Chapter 6
Anna's P.O.V.
Hans took me up in his arms and kissed me. The kiss was hard, I could feel as though it might bruise my lips, but I dare not move. His arms were tight around my waist, hurting my still bruised back. He pulled back, but he was still just inches away.
"I love you." He growled. This behavior was not at all unorthodox but at this very moment it was surprising. His grip around my waist loosened and his lips fell unto my neck.
"I'm coming over after school." He breathed. I began to feel almost uncomfortable.
"Uhm.. what about practice?" I asked. His grip tightened again and his lips moved to my ear.
"I don't care about practice." He stated. "Come with me." He whispered. He wanted to take me somewhere.. private.. this I know for a fact.
"Hans... someone will see! And besides.." I said, trying to loosen his grip, "Class is about to start.."
But of course, my Hans doesn't like to listen. He kept his arm around me and guided me to the double doors. I glanced around to frown an apology to Kristoff.
My face fell as soon as I turned.
Kristoff, one of my best friends, had walked out. Did he leave because of Hans? Oh, man..
I feel really bad now. I didn't even notice him get up. It must have really hurt him, seeing Hans grab me and kiss me that way.
But what am I supposed to do? I'm with Hans, not Kristoff. I know his feelings must have been hurt but what am I to do? With Hans being my boyfriend I can't necessarily push him away.
Well maybe I could. But past experiences have proven that unwise.
"Here we are." He whispered huskily.
I opened my eyes and I tried my best to keep my eye from twitching.
We were in a janitors closet.
Of all places?
I heard a click, and I knew that was him shutting the door. He came behind me and wrapped his arms around me, his right hand stopping at my thigh and his left was curved under my breast.
"I want you." He growled in my neck.
"H-Hans.." I whimpered. I want him to stop. I don't want to do this here. Not in school.
His lips grazed my neck, leaving it flushed. He licked to the bottom of my ear, then kissed back down my neck. He pushed down the fabric over my shoulder and kissed it.
"You drive me crazy, Anna." He said as he continued to kiss me.
"H-how?" I stuttered. I don't know how in anyway I possibly could. Sexy isn't exactly in my vocabulary.
"Just being you."
That one statement, I'll admit, made me melt into him. I let him kiss me. I let him touch me. I even let out unforgivable moans.
By this time, he had my top pulled up and he was kissing my belly. His hands roamed from my curves to my hips. I timidly cradle his face, bringing him up to mine. I bring my lips to his neck, kissing softly.
"Oh.." He moaned.. does that mean I'm doing this right? I hope so. I begin to suck gently at his skin. His hands gripped my hips and he let out a groan. I guess that means I'm doing okay.. So I do what he does to me. I graze my tongue against the part I just sucked and up to his earlobe. He let in a sharp breath.
"Oh, fuck, Ma-..Anna..."
I froze. My whole body went stiff. What the hell was he trying to say?
I felt his body grow cold as well. He didn't say anything else after that, just tried to kiss me again.
I don't want to kiss him. Not after he tried to say her name. I gently push him off and lift myself up. I pull my shirt down and try to walk to the door.
"Anna, stop." He said, grabbing my arm.
"Please.. don't.. just don't touch me right now." I said, trying to pull my arm back, but his grip is too fierce.
"I'm.. I'm.." He stuttered, "I'm sorry okay?" He said, trying to pull me into him.
"No, Hans. I can't. Why would you try to say her name?" I felt like crying, running away, leaving him in this spot.
He didn't answer. The silence in this small room made me even more furious.
"...Is that why you were late coming to lunch?" I asked, already knowing the answer. His eyes fell to the ground.
"Get away from me.." I said all of a sudden, pushing him hard against the racks. I opened the door and ran out.
Down the hall tears stained my cheeks, my face I know was burning from my anger. With a huff, I opened the classroom door.
"Why are you late for class?" The teacher asked. I didn't answer, I just sat down, fidgeting my feet, looking down at my desk.
"Anna, why are you late for class?" The teacher still pestered me even though it was easy to see that I do not feel like talking.
"Answer me!" She yelled. My body just shut down. I bite my lip to suppress myself. This teacher needs to back off before I say something I know I'm going to regret later.
"I'm going to give you one more chance," She started, putting her hands on my desk. She was so close that I could feel her hot breath tickle my face.
Oh, hell no.
"Leave me alone." I said, trying to keep my cool.
"Excuse me? Do you want to get written up?" She threatened.
"Like I said. Leave me alone." I said, leaning against the desk.
"Anna, go to the office. They'll already be ready with a write up and a call home." She said, pointing to the door.
"Gladly." That was the last thing I said before I got up and slammed the door behind me. I knew every other kid in the room were starring at me. As I walked down the hall and down the stairs to the office, I began to wonder why I was so angry.
Oh, yeah. That's right. My boyfriend of three years keeps breaking his promises.
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Elsa's P.O.V.
I sat on my couch and flipped through the tv channels. It's amazing how there's never anything good on when I get to go home early.
Soon I give up and turn it off. I get up and walk into the kitchen, finding something that would make good super tonight. Ah, yes. Pork chops would make a great meal. With mashed potatoes, and sweet peas.
Lost in my thoughts about the meal I would soon create, I almost didn't hear my phone vibrating on the counter. With a sigh, I walked over to it.
Why is Anna's school calling me?
"Hello?" I called out as I set the phone between my ear and shoulder. I walked to the freezer and opened to grab the pork chops.
"Yes.. this is Arendale High school calling to get in touch with Anna's guardian. Is this Elsa?" Asked a women with a shrill voice. I placed the package into the sink and turned on the hot water so they could defrost.
"Yes, this is Elsa." I answered, reaching up to the high cupboard to get to the instant potatoes.
"Oh, good. Well, we're going to need you to come by for a meeting."
I set the box down on the counter in a swift movement.
"And why is that?" I asked, taking the phone and pressing it against my ear. I turned and leaned my back against the counter. What did Anna do that would make them need to call me for a meeting? Anna has never done anything to make herself get in trouble before..
"We believe that Anna has engaged in inappropriate activity, plus skipping class. These are things that we do not take lightly." She answered with a harsh tone, making her shrill voice shake. I let out a sigh of disbelieve.
"And you have proof that she's done this?" I had to ask. This does not sound like Anna at all.
"Ma'am, we advise you just to come by anytime today before school lets out to explain our 'proof' and punishment." Her sarcasm was evident in her voice. Clearly she just needs to prove her point.
"Fine. I'll be there in less than thirty minuets." I hung up. I put the phone in my pocket. I turned back around and cut the sink off. I ran my fingers through my long hair and decided just to leave it down. I walk to my purse and dig through to find my car keys.
Anna better have a good explanation...
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Anna's P.O.V.
I rub my forehead as I slouch in this chair that is just in front of my principal's desk. I'm just ready to go home. I feel drained. Every time I gaze up, he's just sitting there, staring at me. My face, I'm sure, is a very dark shade of red. I heard him let out a heavy sigh and straighten himself out in that big office chair of his.
"This is very unlike you." He stated as he leaned into the desk, intertwining his chubby fingers. I don't answer, I just adverted my gaze to the white, colorless wall. What do they expect me to do? Lie? Protest? Explain myself?
"Your silence is just going to make things worse." He added. I sighed and slowly turned my head to look at his wrinkled features.
"I'd rather talk when my sister gets here." I said with a surprisingly clear tone. I might get in trouble with Elsa. Scratch that, I know I'm in trouble. I'm grounded for sure. Bye-bye cell phone. Dammit, Hans.. Why couldn't he just wait until later?
"They're right in here."
I turned my head to see the women from the front office guiding Elsa to the chair beside me. Elsa turned her head to me as the door shut. I sat up straight and looked down at my knees.
"So," Elsa began, "What did she do? I'd like to hear the whole story." Even though I know she's looking at the principal, I could still feel her eyes bearing into me.
"That's the thing. I don't know the full story. Anna will not talk. But this what we have from the hallway camera footage." He turned the wheels in his chair to show a small television set. He grabbed the remote and pressed a button that played the damned footage.
"It is seen here that this boy, Hans, is pulling her out of the cafeteria to a nearby janitors closet." He said, pointing at the blurred image of me and Hans.
"Anna isn't seen coming out 'til twenty five minuets later. And as you can see, she ran out. And only two minutes later is Hans seen walking out, then leaving the building entirely." He turned off the televison and looked back at us. Elsa was rubbing her temples, I knew she couldn't believe what she just saw.
"There's no couple out there that would stay in a room that long without doing anything." He added bluntly. But then his attitude changed.
"Anna, I am going to ask you this and you must answer honestly." He ordered with a strong tone. I slowly nodded. With a sigh, he ran his hand across his bald head. "Did he.. did he force you? Did he make you do anything you didn't want to? Being the head administrator, I have to know what certain actions mean. And by the way he pulled you and the way you ran, I can only assume that is the case."
I heard Elsa's breath get caught in her throat.
Yes, he did force me into the janitor's closet. Yes, He wanted me to do.. things with him. No, I didn't want to do it in the beginning. Did I ever say no? No, I didn't. I let him do it. So, no matter all the things he's forced me to do, it'd be really stupid to say he forced me this time.. wouldn't it?
"...No... He didn't force me to do anything." I said, almost painfully slow. From the corner of my eye, I could see Elsa literally shaking.
"Alright," He started, turning his head to Elsa's trembling form, "This type of behavior can only be dealt with by one week of suspension. Hans will get the same amount of time. We will not let anything like this ever happen again, are we clear?" He asked, pointing at me with his short, hairy finger.
Yes, it's very clear. This will never, ever happen again.
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Elsa's P.O.V.
The car ride was quiet. An awkward silence. And I am not about to break it.
I wanted Anna to be different. Different than these other girls.
Different than me.
With one hand still on the wheel, I perched my elbow on the door and rested my head with my fingers across my lips. This must be my fault. I should have done better. I should have talked to her, tried better to warn her about the consequences.
But I do know I did the best I could.. She just doesn't understand how lucky she is.. To be able to wait, to be able to choose who she gets to have her first time with. She's taking it all for granted. I can feel more tears about to break free. This pregnancy is really messing with my hormones.
"Just so you know.. I'm still a virgin." Anna said at random, breaking the silence, almost making me stomp on my brakes. My eyes were wide, still on the road. Even though my mind is on the subject, it's still awkward to hear my little sister say such things.
I barely even nod my head, just sigh in response and place both hands back on the wheel with a tight grip.
"Elsa.. I'm sorry. I honestly didn't even want to go in there." She let out, as though stricken by my silence. But, that.. that needed a response.
"Why didn't you just tell the principal that?" I asked, slowly, trying to fix my head around why she wouldn't just tell the truth. "Were you scared?" I prodded, needing answers.
"I didn't tell the principal because I didn't say no to Hans." She said, her voiced lined with annoyance.
"Did he hurt you?..Does he hurt you?" I asked, trying to piece it all together. Her body stiffened, and it took her a few seconds before she finally let out a breath.
"No, Elsa." Anna said, her voice faltering. I looked down and back to the road. One more turn and we'll be home.
"I don't want you seeing him anymore. I know you think you love him, but-"
"You don't know anything, Elsa!"
"I know more than you think, Anna."'
The last thing I heard was a whiny teenaged "Whatever" as I pulled into the driveway.
And I wasn't at all surprised when I saw Hans' car in my driveway and him sitting on my front step.
"Stay in the car." I ordered, unbuckling my seat belt, opening the door harshly and doing just the same by shutting it. My walk wasn't in the least bit calm. He stood up from where he was sitting and just about fell back down when I walked up into his face.
"What were you thinking?" I asked in a harsh tone. When he tried to answer, I threw my hands up.
"You know what? I don't care. All I know is I don't want you seeing Anna anymore." He shot up as the words escaped my lips.
"You don't understand what I feel for her." He.. growled? Did he really, seriously, just make that sound of disrespect towards me?
"Oh, yeah. I know exactly how you feel." I looked up at him, my face inches from his.
"But.. if you feel so strongly.. why did you leave? You're a coward. I don't want you ever talking or seeing Anna again. Matter of fact, I want you off my property." I stopped to let out a breath, only to see Anna rushing behind me.
"Elsa, please.." She whispered, I felt her arms snake around my mine. Her tears were warm against my arm.
"...I told you to stay in the car." I said, almost defeated. But when I looked down at Anna, I saw such an innocent soul. Then, I took a glance up at Hans.
He has no innocence.
"Leave. Now. Or I'm calling the police." Was the last thing I said before I pulled Anna up the stairs, pushing passed Hans.
And the very last thing I hear is the heartbreaking sound of Anna slamming her bedroom door.
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