Hey guys! I know, I know, it's not Tuesday. But you aren't disapointed, right? (: It was a stressful week, so I wrote more. Ironic, huh? Writing this is my decompressor and my break from my extremely hectic schedule. I'm almost done with chapter 4! :D So I give you, Chapter 2! woo!
I still don't own anything. Promise.
Chapter 2: It begins...
Then the sound of clapping interrupts my safe haven.
Elsa sat up startled. Her hands immediately went to her hair, pulling it back into a bun, securing it with an elastic.
"What's the big idea jerk?" she said, obviously pissed. The nerve of him, intruding on her safe haven.
"Relax, honey. I just wanted to see you dance. I told you I was going to stalk you."
She stood up, gathering her stuff, "Well, that doesn't mean you should intrude on my studio time. There is a reason for the red light."
"Hey, I'm sorry. I was really curious. There is no need to be butt-hurt, you are absolutely fantastic."
"That doesn't change what you did."
"Please tell me your name."
Elsa scoffed, "getting desperate now, are we? Well after this little stunt, I don't know if I'll ever tell you, so have a nice life." She brushed past him, the force of her shoulder causing him to take a step back.
Jack could smell her, the enticing scent of vanilla. He stood there stunned until he heard the door slam.
"Damn it!" he bent down and slammed his fist on the ground.
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Elsa stalked into the café, freshly changed, hair back into its braided bun. She was still pissed at the nerve of that Jack Frost boy.
"I hope he dies in a hole . . ." Elsa muttered.
"What was that Sis?" Anna's voice interrupted her thoughts. Elsa looked up startled, seeing the table of her friends and roommates, looking up at her.
Elsa swallowed her anger, putting up a wall, "Nothing! Sorry I'm late." She sat down in the empty seat, seeing that the girls had already ordered her a strawberry lemonade, her favorite!
"What looks good Punzie?" Elsa asked. The girls then erupted in chatter, talking about what they would eat and their days and the plans for this next weekend.
"Come on Elsa, you have to come with us Salsa dancing Friday. Even Merida is going!" Rapunzel begged. "You might even meet a sexy Spaniard to dance with!"
"But you know I don't dance that style, and how I feel about random strangers with their hands on me."
"I know how much you love to learn new styles Elsa, it will be fun!" Rapunzel argued.
"Yeah, Elsa. It will be fun!" a new voice said. Elsa felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around shocked. Jack.
And a bunch of boys behind him. Fantastic.
She looked up at Jack, raising an eyebrow. He was smirking.
He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Nice to meet you, Elsa."
"Kristoff! Hiccup!" Merida shouted, jumping up to greet two of the four boys with a hug.
"Flynn!" shouted the last unknown male. The collective group looked at him funny. "What? Everyone else's name was being shouted and me, being the most devishly handsome, should be included!"
"Cocky bastard" Jack muttered. Elsa giggled, then remembering she was mad at Jack, proceeded to cover her mouth and reshape it into a pout.
"So that blonde is Elsa, the curly red-head must be the Merida Hiccup won't shut up about. Now who are you two lovely ladies?" Flynn asked. Hiccup, much to the amusement of Merida, was blushing furiously.
"I'm Anna, and this is Rapunzel!" Chirped Anna. Flynn grabbed Rapunzel's hand, sweeping it up to his lips, kissed the back, keeping eye contact the entire time.
"Pleasure." Rapunzel smirked sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh no, Blondie. The pleasure is all mine," Flynn said, attempting to win her over with his usual charm.
"Jack, how do you know Elsa?" Kristoff asked. Jack was still standing behind her chair with his hands on the back.
"She is in…" He was rudely interrupted.
"He stalked me to the studio after trying to rudely woo me." Elsa said, her displeasure extremely evident.
Merida gasped, "Oh no . . . No wonder she doesn't like you. No one should ever mess with Elsa's studio time." The other girls nodding in agreement.
"Hey, I was curious. This fiery princess wouldn't tell me her name! Plus it's normal for dancers to want to see what style other's do! She does contemporary, by the way."
"And ballet and lyrical and Broadway." Anna chimed in.
"And Latin if she comes with us Friday night!" Rapunzel added, putting extra emphasis on the last few words and glaring at Elsa.
"Oh, Salsa night at José's on Friday? Funny, I was planning on dragging these fools." Flynn commented.
"So it's a date then? We can meet you girls there!" Jack said, looking down at Elsa. "That is if you think could stand up against me at Latin." He raised his eyebrows, challenging her.
"I can probably dance it better than you, even though I have never before."
"Harsh!" Flynn said, smacking Jack's arm. The rest of the group was laughing at Elsa's and Jack's stare down.
"Deal. Wear something pretty." Jack said, breaking the stare down by smiling and winking at her.
"I always look pretty."
Hiccup, Kristoff, and Flynn laughed, grabbing Jack's arm and dragging him out of the café before Elsa beat him up. Outside, Flynn let go and the boys turned to look at him.
"Dude, you got it bad." Kristoff commented.
"I know . . . . just something about her entices me."
Inside the girls, minus Elsa, were excitedly chattering.
"You showed him!" "Where did you learn to talk like that?" "I didn't know you had that in you!"
"He was bugging me."
"You so are attracted to him!" Punzie said.
"It's love!" Anna added, squealing in excitement.
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Jack lay on his bed, facing the celling, tossing a ball up and down. He couldn't get this girl out of his head. He ran his hands through his already messed bleach blonde, almost white hair. No girl has every stood up to him like that! Most girls are putty in his hands, susceptible to his flawless looks and witty charm. But Elsa? She seemed to rip him apart, and throw him to the wolves! Jack groaned in frustration. The worst part? He liked it. He likes that she gives him a run for his money and shuts him down. He enjoys the chase.
Jack turned, jumping off his bed and taking giant steps across his room to the door. Slipping into the hallway, he walks down to the living room, where the rest of the guys are playing Halo four on the big flat screen.
"I don't know what to do."
"About the Elsa chick? Easy, woo her salsa dancing, take her home, bang the brains outta her!" Flynn answered, not looking up from the game.
Kristoff scoffed, "That is what you wanna do with every chick Flynn. If Jack wanted just mindless sex, he wouldn't be asking us what to do."
"You've got it bad," Hiccup said, looking up at Jack.
"Just don't start talking about Elsa the way Hiccup talks about Merida, its unmanly," Flynn laughed.
Hiccup blushed, "But she is so pretty and I just can't help myself!" The guys laughed at his plight.
"We have another issue guys, I can't salsa dance. And I challenged her…" Jack groaned.
"Good thing you know someone who does!" Flynn said, pausing the game and putting his hands behind his head, smirking.
"I do?"
"Yea, you fool. Me."
"Since when do you dance!"
"Hey, I was in that dumb orphanage with a bunch of Mexicans! They taught me a thing or two. Especially those older girls . . ." Flynn waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You any good?"
"Better than you are. And we have youtube as well. Works wonders!"
"I know some too. Astrid was really liked it." Hiccup chimed in.
"Oh no, not her again. Go get the tissues Kristoff." Flynn said, placing a hand on Hiccup's back.
"I'm fine! I'm over her!"
The other three boys looked at Hiccup with their eyebrows raised, trying to see if he was telling the truth. Fortunately, Hiccup seemed like he was going to be alright.
"Crisis averted. You know, José and I are close. Maybe I could get him to give us a lesson beforehand…" Flynn suggested.
"Done. Call him now!"
Flynn got on the phone, while Hiccup, Kristoff, and Jack talked about the group of girls.
"Yeah, Merida is a Music Major like Kristoff and I. She plays trombone, so when I stand behind her playing the snare, I get to bug her!"
Hiccup was a Percussionist, and a good one at that. Unfortunately, his dad wants him to be a tuba player. Hiccup wasn't super fantastic at that, and seemed to have a natural talent playing Percussion. He had been playing since Junior High and his dad seems to have accepted it now that Hiccup is attending DDW for Percussion.
Kristoff, on the other hand, was a fantastic Tuba player. As a junior, he managed to become primary and sit as the first Tuba, even though the competition was competitive. There were many other seniors who had been going for that spot. Quiet and compassionate, he leads the section well, even though he is not much of a people person. He got to know Merida through the different sectionals and a couple brass quintets they have been in together. He introduced her to Hiccup, and the three became fast friends.
"You say Elsa is a dancer? I wonder what the other two girls do." Kristoff inquired.
"I've seen them both around the drama department, but I don't have any classes with them, so they must be Freshman" Flynn chimed in, snapping his phone shut. "We have private lessons tonight at 7:00PM fellas. We are gonna rock the socks of those girls this weekend!"
Flynn Rider was a Drama major, which fits his cocky personality perfectly. He wanted to be a movie star, saying that it was because he gets all the babes. As a Junior and almost through all his training, he was talented and had been called by many different talent agents.
"Sounds perfect. I have crew practice from 4:00-6:00pm, so I will see you guys for dinner and then we can go!" Jack said, rising to gather his stuff. Jack was the leader of the competitive dance crew at DDW. The elite team of fifteen dancers choreographed their own dance numbers to modern music, and then competed against dance crews from other Fine Arts Academies across the Globe. They usually did Hip-Hop, Jack's favorite and specialty, but it was normal for groups to bring in styles that they were learning in class. A lot of crews had collaborative styles influenced by Contemporary, some Latin, sometimes even Broadway! It was fun, and Jack's passion.
"See you at seven, nerd!" Shouted Flynn to Jack's back. Jack could hear the sounds of gunshots and the guys' excited voices as their game resumed.
Jack wandered to the Dance building, lost in thought of what this season would be like. His crew was stacked, and they were learning fast and dancing with passion. Jack was super excited, they might have a chance to win this year!
He traveled down to the basement of the dance building, going to the door to the basement studio, the biggest and most secluded.
He pushed open the door, hearing the strains of music.
I know, I just posted chapter 2, right as I am finishing up chapter 4. All the taunting! You see, if I don't work ahead, you will all hate me those weeks I am so busy I can't even breath. So it's good. That way even if I don't have time to write, I can still post! Your welcome. (:
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