ABIGEAL

“ARE YOU okay?” Blaine asked, skating a hand down my arm. He had finally managed to detangle himself from Marissa's clutches and was now hovering over me.

He lifted my arms to inspect the scratches and I barely refrained from yanking it out of his grasp and instead removed it gently. “I'm fine.”

He frowned. “You're scratched all over. We need to get that looked at. It could get infected.” He said, reaching for my arm again.

I stepped back, out of his reach. “They're just scratches. I can treat them myself.” I replied.

We were waiting for the valet to bring the car around and watching people leave...