The Mis-Fits Among the Mis-Fits

Isabela's POV

"There you guys are." I say as Em, Tom, Aya, and Maven return from their mysterious disappearances. "Where did you guys vanish off to?" I ask innocently with a wicked grin. Aya and Em glare at me. But before they have a chance to respond Iris walks up. "Hi Jacob." She says in her annoying voice. She's obviously flirting. He rolls his eyes and for the sake of being polite he responds. "Hi Iris," he responds blandly. I know he thinks she's a foul, loathsome, evil little cockroach, but I can't help it. I get jealous. I can typically hide my emotions well but she just strikes a nerve with me. Jacob grabs my hand and squeezes it. His way of telling me the room is getting warm, well warmer than usual. He shoves a glass of water in my hand and I quickly take a sip. That helps a bit but not much. I spark my bracelet when she turns around for a minute and immediately put a small flame at the bottom of her hair. Now before you all think I'm cruel and heartless I did put it out. Just maybe not in cleanest way possible. I take what's left of my water and quickly dump it on her hair. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR ISABELA." She shrieks across the ballroom. Everyone stops talking and looks over in the corner where all of us are standing. "When you tossed your hair back the candle behind you caught your hair, I was just trying to help." I say with a sweet smile. Everyone starts talking about. The rest of our group knows what really happened. Jacob covers for me. "Yeah Iris could you not shriek at my betrothed, and may I add princess, she was just trying to help." He said and pulled me to his side and this time we switched roles. He was kissing me and I found myself kissing back. "Ugh fine." She was walking back when our friend Veronica, a haven, tripped her. Iris of course couldn't see her and kept walking mumbling about revenge. Veronica flashed our group a wink and then vanished again. "Well tonight has been eventful." Tom mentioned after thirty seconds of silence. "No really, I thought tonight was as normal as an ordinary Sunday night." Aya responded sarcastically. Tom was opening his mouth when I interrupted. "Could you two not fight. We still have a bit before the night is over." Maven suddenly stiffens up and lowers his head. "Princess Isabela Calore, would you do me the honor of dancing with me." He says properly. "Prince Maven Calore, I accept your request." I respond as I curtsy. We dance to a soft piano song that is laced with a wondrous, childish sound. As I danced with my younger brother I hoped that the remainder of the night would be as beautiful as the melody we danced to.