Twisted Bonds

Chapter 57: Mikaelson Ball

Emma's POV

Jenna gave me a ride to the ball. When we parked, I fidgeted my hands in my lap. "Are you nervous?" Jenna asked.

"Yes, very..." I responded, not meeting her eyes.

"Don't be. You look absolutely gorgeous. I can guarantee you will outshine everyone in there." Jenna told me.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. Now get in there! Show everyone how beautiful and amazing you look!" Jenna told me.

Hesitantly, I reached for the car handle. With a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped out. Before I closed the door, Jenna called out to me. "Call me if you need a ride home."

I looked at her and nodded. With one final shaky breath, I willed myself to move towards the doors of the mansion. I shivered as a cold breeze blew past me, reminding me that the warm summer nights were over. I should've brought a jacket.

As I walked into the mansion, I looked around. They sure went all out on the decorations. I searched for one of the Mikaelsons, but after taking a quick look around, I couldn't find them.

I noticed that I caught the eyes of quite a few people. I kept my head down and pretended that I didn't notice. I've never been the type who wanted to be the center of attention. When I was looking for a secluded corner to sit myself in, someone grabbed my arm.

I quickly turned around to see someone I had not expected. I saw someone from my class. Isaac Forbes, Caroline's cousin. "Emma? Is that you?"

"Isaac, hey, I didn't know you were coming..." I replied, not knowing what to say. Isaac and I have never really spoken much. He was part of the popular crowd. He was on the football team, although he was on junior varsity.

"I didn't know you were coming either. But, wow, I've never seen you look like this. You look hot." he blurted out.

I was flabbergasted. Never in my life had anyone ever called me hot. "Uh, thanks..." I muttered out. "You don't look too bad yourself." I said, trying not to be rude. I was totally lost and didn't know how to react.

"Thank you. So, why don't you ever look like this at school?" he asked.

"I prefer comfort over style." I stated bluntly.

"If I had known you could look like this, I would've dated you way sooner." he said. He still had my arm in his grasp. I was starting to feel uncomfortable with the way he was looking at me. I could practically feel his eyes as his gaze stopped at my chest.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to find my friend." I said as I tried to pull my arm from his grasp.

He wasn't having it. His grip tightened on my arm. "You mean your blonde friend? She seemed to be busy with Matt. She won't mind if you hang with me for a bit."

I was becoming really uncomfortable. "Well, I have other friends that I need to meet up with here. So, please, let go of my arm." I told him as I tried to yank my arm free.

His grip tightened to a painful degree. I winced. "Oh, please, the only one I've seen you talk to recently is that blonde chick. So, why don't you just hang out with me tonight. I can show you a really good time." he said with a wink.

I'm gonna be sick. I knew that if he said that to one of the other girls in the popular crowd, they may have fallen into his grasp. But not me. "Well, I'm already spoken for. You're too late. So, release my arm, your grip is starting to hurt." I said with more force.

I managed to twist my arm out of his grip. I quickly started to walk away, but he followed me and grabbed my arm again. "Leave me alone! Let go of me!" I demanded.