Jamie rested her chin with her fists scowling as she watched the group of junior boys play an impromptu football game out on the yard. She narrowed her glare as she studied Tyler Lockwood and his "holier than thou" attitude. His smugness and entitled attitude made her nauseous and the anger boiled inside of her. Jealousy coursed through her veins and if she didn't share her father's temper, she would be out there whooping all the boys at their little game-it didn't matter to her that she was supposed to be human or a "meek young girl". Her competitive nature was dying to come out, but she suppressed it mostly because of her older brother's orders. She picked up her blue pen with the chewed top and began to doodle in her spiral notebook, bored out of her mind. She began the outline of a wolf, the eyes penetrating and sharp. She allowed herself to become engulfed in her own drawing, her focus on the shape and personality of her new wolf. It was slender, but the coat soft and smooth.

"Jamie!" The tone made her jump causing her to throw her pen and come out of her thoughts. She quickly brought her eyes to her history teacher's face. She slouched a bit in embarrassment it became apparent how annoyed he was. He stood tall with his arms crossed against his chest, his impatience and frustration painted in his stance. She bit her lip, unsure how long he had been trying to get her attention. "Since you clearly like staying in your spot, how about you stay there until four young lady."

"Come on, Coach Miller." Jamie whined.

"Do not "Come on, Coach Miller" me! Everyday this week you have gone of into dreamland, not paying any attention. How are you going to pass my class if you keep going somewhere else?" He sat on the desk across from her, giving his full attention. His face softened as he waited for her response. "Well?"

"I'm sorry. I'll do better." She respectfully replied.

"I don't know. This is the second time we have had this conversation. I think it's time I call your dad."

"Please don't. I said I'll do better." Her heart jumped, and she held a breath.

"Do not move. I expect your homework to be done before you leave." Coach Miller got up and headed over to his desk grabbing his phone and a piece of paper from his desk. Jamie saw him give her one more look and a sigh, as he dialed his phone. "Homework." He said, pointing to her desk. She carefully watched him walk outside the door, but remaining close enough to see her but be out of earshot-or so he would think.

Shit, she thought. He's going to call him. She bit her lip in anticipation as she focused her hearing on Coach Miller's voice.

"Good afternoon. This is Dave Miller at the high school. I would like to speak with Jamie Mikaelson's father." As hard as Jamie struggled, she couldn't hear who was on the other end of the phone. She groaned in frustration. "I am keeping her in detention today until four." Jamie closed her eyes, groaning. "That would be fine, I will be here until four. I'll see you then."

Coach Miller opened the door, his brow arching towards me. "Did you do any homework?"

"Did you call my dad?"

"It got your attention, didn't it? Besides, I think it will do you some good."

"For you anyway." She muttered. She laid her head back, tapping her pen softly against her desk. This seriously could not get any worse, she frowned wishing she could just disappear. She hadn't been a model student but this would be the first time she had to have her "father" come to the school-well in a few decades anyway. In truth, her father died about a thousand years ago. She was only Klaus Mikaelson's half-sister on his father's side but due to his charming ways, he had managed to get a witch to curse her to immortality-linked to him. She would remain physically a human and a wolf, but she could only die an Original death since she was tied to Klaus. Unfortunately, once she hit puberty, her aging ceased so she remained a meek teenage girl of thirteen, barely missing fourteen. Despite not sharing Esther or Mikael's genes, the other Mikaelsons treated her as their own, taking responsibility in her raising. She had been with them since Klaus found her when she was a toddler in the woods after Mikael tore apart the village, ripping her family apart brutally just after Henrik was murdered and the curse took place. It was shortly afterwards that Klaus adopted her as his own daughter, changing her last name to Mikaelson.

Jamie held her breath as the door opened, her stomach twisting as she took notice of Elijah standing in the doorway. "Good afternoon, I am Elijah Michaelson." He flashed his charming smile and shook Coach Miller's hand. Jamie froze as they made eye contact. "Her father unfortunately had his hands tied and asked me to come down here for him."

"That's fine. Why don't you take a seat?" Coach motioned towards the empty chair next to his desk.

"Jamie, why don't you come take a seat next to me?" Elijah smiled, his eyes twitching in a glare.

"That's okay, Uncle Elijah."

"Jamielyn. Eleanor. Michaelson." Jamie's head dropped, wincing at his use of her full name. She got up quickly and dragged her feet next to Elijah, sitting. "Now what is it that seems to be the problem?"

"Well, Jamie has been-"

"I'm sorry," Elijah interrupted, his glare focusing on Jamie. "I was intending for my niece to answer the question."

Jamie cowered under Elijah's stare, her stomach rejecting her anger. She hated feeling like a coward or a little girl, so she growled in response to Elijah, his expression taking back to his neice's newfound disrespect and rebellion. "1916." Elijah forcefully growled, immediately causing Jamie to back down. Coach Miller looked confused, but Elijah knew Jamie understood his warning.

"I haven't been making any effort in his class." Jamie muttered, not wanting to drag this meeting any further. Elijah crossed his arms, as she bit her lip. "I haven't been paying attention, turned in some assignments late, and I haven't been studying as much as I should."

"Is there anything you would like to add, Coach Miller?"

"Her attitude has been slacking as well, but I think she covered it. The severity of this though is that she is about to fail the class which will hold her back a year if she does not change her grades. I thought her having her tests signed would help, but it didn't."

Oh fuck a stupid duck, Jamie cursed silently. She was going to be in a world of hurt.

"May I see these tests?" Elijah asked, a slight smile on his face. Jamie risked a glance at her uncle, holding her breath as she could see the fire in his eyes. Coach Miller handed him the last two tests, and Jamie tried to get out of the seat and winced when her uncle grabbed her shoulder, holding her in place. "One was signed by me and the other by her father."

"I questioned the signature of her father's, but she explained he was out of town for the second test so she said you signed it for him. It didn't look like her own handwriting."

"Would you please make a note to call and speak with Niklaus or myself if there is another test she must sign?"

"Yes."

"Another thing, do you carry a wooden ruler in here?" Jamie's heart dropped in her stomach, and she could feel her heart begin to race. Her eyes widened as she watched the Coach, with a confused expression, hand her uncle the ruler. She froze as Elijah turn his attention to her, holding her chin up. "Do I have your attention?"

"Yes Elijah."

"Stand up please." She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks as she stood, placing her hands on the desk in front of her. Without a second more, Elijah brought the ruler hard across the seat of her jeans ten times causing tears to sting in Jamie's eyes, threatening to spill. She thanked God she didn't cry, knowing Elijah let her off the hook with a very mild spanking. "Are you paying attention?"

"Yes sir."

"I will meet with Coach Miller into discuss your progress. Let me warn you now, there better be improvement. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?"

Coach Miller was still shocked by the small spanking Elijah gave Jamie, but tried hard to hide it. "I think we are on the same page. Thank you."

"I highly doubt you will have further problems. Thank you." Elijah stood, shaking Coach Miller's hand. Jamie gathered her stuff, throwing it in her bags and muttering a 'thank you' to the Coach, knowing Elijah wouldn't tolerate her disrespect if she didn't. She followed Elijah, her head dropping in shame. She knew the spanking was nothing, but she had been spanked like a five year old in front of her teacher. She furrowed her brows in her uncle's direction, scowling at the audacity. How dare he spank her in front of her coach? She muttered something Elijah didn't understand, but it was enough for him to turn abruptly, causing Jamie to jump.

"Will we have an issue?"

"You didn't need to spank me." She muttered, losing all bravado she had mustered up moments before.

"You both needed a lesson in knowing how serious your family is about your education." Elijah responded simply.

"You spanked me." Jamie cried out, whining. Elijah let loose a small smirk before turning away. He opened the passenger door open for his niece, allowing her to climb in.

"Are you telling me you didn't deserve it?"

"I-"

"You think your father would have allowed for you to behave so?"

"Papa-"

"Jamielyn." Elijah's jaw set, and she let out a defeated sigh. "I thought so."

Jamie slumped into the seat, the ride taking her thoughts away. She wondered what her dad was doing. She knew he would soon be taking matters in his own hands in breaking the curse, but she had yet to decide what her own role would be. Would she help her father-even knowing that doing so three people would lose their lives? She let out a sigh before closing her eyes, the road humming below her. "When does the curse break?"

"Three nights." Elijah spoke softly, his hand patting her shoulder. She nodded in understanding, but she said nothing. She knew that soon she would have to decide whether she would help him capture his backup wolf and vampire.