Elsa was standing by the mirror, looking shocked. I could tell she had basically removed all of her makeup, causing her to look completely normal. Well normal except for the hair. I don't know how she did it, but somehow once she took it out of the braid it like exploded or something. I laughed a little.
"What?" Elsa asked attempting to smoothen down her hair.
"How can someone mess their hair up that much, yet still undeniably be the prettiest person ever to walk the Earth?" I asked, receiving a small chuckle from Elsa.
"Well your hair isn't perfect either" Elsa argued, still trying to fix hers, and completely ignoring the compliment part of what I said.
I looked in the mirror, and realized I had to agree with her on this one. I ran my hands through my hair, and it went perfectly back into place.
"Better?" I asked.
Elsa rolled her eyes. "That is so unfair" she commented.
"Well actually you could cut your hair the same way as mine⦠so it is fair" I argued.
"Yeah, but it wouldn't look good on me" Elsa explained.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't even think it's possible for something not to look good on you."
"Stop" Elsa pouted. "You know we aren't dating anymore?"
Elsa said it like a question, but it felt more like statement. The kind of statement that breaks your heart. Of course I realized she wouldn't want to date me anymore but...but hearing it made is so official. My first ever girlfriend just broke up with me.
"I know" I responded. "I'm going to go back to my hometown. I'll explain this whole mess to my mom, who will probably kill me."
" I want you to stay" Elsa admitted weakly.
My heart did a little leap inside my chest. "Really?" I asked, astonished.
"I don't want to want you to stay" Elsa said."but I do."
"How about we take a little road trip?" I asked randomly.
Elsa gave me a weird expression. "Jack it's the start of the school year" Elsa testified. "And there is the fact we just broke up after your complete betrayal."
"I know" I admitted. "Let me make it up to you...we could do it this weekend."
"Jack...I" Elsa sighed. "Jack I can't."
"Come on Els" l pleaded.
Elsa shook her head "no" she said once more. "I really can't this weekend, but maybe in a few weeks if things are going alright. Right now, the last thing I want to do is spend hours alone with you."
I felt my heart shatter, but I knew Elsa must be feeling worse.
"I should have told you" I said. "I was going to, that night at the look out, but I just couldn't. I didn't want to break your heart out of fear you would break mine in return. I was selfish Elsa, and I really am very sorry."
Elsa glanced down at her teal watch. "Well I should probably get going, see you later Jack" Elsa said as she headed out of bedroom door so casually.
My head immediately tried to process everything. I've broken Elsa's heart, and while she surprisingly doesn't hate me, she doesn't love me either. And then there is Hans. I swear if he ever gets out of prison, then I'll take his spot for a murder.
Elsa's POV
I drove home as fast as I could, and ran into my room, slamming the door. I just laid there, on my bed, sobbing uncontrollably.
WHY? The same word I had been thinking ever since the truth came out. Jack was being paid to talk to me. Maybe I could have handled this all better if he had told me the truth at the lookout. It would be easier to eventually forgive him.
I slammed my head over and over on a textbook, finally understanding how Dobby must feel.
"Elsa" a soft whisper came from outside my door. I did not reply.
"Elsa I know you're in there" the voice came again.
"Go away Anna" I mumbled.
"I'm right out here for you, just let me in" Anna said.
I slowly approached the door and opened it. Anna gasped at the sight of me.
"What happened?" Anna asked.
"Jack happened" I replied.
"What, but aren't you two dating" Anna asked.
"I broke up with him" I explained.
Anna then scanned my room. "Your stuff is back" Anna stated.
"Yep" I replied with no emotion. "Jack and I put it all back up last night."
"So...why did you break up with him?" Anna asked. I groaned and sat down on me bed once again.
"I don't really feel it anymore" I lied.
"Come on sis, we both know that isn't true" Anna explained. "You are completely head over heels in love with him."
"You're right" I admitted softly. "Pitch is Hans older brother, and he has been paying Jack to talk to me this whole time."
"WHAT! No, Jack wouldn't" Anna said. "Jack loves you, I can tell."
I forced back the tears threatening to fall. "Jack tried to give the money back, when he didn't think I was listening." I said. "And apparently Jack also told Pitch that I didn't deserve this, and has been trying to talk Pitch out of it."
Anna shook her head. "None of this makes any sense" Anna said with frustration. "I mean sure you broke up with Hans, but that is no reason for Pitch to set this all up."
I groaned again, tears still threatening to fall. "Hans is in jail" I said bluntly.
"What?" Anna asked, more in confusion than concern.
"Pitch thought Hans was so heartbroken over me, that I was to blame for the stupid stuff he did" I explained.
"Did you forgive Jack?" Anna asked.
I shrugged. "I...maybe" I said. "I told him I wanted him to stay, and he agreed."
Anna seemed at a loss of words. We sat there in silence for what felt like forever.
"Describe Jack" Anna said randomly.
"Describe Jack?" I asked.
"Tell me what he's like" Anna said. "Trust me on this."
"OK fine" I said giving in. "Well throughout the short time I've known Jack, he has been very funny, witty, sympathetic, charming, adventitious, affectionate, generous, caring, cunning, relatableā¦" I was suddenly lost in thought, the past event being forgotten. "and the cutest idiot I've ever had the pleasure of meeting."
"You really are in love" Anna said. "And you didn't even have as many nice adjectives to describe Hans. Jack is a keeper."
I looked at her in complete disbelief. "So should I just forgive him for coming here to betray me" I asked, my anger having returned. "Anna he's a jerk, who is too likable for his own good."
"I just recommend you give him a second chance" Anna explained, and with that she left.
