Esmeralda was sat on a bench, outside in the school grounds, playing with a piece of ice that she had summoned in her hand. She immediately dropped it as she felt a presence and she turned around to see that it was Allison approaching her.
"Hey, Emmy", Allison spoke, with a tinge of sadness.
Esmeralda gave her a soft look, "Hey, Ally", she smiled. "What brings you to this fine bench?", the blonde questioned, mimicking a British accent. Esmeralda has been in the UK one time but that was when she was eight, she's now fifteen.
Allison laughed lightly, "I can't be around Scott anymore", the Argent girl admitted. 
"What? Why?", Esmeralda asked incredulously, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder.
"It'll get him in trouble with my family", Allison confessed, taking Esmeralda's hand off her shoulder.
Esmeralda wanted to say: Well, duh, he's a werewolf and you're a hunter, it was bound to be an issue, but she didn't say that. Esmeralda hated lying to Allison. She thinks that she's getting closer to the brunette. "Did they approve when you first got together?", the Anderson girl asked.
Allison smiled sheepishly, "No".
"Well, nice talking to you, Ally. I have to go and meet Lyds", Esmeralda stated as she gave one last smile before walking back into the red doors into the school. 
Allison knew that Esmeralda was hiding something, but she just couldn't figure out what. 

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Esmeralda found the guidance counsellors office and she went in and saw the same guy she saw in her dream in biology class. "Hey, Peter", the blonde greeted with a small wave, who waved and smiled back but it looked like a distorted smile. 
She blinked rapidly and rubbed her eyes, but he wasn't there.
The Anderson girl opened the door slightly, "Is Lydia done, yet?", she asked, awkwardly.
"No, Esmeralda", Morrell answered, and the girl looked at her with a confused look. "We were waiting for you", Esmeralda opened the door until it slammed on the wall.
Esmeralda pointed to herself, "I don't need counselling", she argued. "I'm just here to wait for Lydia to be done", the blonde shrugged, looking away from the guidance counsellor.
"Your parents were murdered", Morrell spoke softly, "And your biological parents were killed in a car crash before you were born".
Esmeralda clenched her jaw, "Fine!", she exclaimed, sitting down in the seat next to Lydia, who smiled at the blonde.
"You're not even French, are you?", Lydia questioned snidely, narrowing her eyes towards Morrell.
Morrell looks at the teenage girls with a bemused look, "French-Canadian", she corrected and Esmeralda involuntary scoffed. 
"Which means you're a Canadian—", Esmeralda trailed off, snidely. "—Who speaks French", she finished, kissing her teeth, tapping her finger under the table.
Lydia's eyes travelled down to the table, "Considering that we're placing our mental health in your hands and as a French teacher", the strawberry blonde stated, returning her eyes to the woman. "What makes you qualified to be a guidance counsellor?", Lydia questioned, pursing her lips and Esmeralda looking at her, agreeing.
"I have a masters in behavioural psychology and I have done three hundred hours of field work", Morrell explained to the girls in a calm manner. 
Esmeralda was starting to get angry; she hated the word psychology. Mary and John made her go to therapy, even though she didn't even remember anything about her biological parents.