A/N: Hello everyone! Here's another female reader x Elsa story from me. I really hope you like it. Does anyone remember the story 'Snowflake' that I wrote a while back? If you don't remember, it's because I deleted it. I really wanted to write a high school story, but not like 'Snowflake.' Sorry if you guys liked reading it, but I wasn't going to continue it anyway. So, here's my second attempt at writing a high school story with some high school experience! Yup, that's right. I've been in high school for 5 weeks and I'm pissed because it's nothing like freaking High School Musical. Anyway, I'm sure you know what Y/N means, so here's another one. N/N means nickname. If you don't have one, than use your own name, or just feel free to make a nickname for yourself! Okay, I talked a lot already. I should shut up and let you guys read. Enjoy! (hopefully)

"Stop staring at her, Y/N!"

The voice shook you out of your trance and you begin to glare at your best friend, Kristoff Bjorgman, who smacked you in the head. You met him in 2nd grade when you accidently sprayed your Juicy Juice on him and it turned the whole cafeteria into a food fight area. Since you two were the ones that started it, you both got sent to the principal's office. You were friends ever since. You also have another best friend, Olaf Summers. You and Kristoff met him when he tried to pull a prank on Ms. Hofmann, your 2nd grade teacher. It didn't work out too well when she caught you and Kristoff helping Olaf loosen the bolts on her rolling chair in the morning. Kristoff and Olaf are both one of the stars on the football team, while you are, well, the biggest loser in school.

Why? Because after you got sent to the principal's office and got caught by Ms. Hofmann, you, Kristoff and Olaf were one of the popular kids in 2nd grade, but of course, that didn't really matter to you. You gave everyone the cold shoulder when they either flirted with you, or tried anything to socialize with you because sadly, you were too shy. But, of course, your best friends were the wild ones, and now they are one of the most popular kids in school. Another reason why you're a loser? Because you're gay. You have a massive crush on Elsa Anderson, the most popular girl at Arendelle High school, since 2nd grade. Under her is her 2nd most popular sister, Anna Anderson. Elsa is the captain of the cheerleading team and Anna is co-captain while you are on the varsity swim team. You're all a junior now. Today is the first day of school at Arendelle High.

Anyway, let's get on with the story.

"What the hell, Kristoff?!" You rub the back of your head.

He shrugged, "Sorry, don't know my own strength." He smirked and began to flex his arms. His smirk quickly fell when he sees someone in the halls. "Anna," he whispers.

So, as you can see, Kristoff is in love with Anna. He'd totally go for her any day, but there's a problem. She's dating Hans Southland. The quarterback of the football team. Kristoff glares and balls his fist, watching Hans grope her in anyway he can. He slams her against the lockers and kisses her neck. She tries to get him off her but Hans was much stronger than her.

"Kristoff, no!" You plead, as you watch your best friend stalks towards him and spun him around.

"Hey!" Hans yells in his face. "What's your god damn problem?!"

"My problem!? My problem is you not give Anna any respect! You're treating her like your fucking slave! Can't you see that she doesn't want you to do that right now!?"

Hans grabs Kristoff's jersey and slams him against the lockers. The students turn to look at them from loud bang. "Listen to me you little shit! Anna is my girlfriend. You will never get her. Keep dreaming if you think that she'll ever give you even a second to let you call her yours!"

"Hans! Stop it!" You yell.

He looks at you in disgust. "Shut up, dyke! I don't give a fuck if Jack is nice to you, gay lord! He'd say the same damn thing! Keep dreaming if you think Elsa will actually give you a chance with her. She doesn't even want to look at you!"

"Alright, fuckers. Break it up!" All you can here are gasps from other people. "Yeah, that's right, dip shits. Principal Mode is here. Now fucking break it up before I get my cane and thwack every single one of you!" The 1st bell rings. "Get to class, losers!"

Everyone quickly grabs their books and scuttles away from the short lady to their first class. Hans looks at you and Kristoff one last time before slamming him against the lockers again. "See you later, Kristoff." He glares at you before grabbing Anna's hand and dragging her to class.

Kristoff watches her give him a pitiful look.

"Kris, you ok?" You ask.

You flinch as he punches a locker. "How the hell does she put up with him!? Do you think she even loves him!?"

The late bell was sounded, but you ignore it and shrug. It was an okay to be late on the first couple of days anyway. "Well, Kristoff, they were voted the school's star couple along side Jack and Elsa."

Kristoff groans, "I'm definitely not giving up. Hans doesn't deserve her. At all."

You rub the back of your neck. "Well, I'd better get to class." You open your locker, and grab your books. "I wonder who's going to be in my class this year."

Your friend nods. "By the way, where's Olaf?"

"He's still in San Francisco. He'll be back on Wednesday. See you at lunch, Kristoff." You wave him goodbye as you run down the hall.

You quickly walk into your 1st period classroom. Oh shit… Sitting in the front of the class is the one and only, Elsa Anderson. And the only empty seat is right next to her. You take a deep breath, and slowly walk over. In the background, you can hear people snickering, giving you disgusted looks and whispering to each other. Elsa doesn't look at you as you sit down. Alright Y/N, you can do this. It's not that bad. It's not like she'll just cuss in your face. She's never done anything to hurt your feelings before has she?

The teacher calls you over. "Excuse me, are you Y/N?" You nod, and watch her mark your name on her roster. She then stands up and clap her hands together. "Okay, hello, I am Mrs. Parr and welcome to your 1st period English class. A few things about me are that my first name is Helen, and I am married to Bob Parr, the handsome English teacher next door." A few people gagged at that. "So for your first assignment, is a project." Groans could be heard throughout the classroom. "Oh, stop your whining, you lazy bums. The directions are that I'm going to pick your partners, and you're going to find things that you have in common. It's basically a double-bubble map, but on a presentation board."

A girl raised her hand.

"Yes Jasmine?"

Jasmine crossed her arms. "Can I be partners with Elsa?"

You see Elsa give the teacher a hopeful smile, but her smile soon fades.

"No, Jasmine. I know both of you are friends, but this project also gives you the time to bond with a new person, and hopefully be friends with. So let's get started. Jasmine, you will be partners with… Aladdin!"

"Oh, I'm definitely okay with that." She turns to him and gave him a flirtatious wink.

"Belle, you will be partners with Gaston."

"Ah, shit, damn it," she cursed.

You turn your attention away from the woman, and try to think of something to say to the blonde next to you. "Um… h-hi, Elsa." Seriously?! 'Hi?!' That's all you motherfucking got? Gosh, you're helpless. You see Elsa freeze at the sound of your voice. But still, she doesn't look at you, or even answer. Looking down in disappointment, you slouch back in your seat. The teacher's voice takes back your attention.

"Y/N, you will be partners with… Elsa."

"OH SHIT!" You hear someone say.

"Watch you language, Scar!" The teacher yells.

Everyone turns to Elsa to see her reaction, but still she is emotionless. The bell is sounded, and Elsa quickly grabs her things, and quickly walks out the door.

You rub your temples. "Why the fuck does this always happen to me?"

Mrs. Parr calls after the students as they walk out. "The project is due next Wednesday! So you better get started!"

*Line Break*

You walk quietly with Kristoff.

"Hey!" Your blonde friend purposely bumps into your shoulder. "What's wrong, N/N? You haven't said a word since we left the school. Did something happen with Elsa?"

You roll your eyes. "Wow, you know me so well!" You said sarcastically.

He faked a hurt expression and put his hand on his heart. "I'm just trying to help."

"Well, to answer your question, yes. Something did happen with her."

"And that is?"

"Me and Elsa were chosen partners for a project. And she seemed pretty upset about it."

"How do you know that?"

"Shut up, Kristoff!"

He put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, sorry. But is she coming to your house, or are you going to her house?"

"She left before we could discuss it. No, sorry scratch that. She didn't even look at me. God, Hans was right."

Kristoff looked at you with confusion laced in his features. "That fucker is right about what? Y/N, you know that that motherfucker is stupid."

"He's right about Elsa not ever wanting to look at me! She didn't even look at me at all during 1st period! What makes you think Hans is wrong, Kristoff!?"

"He is wrong, it might look like he's right right now, but I know he's wrong. And one day, all the proof will all show."

*Line Break*

"Elsa. Hellooo. Elsa!"

The voice shook her out of her trance. "W-what?!"

Rapunzel glares at her with her arms crossed, and leaned on her locker. "Are you okay? You've been off lately."

She looks down. "Well, I guess you could say that."

"What happened?" She demanded.

"I'm partners with Y/N for a project."

The brunette gasped and slams her hand on her heart in terror. "Oh my gosh. Are you serious?! You're partners with that fucking gay lord?! The gay lord that has a crush on you?!"

"Geez, Punzie, you don't have to be so mean and describe her like that."

"Bitch b-bitch bitch bitch! I can do whatever the hell I want! Now back to business, who's the teacher, and where can I find this bitch?!"

The blonde rolls her eyes. "Just give it a rest, Rapunzel. It's fine. It's not like she has the nerve to even say one sentence to me."

"I'm surprised you even have that big of an effect on her. I don't think I have that big of an effect on Eugene. So, is she going to your house? Wait! Gay lord cannot contaminate your expensive carpet! But you can bless her carpet of its contamination."

"Fine. I'll go to her house. Do you have her phone number?"

She bursted out laughing. "Aha! Girl, you are funny as hell! Of course I don't have her number, what are you, crazy?!"

"I'll ask her for it than. I have practice with her anyway."

"Don't let anyone know that you have it Elsa! It'll ruin your reputation!"

Elsa walked through the halls to the locker rooms. And as usual for the last 4 years of middle school and high school, all the girls change on the other side of the locker room, away from Y/N. But the blonde didn't care, because she knew that you respected her enough to not look. She goes to her locker next to yours and begins to change into her cheerleading uniform and smiles as your face reddens.

She thinks of an idea, and devilishly pulls her pants off, revealing her cerulean blue thong. The blonde purposely pretends to stumble, and uses her butt to bump into you. "Oops, sorry," she says innocently.

You gasp.

Elsa then pulls off her shirt, revealing a matching blue bra. You look away quickly, trying to get changed into your swim suit for swim practice.

"Y/N."

You flinch at the sound of Elsa's voice, ready for any venomous words that's going to be thrown at you.

"I need your number."

That stopped you in your tracks. "W-what?" You turn around, and meet a half-naked Elsa standing right in front of you. She's smiling. Fuck, she's doing this on purpose to see what I'll do.

"I said I need your number."

You just stared at her.

"To discuss a date for our project, dumbass!"

You flinch, letting her words cut through you like a knife. "Oh, o-okay." You quickly write your phone number down on a piece of paper and hold it out to her.

She rips it from your trembling finger, and shoves it into her bag. Then turns back around to put on her uniform.

You sigh, putting on your swim suit, and quickly walk out.

*Line Break*

"No, Kristoff! We are not having a party to start off the year! Especially at my house!"

"Ah, come on, Y/N," Olaf whines, "Why not?"

"Because it's stupid. Nobody likes me, and they sure as HELL will not want to come to my house."

Kristoff scoff and mumbles, "Well at least we like you."

"But Y/N! Nobody knows where you live," Olaf points out, "And maybe people wouldn't mind as much."

You glare at him, "Well, it's a good thing, because if people found out where I live, than I'm dead. They are going to toilet paper my house, throw eggs at it. I don't have time to clean up people's shit, guys!"

"Please!" They both pleaded.

"Fine! If you guys give me three reasons why the party has to be here, then I'll let you do. If not, we have it somewhere else."

Kristoff points up his finger. "You have a 3-story house, so we can invite a lot of people!"

"You have a killer speaker system," Olaf exclaims. "So we can turn the whole motherfucking city into a party."

You pour yourself a cup of iced water, and turn around to him. "Or get us arrested for disturbing the fucking peace. Alright, that's two reasons, you still need one more." You say this in a sing-songy voice.

Your best friends both look at each other, and you can already tell that they were about to break through you.

"We will invite Elsa!"

"Oh, shit. Damn it, fine!" You yell. You couldn't really picture it. Elsa Anderson in your house. "So, when can we start this party?" You ask.

*Line Break*

You look around your house, seeing only moving bodies and multiple-colored dance lights. It was dark, but it was bright enough to see the faces of individuals. Music blared throughout the whole house, and people grinded against each other to the music. Your expensive couches were holding the weight of couples who were making out, and people having drinking contests. Drunken people tried to climb over the fence to the pool, but thankfully always lost their grip and fell off. Sweat and alcohol filled the air, making recent arrivals gag in disgust.

You haven't spotted Elsa anywhere, but you could definitely spot Anna, happily talking to Kristoff, with Hans nowhere to be seen.

Olaf walked over, not drunk yet, handing you a solo cup filled with cold Budlight. "You need this, Y/N!" He shouted over the blaring music, "You're hosting this party, with nobody knowing! The least you could do is treat yourself to something! This party is fucking sick!"

You deny the cup, and shake your head. "I didn't really want to agree to this, you know."

He scoffed, and flipped his brown hair, making a few girls near them giggle flirtatiously. "Come on, Y/N! Let's go have some fun! Nobody will laugh at you, I promise." He holds out his hand.

You sigh, and grabbed his hand, taking the cup full of Budlight. A few whistles could be heard as you stand up. You always wondered to yourself why people treated you a little bit better at parties. Not as many disgusted looks, and comments like at school.

"Whooo, Y/N!" Simba whistles from the bar.

"I'm just wearing a short, strapless blue dress geez," you mumble.

Olaf led you over to the dance floor and started moving to the beat. "Come on, Y/N. I know you like to dance."

"Excuse me, but can I borrow Y/N for a moment?"

You turn around and come face-to-face with Elsa. She wore a tight black dress that goes to mid-thigh, holding a cup of beer. You felt your heart speed faster, but you can't help but feel afraid.

Olaf squints to see who it was and then his eyes widened. "Oh, well hell yea, you can!" He shoves you into the blonde girl.

"Stop it, Olaf!" You yelled, than turn to Elsa. "What do you need me for?"

"Take me to your room, Y/N."

"Ah, now you're getting it you, virgin bitch! You two enjoy yourselves!" Olaf then disappears.

"Wait, how do you know that this is my house?" You ask confusingly.

Elsa raised an eyebrow. "Just take me there, and I'll explain."

You clench your jaw, and finally led the blonde through the large mob of people. "Wouldn't people question why you're socializing with me?"

"Pfft, everyone's drunk as hell anyway, they won't remember a thing," she says.

"Okay, well, my room is on the third story so, let's go."

Finally after battling people that stopped to talk to Elsa, and dodging drinking contest, you finally make it to your door. You swing open the door, and the smell of sex wafts passed you. "What the fuck?" You turn on the lights, and see Ariel and Eric moving in the sheets. "What the-?! Ariel, Eric, get the fuck out of my room!"

"Oh, hey!" Eric looks over at you. "Y/N, wanna join? We can have a threesome!"

You look at him, disgusted. "What? No! Eric, p-pull out! And get out! Both of you!"

"Can I cum first?"

"GET OUT, ERIC!"

The increase of your voice made Ariel and Eric flinch. They quickly got dressed and walked out the door.

"Cockblock," Erick muttered.

"Byyyyyyeeeeee, YYYY/NNNNN," Ariel slurred drunkenly.

"It's not right to take advantage of a drunken girl Eric!" You yelled after him. "Elsa?" The blonde girl disappeared and suddenly a voice was heard.

"Are they gone?" It whispered. Elsa poked her head out of another room's door, hiding. You rolled your eyes and began to follow you into your room.

"Fucking nasty ass mother fuckers," you mumbled. You grabbed a can of your limited edition Vanilla Latte Febreze and started spraying it all over the room. The sound of Elsa's giggle made your ears ring, and your heart pound.

"Mmmmmm, that smells amazing," Elsa moans, and sets down her cup.

Keep your pussy under control, Y/N!

"Oh, you like it?" You walked over to your closet and grabbed a can, tossing it to the blonde. "Here, you can have one."

Elsa catches the can, and blushes. "A-are you sure? You did say that it's limited edition…"

You laugh. "It's okay, I know a guy."

Elsa shuts the door, and locks it.

"Wait, what are you doing?" You ask.

"Don't get any weird ideas Y/N. You're not getting any." She looks away, blushing.

"I wasn't thinking like that." You shrugged.

Silence falls between both of you. Elsa than speaks up. "Well, you have a nice room."

"Thanks, but it's not that great…"

"Are you kidding me?! This TV is huge! What is it?! 70 inches!? And you have a huge organized collection of movies! If only people knew this, I bet your life would be 100% better!"

You shake your head at the thought of you being popular. It just didn't sound right to you. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

Elsa's face false as she remembers what she had to say. She walks to your bed and sits down. "Listen Y/N, I hope you know all those mean things I said and did were all an act right?"

"W-what?"

"It was all an act. I would never call you a dumbass. It's just that… I don't want to ruin my reputation."

Ouch… that hurt.

"I do like you Y/N. I don't care that you like me, or if you're gay. Gay people shouldn't be treated as if they are a deadly disease." You didn't say anything so she went on. "I want us to be friends, until I figure something out. But only if you want to!" She said quickly.

You thought for a moment. "I'd like that Elsa. Oh wait, how did you know that this is where I live?"

Elsa smiled at you. "Y/N, I live down the street from you. Don't you know that? I have parties every once and a while, so I'm kinda surprised you never come… Anyway, so since we're friends now, what do you want to do?"

An idea popped into your head. You walk over to your mini fridge and dig all the way to the back, showing the blonde girl a bottle of whiskey and solo cups. "Let's play Quarters."

Elsa's jaw dropped open, and then she grinned. "Oh, you are bad."

You put two solo cups between you both and gave her a quarter. "You go first."

She aims her coin, and throws it. It bounces against the floor, and lands in your cup.

You stared at her wide-eyed. "Wow, you're good!"

"What? You thought I was a sucker?" She said with fake hurt in her voice. She takes the bottle, and chugs from it.

You smile. "Maybe you are a sucker." You bounce your coin and it landed in her cup. "Bottle please."

This went on until the whole bottle was empty and both of you heavily drunk.

"Sooooo wadda ya wannaaa do noooowww?" You slurred.

Elsa turns to you. "I gooot an ideaaa." She rolls over the bed to your side, and sits on top of you. "Let'sss tryyy thee exerciseee in dat movieee…."

You give her a stupid face. "Whaat movie, Elsie?"

"50 Shades of Grey."

"Those were exercises?" Elsa nodded. "Ohhhhh."

Elsa lowered her lips close to yours. Her breathing made your lips tingle. "Are you ready, Y/N?"

You nodded, ready for anything Elsa was going to do to you. Your hands rise up into the air, "Let's stretch, bitches!" You shouted.

Elsa began to lower her lips closer to yours, but you were rudely interrupted. "Elsa! Are you in there? I've been looking all over for you! Can you please come out please?" Jack's voice bounced all over the room. Elsa fell off the bed, giggling, and walked over, and opened the door. "There you are, babe! Why were you in there?" Jack peered in, but because you were under the blanket, he didn't see you. "Wow, this is a nice room! Anyway, come on Elsa! Some of my friends from Corona High want to meet you!" He grabbed her hand and led her down the hall.

"Mushrooms!" Elsa shouted.

A/N: Yus Elsa. Mushrooms are great. Ok, I'm pretty sure this chapter is really poorly written, I'm sorry, but please bare with me, I'm trying as hard as I can. So this is my 2nd attempt at a modern story, is it bad? If it's really bad, I'll try and rewrite the chapter, or start over for a 3rd time. Still keeping promises for request after Royalty with Royalty tho!