. Only after a year. I couldn't apologise more. I did originally intend for this to be a one shot of course, but there will probably be two more parts after this one. Hope you enjoy and I hope you're all having a wonderful day :)
A special thank you, and a big virtual hug to every single person who has read, favourited, followed and reviewed on this. I am so flattered, I'm not used to people actually reviewing my work, so it's so lovely reading them!