Davina sighed. What was going on? Nothing. That was the problem. Marcel had told her she needed to make a life for herself here and that shouldn't have been difficult. Life should have been easier here - there was no one trying to kill her or her friends, Klaus was being well behaved, by his standards, there was no coven trying to tell her what to do or how to live her life, she could go to school and just be a normal teenage girl. So why couldn't she just be happy?
"You guessed right," she said resignedly, stopping to teeth at her lower lip. "It's about a guy." She couldn't help but feel embarrassed about the situation. She was a powerful, independent, kick-ass witch. She shouldn't be getting her panties in a wad over some guy. But then Kol Mikaelson wasn't just some guy, was he?
"I mean, I like him and I thought he liked me..." Kissing someone usually gave that impression. "But now I'm not so sure." Were relationships always this complicated? But then this wasn't a relationship, was it? They'd never actually said anything about a relationship. She'd just assumed that they were heading that was. She'd played hard to get, true, but that was what you were supposed to do, right? And it had never seemed to bother him before, only made him more persistent. And she'd liked it. She'd liked being chased in a good way rather than a bad way for a change. She'd liked feeling... special, not for her magic or how useful she was to someone but because of her, because of who she was.