"Do you think I could change my last name to Marshall?" Kol asks as he sits on the stool in front of his vanity. Hayley stands behind him, combing his damp hair. She rolls her eyes.

"No."

"But why not? You're my mama."

"Yes, and I changed my last name when I married your daddy. My name on your adoption certificate says "Hayley Mikaelson", not "Hayley Marshall"."

"My middle name is already Andreas, after you." Hayley smiles a little. Middle names were not invented yet during the Mikaelson's human era. When Hayley adopted him, Elijah suggested they give Kol one, in honor of his new mama's birth name. Kol agreed, selecting Andreas vs Andrew as his father's original idea. "We could say I changed my last name for my own protection."

Hayley snorts. "And what protection is that?" She asks as she massages the dry shampoo through his hair, making his curls more prominent.

"Being completely humiliated over my dad working at my school!"

Hayley shakes her head, picking up the comb once more and getting a small knot she missed.

"Your daddy has promised to be on his best behavior," she says.

"He doesn't mean to, but he looks at me like a little boy!"

"Because you are his little boy." Kol rolls his eyes. Hayley gently taps the side of his head. "Don't roll your eyes at me," she says, her voice not unkind. "You'll survive this."

"What if I explode?"

Hayley resists her own eye roll, so as not to look like a hypocrite. "You be nice to your daddy now, you hear me? Don't cause any trouble in his class or another one. You won't get away with things just because you're the son of the new head of the history department."

Kol raises a brow. "Seriously? When did that happen?"

"I guess the school forgot to mention the old teacher was." She shrugs. "Anyway, we're done here."

Kol stands up, inspecting his hair. "You don't make it hurt like Daddy does."

"That's because I have some experience with thick hair." Hayley puts a hand on his shoulder. "I'm serious, Kol." She fixes him with her mama wolf look. "You behave."

Kol sighs dramatically. "Yes, Mama."

She pats his cheek. "That's my good little pup. Let's get you some blood and food."

Hayley moves her hand to his back and guides him downstairs. Elijah is in the kitchen, wearing a gray designer suit. Kol raises a brow. Elijah scrunches up his face.

"Pardon?"

"That's the look you want to go with? A $5,000 suit?"

"Nine, if we're counting. I'm not a barbarian."

This time, Hayley actually rolls her eyes. Her adoptive family certain wasn't poor but until she married into the Mikaelson family, she never knew the ridiculous things people could throw money at. A pair of just one of Rebekah's heels cost more than her entire collection as a child. The family is just as good about giving back to the community, but Hailey is still adjusting to their lavish ways. Not that she'll ever give back the Coach bag Elijah gave her for her birthday.

"Kol has a point," she says. "You look nice, but also…"

"Like a stuck up di…" Kol can't even finish the sentence before Hayley pops his bottom. He jumps, rubbing at it. "Mama!"

"Would someone like to sit on the naughty stool before school?" She asks with a raised eyebrow. "Or perhaps go with the taste of soap in his mouth?"

Kol pouts. "No, Mama." He glances at a confused Elijah. "Sorry, Dad."

Elijah shakes his head. "You think I should change?"

"That won't be necessary," Hayley says. "Just…here."

Hayley walks over and helps him out of the jacket. The white dress shirt underneath still has to cost near the down payment of a new car, but it's not as bad. She straightens his burgundy tie.

"There," Hayleh smiles. "Better."

"Are you sure about this?" Elijah asks.

"Very. You want to look approachable…not like a King."

Elijah grins. "Aye, yet I have a little prince."

Kol groans. "Get that out of your system now."

"I know, I know."

Elijah walks over. He places his hands on Kol's cheeks, looking into his eyes.

"I promise, I won't embarrass you, baby boy."

"Are you really going to be able to hold back from calling me that?"

"Hey, at least I call you by your name most of the time. Unlike your mama."

Hayley scoffs. "I'm not going to be Lovebug's teacher."

Kol turns bright red.

"I have the most embarrassing parents on Earth," he mumbles.

Elijah laughs, patting his cheek. "Let's get some nutrients in you."

Once they've eaten and had their blood (Elijah and Kol having more than Hayley given they'll be around hundreds of humans), Hayley walks them out to the car. After being smothered with kisses and having his hair fixed (again) by his mama, Kol gets in the passenger seat and shuts the door. Hayley wraps her arms around Elijah's neck.

"Have a great first day," she mutters. "You nervous?"

Elijah shakes his head. "Nay. I've taken care of teenagers for a very long time."

"Yes, but that's family. Even Matt is a special case."

Elijah shrugs and Hayley's face grows a little nervous. "Darling, you have nothing to worry about. I have this under control."

"If you say so," she says, pecking his lips. "I'm only a phone call away. And…"

"The words "little prince" are leaving my vocabulary right now," Elijah promises.

"Good to know, however, I was going to say I love you."

Elijah grins. "I love you too." He rubs noses with her. "Have a good day. I shall see you later."

Elijah thought he was used to all the noises that come with being a vampire, but nothing compares to the screaming teenagers after the first bell rings. The door opens and his senior students come flowing into the room. It's only then, Elijah realizes how much fashion has truly changed. While he's relaxed some when it comes to what Kol wears in public, he'd never allow pajamas to school. Yet, several wear flannel pants or ones with cartoon characters printed on them. Girls in clothes that just barely meet the dress code, not that he's one to judge. Still, watching trends change over the years is still jarring.

He's suddenly glad he listened to Hayley when it came to the suit. As it is, he realized most of the other male teachers are in polos and khakis. A few in jeans. Elijah will never dress down that much, but he'll also stick to his dress shirts and ties rather than the suits.

The room soon reeks of a mix of perfumes and body sprays, with some hormones mixed in. That part is easier to ignore than the noise. He simply inhales his own cologne, which is briefly mixed with Hayley's green tea perfume from when she hugged him.

Once the final bell rings, some students are lingering in different parts of the room. Elijah clears his throat.

"Please take your seats."

A few glance up with weird looks, but follow the order. Elijah hears one soft mutter "who's the suit". He smirks.

"The name is…" Elijah speaks as he writes on the white board. "Mr. Mikaelson."

A tall redhead from the back pipes up as she snaps on gum. "Mikaelson? Like Kol?"

Elijah doesn't question how this senior knows his little boy's name. Rather, he says, "Yes, I'm his father."

A few smirk, while others whisper to each other. Elijah taps the board with the red Expo marker.

"We shall stick to the matter at hand. I have read Mrs. Grady's notes on the lesson and have found where you left off." Elijah picks up the textbook from the desk. "This is rather dated, so I've ordered new ones for us." He places it down. "Until then, I ask that you pay close attention. Not just to my PowerPoint but what I say."

Luckily for him, Matt came and helped him set up his classroom on Sunday, including showing him how to use the projector. As he crosses over to turn it on, he catches a few mocking his dialect. He ignores them, shaking his head. If there's one thing he's learned from Kol and Rebekah, you pick your battles.

Kol isn't a fan of Civics to begin with, but he drags his feet more so on this day. He lingers outside the door until the warning bell rings. Pushing his way in, he gets a look around his father's classroom. All the corny posters have been removed and in their place are pictures from the various events they'll learn about. His father stands at the front of the room, chatting with a sophomore, likely from the class before. Kol begins to head for a seat in the back when he hears a familiar, deep voice.

"Kol."

He slowly turns around. The girl is gone now and Elijah stands alone by his desk.

"Yes, Mr. Mikaelson?"

Elijah raises a brow. Kol doesn't move. "I believe you're supposed to sit up front."

Kol sighs. That's what's in his new IEP, set up after the incident in biology. With the negligent sub, he got away with slinking to the back and goofing off.

He debates snarling back. After all, it's not as if his dad can pull him over his knee right now. Yet, he knows that'll one, just earn him a spanking later, and two, will only draw more attention to the situation. As it is, no one is paying attention.

So, with only a slight pout, Kol slides into his seat up front. Elijah nods in approval. The rest of the students flurry in. Some try to linger near their friend's desks. Elijah clears his throat and fixes them with a look, causing them to sit. The original vampire turns to the board and writes in his neat cursive "Mr. Mikaelson".

Before Elijah can speak, Asher Murphy's stoner voice rings out from the seat behind Kol. "Mikaelson?"

"Yes," Elijah says. "As this has been asked for the last 2 periods, I am Kol's father."

Kol sinks down in his seat, staring intently at his desk. A few snicker in the back, while others look at him. He hears Elijah clear his throat yet again.

"That's enough excitement, let's focus on our work."

He begins the monologue Kol heard him rehearsing the night before about the books he ordered and the importance of paying attention. Kol simply removes his notebook and begins writing things down. Fortunately, his father doesn't call on him nor say his name, let alone any of his nicknames.

About halfway through class, Kol hears the usual ruckus from the back. He doesn't even have to look up to know it's Dwayne, Charlie and Asher goofing off. Mrs. Grady always just ignored them.

Elijah's throat clears. Kol flinches as the group doesn't stop.

Another throat clear. More whispering and light rough housing.

Kol clamps his eyes shut, just barley muttering, "Don't do it, don't do it."

"Something to share with the class, gentlemen?"

Kol briefly covers his face with his hands. When he removes them, most of the class is looking towards the back. Elijah's arms are folded across his chest, his "serious Elijah look" on his face. Asher continues laughing. Dwayne and Charlie smirk.

"We're just discussing your very specific notes," Charlie snarks.

Elijah's face doesn't waver. "You can form a study group if you wish. After class. For now, it is not group time. Go back to taking your notes."

"No."

Elijah blinks. Kol's face turns bright red, in spite of no one looking or talking to him. Why can't Charlie just shut his mouth for once?

"Pardon me," Elijah says, his voice growing firmer. "'Twas not a request."

Asher and Dwayne snort. Charlie smirks. "'Twas? Are you shitting me?"

Kol never thought he'd miss being daggered so much. The coffin sounds really good right now.

Elijah hums. He walks to his desk and grabs a fresh stack of referral slips, tearing one off. His writing is quick, yet still pristine. He strides to the back and places it in Charlie's hands.

"Goodbye, Mr. Klein."

Charlie scoffs, shaking his head. He grabs his backpack and stands up, heading for the door.

Kol knows Elijah doesn't miss Charlie muttering "douchebag" under his breath. Yet, his father does not nothing about it.

As soon as the door shuts, the room erupts in chatter and laughter. Elijah walks back to the front of the room, tapping a ruler to the white board. The teens simmer down.

"As I was saying, there are three branches…"

Kol is silent the entire class. He doesn't raise his hand once. While there's the occasional whisper, a quick glance from Elijah shuts them up.

Eventually, the bell rings. Kol is quick to grab his bag and rise to his feet. He dashed to the door.

"Kol."

He groans. A few of the students walking by snicker.

"Daddy need to change your diaper?" One of them teases.

Kol glares at him. "I'm not the one who wet my pants during gym."

The snarky freshman quickly shuts his mouth. Kol smirks in pride as he watches the rest of the students file out. He waits until the door shuts behind the last before turning to his dad and crossing over. Elijah drops the stern face and smiles, holding out his arms.

"Well?"

Kol shrugs. "You were…strict."

"I had to show what will and won't fly in my classroom. It's the first day."

"Right, but seriously? A referral already?"

"He was asking for it."

Kol knows his dad well enough to not argue with that stubborn face.

"Whatever you say." He adjusts the bag over his shoulder. "You didn't embarrass me too bad, so I suppose you get some points."

Elijah chuckles. "It was very hard to not call you my little prince." He affectionately squeezes his cheek. Kol squirms and Elijah shakes his head. "Relax. The blinds are drawn."

"Still." He sticks out his tongue. "You're such a dad."

"Yes, I'm yours." Elijah smiles. "Are you having a good day?"

"Yup. I think I did well on my English pop quiz. And I didn't fall asleep in a very boring Civics class."

His father rolls his eyes and it's Kol's turn to smirk. "You should get to your next period." He kisses his forehead. "Before someone sees me fussing over my baby boy. "

Kol swats him away. "Annoying."

"I love you too, son."

As dramatic as Kol tries to be about the situation, having Elijah as his teacher isn't so bad. It's only been 3 days, but his father does stick to their deal. He begins calling on Kol when he doesn't raise his hand, but at least calls him either by his first name or "Mr. Mikaelson" and not "Little Prince".

While there is some teasing about the original vampire working for the school, the lion's share of the gossip is about the new teacher himself rather than Kol. Elijah, for better or worse, has built a reputation for himself. Many of the girls find him "sexy" (Kol gags) and want to find ways to stay after class.

The boys…

Kol sits with his small group of friends on the quad. It's far less stimulating than the loud cafeteria. Not many sit at the wire picnic tables. Those who do, are further away. Only an original vampire would be able to pick up the conversation Charlie and his friend are having.

"You got another referral?" Asher asks in a rare sober voice.

Charlie nods. "One more and I get an ISS."

"Douchebag."

"He really thinks he's hot shit in those ties. I mean, seriously, who does he think he is?"

Kol stabs his fork into the mac and cheese his mama packed for him. Punching this guy's lights out would be worth the thrashing and possible suspension. The issue, is he likely wouldn't be able to stop himself and that'd potentially expose them all…

"I say we teach him a lesson," Charlie's obnoxious voice breaks through.

"How?" Dwayne asks

"We ruin Mr. Douchebag and Gabbana's outfit."

"He likely can just buy more."

"His wounded ego is worth more."

Kol smirks as he listens to the idiots concoct their plan.

He's got about 1,000 years worth of pranking on them…