(chapter one.) im supposed to be nice?
❛ HOW THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT? ❜

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POET WAS  immediately heading towards her car, not caring that the coffee she bought for herself and Allison were burning her arms (Allison always asked for a coffee despite where she was). She was in line, about to order the coffee, when she saw on the small TV right in the corner the news that Reginald Hargreeves, Allison's father and the man who hated her, had passed away. Despite the fact that he was not a good father at all, Poet knew that her friend would be shocked about the news and due to her status, Poet hoped she found out the news herself.

Poet's phone rang, causing her to immediately grab it and answer it, all while driving off the parking lot and simultaneously  using her powers to stop the coffee from falling off the cup holders.

"Hello?" She questioned, bopping her head to the soft music playing on the radio.

"Hey, Poet," she sighed in relief when she heard the woman's voice.

"Hey, Allison," she greeted, cursing immediately when she got distracted by a dog trainer training her dog by a park and allowing the coffee to spill all over the cup holders. "Crap, hey, listen, uh, I'm sorry about your loss."

"Poet," Allison chuckled. "I know what you truly want to say. Say it."

"But it will be disrespectful—"

"Poet, say it," Allison cut her off, knowing her friend was feigning her worried words. "After all, I don't mind. I know that you don't like my dad."

"Can I say it though?" Allison hummed and she let out a small chuckle when Poet immediately started whooping out loud. "My God, the old man finally died!" She lowered her voice a bit. "My condolences, though. But hey, we hated that bastard."

"Alright," Allison laughed under her breath before shaking her head at hearing her friend curse under breath. "You dropped coffee again didn't you?"

"It was an accident this time!" The  assistant immediately went to defend herself. "It's your fault because you called me and I answered my phone and I lost focus. The coffee spilled everywhere again."

"Oh my God, Poet."

"It was an accident!" She chuckled breathlessly before she sighed. "You're at your old house, right?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, I'll see you." Poet hung up, shaking her head as she immediately closed her car windows when she heard the thoughts of every person she was passing by. She scrunched her face out of disgust at hearing a sexual one. "Where's their shame?"

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Poet parked close to the house of the Hargreeves and got out of her car. She saw a person on the sidewalk, walking and struggling with a bunch of coffees while talking on the phone. She smirked as a devious thought came to her head and raised a hand up to open the gate to the house while raising the other.

With one flick, the person yelped when the coffees spilled all over him and onto the floor and Poet snorted, pretending she hadn't seen what happened.

"Goddammit."

She stood in front of the door and knocked loud and annoyingly. She did so for a minute and a half before she became impatient and opened the door to see if it was opened or locked. Luckily for her, it was open.

"Allison?" She called out, her eyes observing the front of  the big house. "Allison?"

Before an answer came, she immediately raised her hand up out of instinct, hands glowing a scarlet color, as she stopped the knife that was aiming for her chest, and threw it to the side. A man came out from the shadows, throwing her knives after knives, and making her huff irritatedly.

"Dude," she started, rolling her eyes. She stopped the last knife an inch away from her face and let it drop on the floor. "Just give up. You're already seeing that your toy knives are being thrown on the floor."

He swung his fist at her next once he realized his knives were no use, but she moved her head away just as his hand came to contact with her cheek. He tried to kick her in the stomach, however, she grabbed his leg with her powers and threw him on the floor next to his knives.

"What the hell?" The man breathed out, a frown etched his face before standing up and raising his fists.

He punched, punched, punched, and she blocked each of them, sighing with a bored expression on her face. She grabbed his arm with her hand and let her elbow slam on the curve of it. He hissed in pain before she raised her left hand and pushed him to the floor. Again.

He turned to look at her, surprised by the glowing eyes that resembled the color surrounding her hands.

"You didn't see that coming?" Poet smirked, fixing her blouse. The man only stared at her and didn't speak.

"How the hell did you do that?" He finally groaned out, standing up slowly from the pain of his legs and arm.

"None of your business." She smiled sarcastically before her smile trailed off. "Anyway, I came to see Allison."

"She's over there," the man groaned softly, rubbing his arm as he pointed towards what seemed to be a living room. Poet nodded, heading towards where he was pointing.

"I'm gonna snitch on you." He rolled his eyes. "Allison your brother almost killed me with a knife!" Poet yelled out, coming face to face with the whole family. "Oh, hello."

"Poet," Allison grinned, greeting her friend with a hug as Poet looked at her siblings over her shoulder. She winced when their thoughts surrounded her brain, all loud as hell, and one surprisingly quiet. "You're here."

"Yeah."

"Wait..." Allison pulled away, looking at the girl with a confused expression. "Did you just say my brother almost killed you with his knife?"

"Yep."

"Seriously?" Allison looked at her brother who winced sitting down. Diego rolled his eyes as he came in, sighing, and looked at the two girls in front of him with a deadpan expression, almost as if Poet hadn't beat his ass.

"She almost killed me," he defended. Allison looked at Poet, who made a 'shocked' face.

"I wonder why," she scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Allison nudged her. Poet dramatically placed her hand on her chest. "I would do no such thing." She turned to look at Diego. "Dude, you almost killed me. Advice: Next time aim for my head. Not chest. Please. Makes my job easier."

"Who are you again?" Poet averted her gaze away from the man, turning to face a big, tall man. She heard Allison's thoughts, the one way Allison communicated with if she didn't want to speak.

That's Luther.

"Poet Capulet," Poet answered. "I'm Allison's assistant and friend."

"Poet?" A skinny man gasped as he saw the girl, smile starting to form on his slightly chapped lips. Poet let her head snap towards the source of the voice and smiled excitedly.

"Capulet?" Diego and Luther questioned confusedly, their eyebrows furrowed together in anger at hearing the last name. Of course their biggest enemy was in front of them. Of course. Everyone ignored the two. Allison expected this.

"Klaus?" Poet questioned.

"Oh my God."  Klaus laughed, heading towards the girl and hugging her tightly to his chest. "I haven't seen you since that last time!"

Everyone looked between the two of them as if they were watching a tennis game and Allison stood back because, of course, she was there. She had to apologize profusely at the mention of her brother trying to do something to Poet for drugs. Thankfully, Poet had been kind enough to laugh it off, understanding why he did what he did. After all, his thoughts were the loudest of them all.

"You've met?"

"Yeah," Poet nodded, looking back to smile at Klaus. "He was asking for money and I gave him food."

"I also tried to steal her money."

"Oh, fabulous," Diego commented sarcastically. Poet looked at him.

"Shut your mouth," Poet retorted.

"Poet be nice."

"Be nice?" Poet questioned. "I'm supposed to be nice? Well, I'm not. Not until he apologizes for almost killing me."

"Right back at ya, sweets."

Flipping him off, Allison led her away from him.