A/N: So I got this new idea and wanted to write it down before I forgot ^^ If any of you are wondering, I'll still be continuing Quirky Romantic Queries about Love, so no worries!
I don't own ROTG or Frozen,
Hope you like this!
Chapter 1
I lose my job
Hate /heɪt/, noun
1. intense dislike. "feelings of hate and revenge"
synonyms: Jackson Overland Frost
"Hey, Elsa!"
I whip my head around at the sound, locking eyes with a familiar face. Astrid Hofferson.
She was pushing her textbooks inside her locker before slamming it shut as she turned around to beam at me. "I'm rushing home today, got to get ready for the street art project this afternoon, you coming?"
She already knew my answer before I shook my head apologetically. She grinned. "See ya!"
I watched her walk away towards the main gate, my best friend of three years. Although we didn't hang out a lot, she almost knew me as well as I knew myself, and knew how to push my buttons or calm me down.
One thing she didn't know.
I was poor.
I huffed at my bangs as I fished out my old, battered handphone to text Rapunzel that I'll be a little late for this evening's shift at the Pancake House. A sad, pathetic place with dim lighting and more often than not, grumpy customers. Just so happened that it offered me a passable salary to help my family a little.
I was staring at the screen loading, waiting for it to confirm that my message was sent. This would probably take an hour. Or two.
I leaned against the lockers when I noticed the crowd was stepping aside, making way for...
Oh, who else was that big-headed.
Jackson Overland Frost walked over with his current, definitely temporary girlfriend by his side, basking in the limelight. She looked happy and totally in love, even knowing that she won't last long, she was still in love. I groaned.
"Conceited manslut." I mumbled as I slammed my locker, walking away from the crowd.
He stopped in his tracks. "Oh, hey! Elsa. How's it going?" He stretched his lips wide apart, his trademark golden boy smile.
"It's as great as it will ever be. As long as you're three miles away from me." I smiled sarcastically and left.
This...imbecile was the one and only person I hated with all my heart. Who picked up girls and flung them away after a week or two, leaving them all teary and broken-hearted. Like what he did to Astrid.
And I will never forgive him.
"Hey, don't be such a bitch, Elsie."
I whipped my head around, giving him my best death glare when all that met me was a blinding flash light. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"And that...is a gem. It's going on Instagram." Jack had that stupid smug look on his face, waving his IPhone at me teasingly. I looked horrendous. Something between the lines of ugly and very ugly.
"Give that back!" He raised an eyebrow and typed something on his phone, eyes glued to the screen, not even sparing a blink at my outrage. His girlfriend giggled.
"Give. That. Back." I stood my ground. If he doesn't hand that device over to me I swear he will be sorry.
The whole school population was probably staring at us right now. It is the only time anyone really looks at me with such enthusiasm.
When I'm fuming.
Not a good idea, guys.
He looked up and smirked. "How about, NO?"
I lunged forward and grabbed his phone but he was quicker, stronger, taller.
Elsa Queen is not giving up. Ever.
The whole thing went by in a blur. I forgot how, but someway I managed to get him down on the ground with a bleeding nose and his phone in my hand.
Too bad it was just all inside my head.
The only thing that happened was his phone somehow got knocked out of his grasp by me and landed not so safely on the ground.
Shoot. Shoot.
I stared helplessly at the cracked smartphone on the floor. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
His face was grim.
"I'll pay you back, really. Just give me a price."
He didn't look too pleased. "Really? Then pay now. I'll go easy on you. One hundred bucks."
The whole population of Overland High stopped and gasped. Like literally.
No one would expect the son of a millionaire who owned this school to be such a stingy...
But It was my fault. It was my fault.
It just occurred to me that unlike most people here, I am not really financially able, and that also excludes me from a proper allowance. My heartbeat raced and my palms started sweating like crazy. I'm so not going to be humiliated in front of the whole population of school. Definitely not in front of him.
He stretched out a hand. "Pay up, Elsa."
I pulled out my wallet. The crumpled notes inside were for my bus fare home and lunch for the rest of the month. I guess I'll go on diet for a while.
I nearly cringed as I pulled out the notes and passed them to him. My hard-earned cash.
As soon as the paper notes touched his bare hand, he burst out laughing. I was horrified.
"To think..hahahah...that Elsa Queen would...hahahhahaahaahhh...fall for that!" He nearly cried while laughing so hard, his whole face a bright red.
I stood there, taking deep breaths of air. Calm down, El. Calm down...
I turned my back and walked away.
"Elsa! Your money..hahaha..."
"Take it." I spat and stalked off, standing straight. He had the good sense to stop laughing.
I heaved a sigh at the long walk ahead of me to the Pancake House.
It's okay. It's a good workout, right?
"What do you mean fired!?" I was thirsty and exhausted and emotionally drained. I did not want to know what was really going to happen.
Rapunzel sat down and shut her eyelids. She sighed. "Elsa, I'm sorry. The decision was final."
"But I work here for a eff-ing living!"
"Elsa, don't swear."
"I'm stressed like crazy, now. How do you want me to react? Burst into song or something?"
"Elsa..." Rapunzel pushed a lock of golden hair behind her ears, her eyes were full of pity. What I hated most. "Elsa, I'm sorry about this. The Pancake House is short on income, we can't afford so many employees. Besides, the manager said you were a great worker, you'd land another better job in no time. That's why he chose to...let you go."
Yeah, right. The manager hates me because I fail to wear a bright cheery smile every single second while a grumpy, impatient, crude, half-drunk person steps into the shop.
But Rapunzel's my friend, she's the only one who knows my secret about my financial issues. And I know for a fact she actually cares about me. I force a smile and sigh.
"It's okay, Punzie. I'll manage. Don't worry about me."
Rapunzel tapped her fingers lightly on the wooden table. "Well, if you're interested, there is this job vacancy as a maid, full-time or part-time. But I know you hate cleaning bathrooms and making beds and stuff. So, you'd probably detest the job. You have to work from after school to nine. It's kind of a long shift if you ask me. So..yeah..."
My ears perked up at the sound of a possible job. "Really?"
Rapunzel looked a little surprised. "Yeah, you interested?"
Was she kidding? As long as there's a job I will do it. I must support my family with at least something with a pay of some sort. "Certainly. You know I must, Punzie."
She grinned, "Alrighty then. Glad I could help you, Elsa."
"Who and where am I working for?"
"About that, I'm not sure. I just overheard from my neighbour. She briefly brought up this rich family who needs maids urgently to keep their mansion in shape. I think they'd pay well, their totally loaded." She smiled.
"Great! When can I start?"
"The job interview is tomorrow morning at eight sharp. If you'd asked me any later, the interview would probably be over by then. You're one lucky girl!" She beamed while getting up to clean away the dishes at the back of the cafe. "I'll text you the address tonight, okay?"
Yes! Finally one thing that went totally right today. I beamed from ear to ear at Rapunzel.
"Thanks so much for everything, Punzie. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Okay, Bye!" She waved as I left the dreaded cafe. Free from that pathetic eatery forever!
Hello, new job. I am going to ace the interview tomorrow. No matter what.
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