Emma was doing her best, she really was. She didn't want her main impression to be as the one who keeps falling asleep. Her algebra teacher would definitely hate her if she did it again. But after another night of having to sleeping with the uncomfortable cannula, meaning she didn't get much sleep at all, Emma found her eyes kept closing of their own volition every once in a while. The only thing managing to help her stay awake until the bell finally sounded, were the frequent jabs to her arm from the person sitting next to her.

"You really hate this class, don't you?" Matt asked with a small laugh as the two started to pack up their things before walking out of the classroom side by side. Emma let out a small groan as she thought of her answer.

"Yes... I mean, no... Ms Maron is a good teacher and all, it's just boring as hell. I need to record classes for the nights when I can't sleep." Emma said, the idea truly sounding like a good one in that moment. It made Matt laugh again as the two walked through the halls together.

Walking past Caroline's locker, Emma would have had to be blind not to notice all of the decorations and the happy birthday wishes glued to it. "Did Caroline enjoy her birthday surprise?" She asked with a small laugh, seeing how her friends went all out for it.

"Uh, she's not at school today." Matt said simply. It was obvious from his tone that he didn't really know where his friend was.

"What, too busy planning the next big scheme?" Emma couldn't help but tease, making Matt send her a pointed look.

"Come on, I thought you and I had a truce?" He asked, the small smile on his face still making it clear he understood Emma was just messing around with him. While on different sides most of the time, Emma and Matt were aware that as the only two completely normal humans in the midst of everything else in Mystic Falls, they could at least be on good terms and not at each other's throats like everyone else.

"We do." Emma reassured him. "Doesn't mean I don't still have questions. Like what happened to Rebekah? Where is she? Just thought you might be willing to share." Emma's words made Matt stop in his tracks, his hand reaching out and taking hold of Emma's arm to make her do the same.

"Em, Elena gave Rebekah back to Klaus." Matt said with furrowed brows. He was expecting Emma would be among the first to know considering that was why she allied herself with Klaus in the first place, to get her friend back. And they'd all expected Klaus to un-dagger Rebekah as soon as he had her so she could aid him in tormenting them into handing over the rest of the Original family.

"You know, sometimes I hate how cryptic he can get." Emma shook her head with an eye roll as she realized that was what Klaus must've meant when he said the plan partly yielded results. He got one of his siblings back, not all of them. In a way he told her while still hiding it from her. But what else should she expect?

"Emma," Matt's voice made Emma realize he was completely serious about whatever he would say next. And she geared up for whatever warning he had planned that she was probably already aware of. "Klaus isn't a good guy. I know sometimes he seems like a safer option, but he won't- "

"Protect me? Yes, I know that Matt. I know who I'm dealing with, trust me." Emma jumped in, choosing to spare him from wasting his breath. "But can you honestly tell me that I wouldn't be in danger if I sided with you? That one of your risky plans wouldn't end up getting me killed?" She continued on, raising an eyebrow at him as she waited for a reply that never came as Matt remained quiet.

"That's what I thought." She concluded with a knowing tone, making Matt give out a small sigh. He could understand Emma's motives even though he couldn't agree with them. But that was because he'd been friends with their group his whole life. "Wish Caroline a happy birthday from me." Emma said with a tone of finality

Sending Matt a small wave before she walked off, Emma entered the classroom for her next class, and left Matt behind, looking at her disappear through the door. A part of him knew that Emma was right, aside from the events of Homecoming, Klaus didn't involve Emma in his business enough to put her in danger. He could only hope it would continue that way.

Emma was once again bored, and once again the culprit was algebra. But instead of being forced to sit in Ms Maron's class, she was comfortably situated on her bed, trying to get through the homework without tearing her hair out. Another misfortune of struggling not to fall asleep during class was the lack of focus on what the teacher was saying. In conclusion, she had no idea what she was supposed to do to solve these tasks.

However, it seemed some higher power agreed with her and decided to provide her with a short break as she heard the sound of the doorbell echo through the otherwise empty house. Curiously, she glanced over at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It wasn't yet time for her mother to be home, and even if she was, she wouldn't be ringing the doorbell. Emma had no idea who could be at the door, and not wanting to be rude (that was the only reason, of course) she quickly dropped her homework and moved into he hall to answer the door only to be surprised by who was standing on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" She asked curiously.

"It would seem that today, I may find you useful, Emma." Klaus smirked her way. The newest cryptic response making the brunette raise an eyebrow at him in a questioning manner, wanting at least a little bit more information on what he needed from her. "Care to invite me inside so I can elaborate?"

"Now, Klaus, it's a nice warm day outside, I'm sure you can tell me whatever you have to from the porch." Emma replied, a smirk of her own making its way to her lips. Surely, he didn't expect her to fall for that and invite him inside.

"I've decided it's time to introduce myself to some of the more influential people in this town. And I believe that to win them over, it would work in my favour to show I can have human friends too. You're coming with me to the Founders' fundraiser." Klaus said simply, evidently offering no room for refusal.

"And if I don't?" Emma questioned, wondering whether he'd truly hurt her just because she doesn't go to a party with him.

"I'd like to believe you would. After all, it seems like I'd be rescuing you from quite a dull evening." Klaus pointed out, motioning with his hand to her casual attire of sweatpants and a T-shirt. The action made Emma send him a small glare.

"Because cozying up to the mayor and other stuck-up founders sounds like so much fun." She pointed out that his offer didn't seem like much of a wild party either.

"Emma, love, need I remind you-" Klaus started, but Emma decided she didn't really want to have him remind her of anything. She gave out a sigh as she rolled her eyes at him before speaking up and interrupting him.

"Yeah, yeah Klaus, whatever. I'll come. Just give me a minute to make myself more presentable. Unless you want to go for that 'my human friend just woke up from a nap' look?" Emma snipped back. Klaus gave her an unimpressed look, seeming to get slightly annoyed with her sarcastic quips. "Good. Make yourself at home... on my porch." Emma said before closing the door in his face and making her way to her bedroom again.

"What the hell does one even wear to a Founders' party in this town?" Emma questioned herself as she stood in front of her closet. She sent a forlorn look to the box of her father's notebooks that still remained hidden in a corner. Her afternoon plans included doing some more reading, but alas, Klaus had other ideas.

It was her phone pinging from her bed that made Emma step away from her search for a moment to check what it was. And once again she rolled her eyes in annoyance as she read the message. 'Preferably something other than jeans. We want to look civilized.'

"Don't be a stalker, Klaus. You're already annoying enough without it!" She called out, knowing he'd be more than able to hear her. Throwing her phone back on top of her covers, Emma didn't wait to see whether he'd send another reply. Instead, she made her way back to her closet, choosing the first thing she could think of. She was already pestering and teasing him enough, she didn't want to get further on his bad side by taking too long. And so, begrudgingly, Emma prepared herself for a boring night. Only once it came to an end would she realize how wrong she was...