"Well, wearing things like this does send a certain message to a guy, but I can't see Sam pressuring you into anything." Elle's expression darkened for a moment. "And if he ever does, just let me know and I'll teach him never to make that mistake again." She brought up one of her hands, letting it crackle with electricity for effect.

She'd never admit it, but she felt a little protective of the Claires. Like an older sister. Yes, she still felt jealous and spiteful sometimes, and she figured she probably always would to a certain degree, but she didn't really hate them. She even kind of liked their company. It was weird, okay?