Worse than hell

I walk into my homeroom early for a change. So early, that hardly anyone is here except... some new person I guess. I sit down in the second row and get my papers and things settled.

The new guy walks over to me desk and then crouches down so we're eye to eye (I'm in my chair). He's obviously an elf.

"Hey," the new guy says to me. Short blond hair and icy blue eyes. Ah, very handsome. "Hi," I finally manage to say.

"So, what's up?"

I pause. "Hi." I twitch. Whoops. That was not what I meant to say. "...I mean, 'Nothing really, what's up with you?'" I feel like kicking myself. I'm being an absolute doofus! "Well, I'm going clubbing this weekend at Warley's, this teen club. I was wondering if you'd like to join me."

Some how it didn't seem right. I didn't feel like it was right going out with a guy. 'I'm single,' I thought. 'I should be able to go.' Then I thought twice as Legolas and Talim came in. I was supposed to go with them to the wizard's cup tonight. Legolas wouldn't...I mean Legolas and Talim wouldn't want me to ditch them. Then I thought about Aragorn. Wouldn't it drive him crazy if I went with someone else? And didn't I want to try different guys?

"Hello?" the new guy waves a hand in my face.

"Oh...sorry. Yea, I guess I'll go," I say. He smiles. God he's hot!

"Okay, we can talk about it after class. My name is Earfalas, from Lothlorien."

"I'm Emthiel...or Emma, whichever you want to call me...and I'm from Rivendell"

"Nice to meet you, beautiful. Talk to you later."



"Oh he's absolutely perfect!" I say twirling around in the halls. "His name is...Earfalas," I sigh. I look up at them. Legolas is being very quiet. Too quiet. Talim on the other hand is laughing and talking non-stop.

"Girl, he's such a hottie! I can't believe he came up and talked to you!" "ANYWAYS," Legolas says sharply. "So, there's gonna be this band called Big Drop at the Wizard's cup tonight and..."

"Oh, that reminds me!" I cut in. "I can't go tonight." "What?" Legolas says, looking disappointed.

"I told Earfalas I'd go with him to this teen club," I say. Talim squeals with excitement, but Legolas stares at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Hey Emma!" Earfalas runs into our little circle. I glance over at Legolas. He's still staring at me with his mouth wide open. I signal him to close his mouth. He finally snaps out of his day-dream or whatever and closes his mouth.

"So, how about I pick you up at your room tonight at eight?"

I start hugging my books to my chest nervously. "Sure...that's be fine...but what kind of club is this?"

"Not any kind of formal one. Just a regular teen club," he says.

"Okay, my room is M-40."



Legolas' face looks angry and stiff. I touch his arm and immediately he loosens. "Legolas, what's wrong?" I ask.

He looks at me. "Oh, nothing." Oh, yea riiiiiight! There is definitely something wrong and I think it's my fault. "I'm sorry that I'm ditching you guys tonight. I just need to date again before I go crazy."

"Yea, whatever," Legolas huffs. I feel hurt. Why is he acting like this to me? What am I doing wrong?

Talim rolls her eyes to Legolas. "This is great, Emma. Just don't leave us out TOO often, and things shall be fine."

"Um...okay." Do they really think I'd ditch them often?



Talim and me did a little shopping for tonight. I'm in a little Lothlorien style gold dress that goes up to the middle of my thighs. Tan colored platforms and a tan leather jacket. It's really not a kind of dress I'd wear, but it's what's sexy, so I'll wear it for once. Earfalas would like it, I think.

"Girl, now you are styling!" Talim says. I twirl in front of my body mirror. I have high expectations for this night. This might be a romantic night with my new love. I shiver just thinking about it.

A knock on the door startles me and I leap to the door. I open it and there is Earfalas in black pants and a blue button down. His outfit isn't much, but he's adorable. "You look wonderful," he says, looking me up and down. I feel nervous. He takes my hand gently and then I turn to go, giving Talim a wave as in 'Thanks!'.



When we get to the club, the music is blaring and the whole scene is perfect. Earfalas and me start bopping all over together. He really is a great dancer. But he notices that I'm tired, so he sits us down.

"Let's hang with my friends for awhile," he says. I have a feeling I have no say in this, so I nod.

His friends flock us and tag along for a long time.

"Hey beautiful," one guy says to me, skimming his fingers across the top of my dress. I grab his hand and remove it. "What's wrong sugar, not good enough for you?"

"No, it's not that," I say. "But your breath smells like the dead."

All his friends laugh at this and the guy leaves me alone.

I feel like the extra wheel in this big crowd. People are hovering around me. They're cracking nasty jokes constantly and the guys are calling each girl by "whore, slut, prostitute, bitch,' and so on.

The guys snicker at me and lick their lips, but Earfalas doesn't stop them! He just watches and plays along!

"We want some love'n! Which girl will show us some!" says one.

"I will!" Leanna says. Whoa. I just noticed that she was there. Great. I wanted a date with this new guy and instead I get a date with Leanna's friends.

"Pull up her dress!" says one guy to Earfalas. Oh god, he would never do that! ...would he?

I look on astounded as Earfalas pulls up Leanna's dress in front of the whole club. She slaps his hands away and I notice she looks like she's about to cry. Everyone laughs at her purple thong, including all of her friends. "Now we want some more, Leanna," says some of the guys. "Show us the chest!"

Leanna's face turns so red. "I thought you were KIDDING!" Her eyes are watering. I've had enough of all of this myself. She looks like she's about to run off, so I grab her arm and take off with her.

"Emma, I thought you were my date!" Earfalas yells.

"Well, you thought wrong, bastard!" I shout.

"Come back sexy, I want to feel inside your dress!" says one guy. I run harder with Leanna crying on my shoulder. We finally get out of earshot from those fags.

"They're gonna make fun of me forever! All those guys saw my ass!" she cries on my shoulder in the middle of the deserted sidewalk. I pat her shoulder. She deserves SOME comfort because of what she just went through, though I'm sure she'll hate me once again by Monday.

"They're all jerks and you don't want to be involved in THEM," I tell her.

"Thanks," she whispers and with that, we head back to the school.