[ Jack ]
My quiet demeanor is something new. Usually, I'll chat with the person I'm with while we're walking to class, but my actions earlier made me wonder and question if I did all those because I had to, or because I simply wanted to. Something about the way she looked at me, talked to me, and reacted to my every gesture made my heart beat faster than how it normally does. This is a feeling I only felt once in my whole eternal life; when I danced with Princess that night.
A while ago, Elsa and I were rehearsing, under peer pressure, the most romantic scene from Romeo and Juliet. At first, I thought I'd just wing it out and let out my best serious tone to make it look good in front of my friends, and to my partner as well. I am quite familiar with this scene, perhaps it's because of the repetitive showing of it during English class in the past years. Reciting some of the lines is just a piece of cake, hence the glancing. When we got deeper into the entire thing, I suddenly felt the urge to take it a step further and actually touch Elsa. When I did, I felt sparks of familiarity and slight remembrance of something from the past. A flashback of sparkling blue eyes and beautiful smile made me inspired to do my best. Elsa's eyes just seemed way too familiar now. The almost kiss felt like déjà vu and something that should've been done before. Her lips...
Somehow, the more I spend time with her, the more I grow into being with her and...liking her. It's like none of the immature occurrence in the past never even happened, all the anger and despise diminished and is replaced with something completely opposite. Elsa reminds me a lot of Princess. Her looks, her mannerism, her voice and choice of words...everything!
What if Elsa is my Princess?
"Jack!"
"Uhh, what?" I shook my head to clear my vision and to break my train of thoughts.
"Are you alright? You just completely stared in the distance" I heard her voice again.
"Oh, sorry" I blushed slightly. "That's me when I'm in deep thought." I looked down at her.
"I see..." Elsa bit her lip. "Sorry if I interrupted you then."
"No, no, it's alright!" I sheepishly grinned. "I mean- you had to! Look" I gestured to the door of the Math room as we finally arrived. Hiccup and Astrid went in first, separating their connected hands as they did.
"Sit by me, okay?" I didn't even realized my choice of words before I spoke them out.
Dammit Jack!
"Yeah, sure!" Elsa smiled. I was about to add and reason out that she has to because of her Mojo problem, but before I can, she completely cut me off and took me by surprise. I smiled back at her and let her go in the room first. I closed the door behind us and sat at the chairs behind Hiccup and Astrid. I let our backpacks stay in my chair, resting behind me, so she won't have to move her bad arm.
I leaned back on my seat comfortably. My legs stretched out under Astrid's chair, who is sitting in front of me, and my hands went behind my head. "Hey, Jack?" Elsa suddenly called out.
I turned and faced her, "Yeah?"
"Thanks again" she smiled and tucked a stray hair strand behind her ear.
"Always welcome" I bowed my head and ended up chuckling softly at the gesture.
She giggled and straightened up in her seat.
Our teacher came in the front door and walked on the platform, placing his bag and laptop on top of the desk. We all hushed and paid attention to the mid-40's man. He put his glasses on, removed any wrinkles from his polo before he clasped his hands together. "Class, this week we'll talk about-" the opening of the door abruptly interrupted him. Mr. B groaned and turned to the direction of the door, only to be greeted by Chris Gregory.
Chris was a transferee last year. He's quite noticeable because of the all black ensemble. He's not an emo or a Goth, he just thinks black is the classiest color there is- that's what Merida said. He plays for the soccer team and according to some, he's pretty good. I watched a game of theirs before and I must say, I'm impressed with his tactic. I never spoke to him before but to me, he looks very mysterious. Whenever I see him, he's always alone and occupied with his music but there are some times when he's accompanied by a Mojo- Jenna, to be exact. Interesting indeed, but not quite to the extent where I wanna know more.
"Sorry I'm late, Sir" he scratched the back of his head awkwardly.
"Ahh, still the same as last year eh Mr. Gregory?" Mr. B crossed his arms and looked at him accusingly. "I guess what they say is right: 'People don't really change'."
Chris nodded in agreement, "I guess so"
"Just take a seat" Mr. B dismissed him and gestured to a vacant seat in the back.
Chris hurriedly went to the row behind us and sat on the chair directly behind Elsa. I heard the girl behind me giggle in excitement. Hmm, maybe she's thrilled to have him there. Chris is sort of good looking for a boy his age, but the way he always looks very disorganized with himself is probably a turn off. But who am I to judge? I don't know him and I don't know what girls have to say about him.
"Psst, hey" Chris whispered.
Through my peripheral vision, I saw Elsa glance behind her. She smiled, "Hi Chris"
They know each other?! What the f-
"Ahh, so you still remember me" Chris chuckled softly.
"How could I forget the nice guy who showed me around during the first day?" she said sarcastically. "Besides, you're hard to miss Headphone Guy" Elsa added.
Okay, is she seriously FLIRTING with Chris Gregory?!
Mr. B was in the middle of setting up his visual aids; his laptop and projector. Everyone took advantage of the time and chat with their seat mates while I perked up my sense of hearing and focused on these two's conversation. "How's life so far?" Chris asked.
"It's been better, Thank You for asking" Elsa responded politely.
Chris straightened up a bit, "What happened to your arm?" he looked over at the bandage on Elsa's forearm that has two small streaks of blood in it.
"Crap! Umm...Jack?" I immediately faced her with a puzzled face, not letting my 'I'm-in-deep-thoughts' facade fade away, "Can I have my bag, please?"
"Uhh, sure" I grabbed her backpack from behind me and zipped it open for her. She let her good arm get in the open bag and then take her blazer out. She only draped it over her shoulders, just enough to obscure her wound from view. "Thanks Jack" she smiled at me and turned her attention back to Chris. Damn.
"It was just an...accident" Elsa answered his question.
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Why do I feel unconvinced?"
"What? I just got a little clumsy earlier" Elsa shrugged.
"And one more thing..." Chris got closer to Elsa, near her ear. Even though he'll whisper silently, I'll still be able to hear because of my stronger than normal senses. "Why are you with Jack?"
His question made my blood boil instantly. Yes, it's a shock to see a display of friendship between two people who's supposed to show abhorrence to each other. Haven't they ever heard of forgiveness? Or maybe even a forgotten misunderstanding?! I closed my mouth, to prevent from speaking up and blow my cover, and closed Elsa's bag instead. I placed it behind me and looked straight at the board, gritting my teeth in secret.
Hiccup and Astrid suddenly turned around, the loud and abrupt noise I must've caused made them look at me. "Something wrong?" Astrid whispered.
"Nothing" I said in an irritated tone.
Hiccup raised an eyebrow at me then he glanced over at Elsa, who's still talking to the damn soccer player. He looked at me again with a smirk, "I see..."
"What?!" I exclaimed silently. I crossed my arms and looked at him straight in the eye, "Hiccup, no"
"Hey, I wasn't saying anything" he held his hands up, as if he surrenders.
I groaned, "Hiccup, can you not? I know what you're thinking and it's a no" I defended.
"Like I said, I didn't say anything" Hiccup smirked teasingly.
"What are you guys talking about?" Astrid raised an eyebrow, her gaze fixing on both Hiccup and I. "Can one of you at least fill me in and talk English?"
"Oh, it's nothing milady. But I think my best friend is sick with 'Jealousy' at the moment"
Astrid's dark sapphire eyes widened in realization. She looked at Elsa, who's still happily chatting with her back-mate. Oh goodie. Astrid giggled and smiled at me, "Thought you don't like her, hmm?"
"I DON'T!"
Mr. B suddenly turned around and stared at me, "You don't what, Mr. Frost?" he crossed his arms and looked at me sternly. The whole class became quiet and looked at my direction.
"Uh, umm" I blushed in embarrassment. I should hit myself for yelling. "I don't want a-
"He doesn't want us to give him a party, Sir" Hiccup cut in, saving my butt from detention.
"Oh?" Mr. B's look softened, "What's the occasion?"
"His birthday's coming up in a couple weeks" Astrid turned and faced him with a bright smile. With that being pointed out, the class started embarrassing me further by singing the Birthday Song.
Now that they said it, it is coming up. To them, I'll be turning 17, but in reality I'll be 319 years old. I can't believe I forgot about it and my peers are the ones who have to remind me. These teenage issues going around really kept my brain occupied, not to mention the play and my return to Basketball practice next week. Boy, I sure am as busy as a student just as I was when I was merely a Guardian bringing snow everywhere.
"Advanced Mr. Frost" my teacher said before he turned back around to continue setting up the equipments.
I sighed in relief. "You can thank us later" Astrid winked at me.
"How about now? Thanks Hiccstrid" I chuckled softly.
I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned and saw Elsa looking at me. She and Chris finally stopped talking, he just sat on his chair and doodled on his notebook. Finally! Her attention's on me. Wait, what?! "Birthday boy, huh?" she giggled softly.
I smiled bashfully and a swift, awkward brush on my hair followed. "I actually forgot" I shrugged and blushed a bit. Who in the world would forget about their birthday? Oh! That's right, me, the one and only, Jack Frost. And I'm not afraid to admit it.
"Hmm...do I have to give you anything?" Elsa teased.
"Nah, don't mind me"
"Sure?" she leaned forward and smiled.
"Heh, yeah"
Mr. B cleared his throat loudly and in that moment, all heads turned to the board. He took out a retractable metal stick and started pointing to different triangles marked with angles projected on the white board, short for Trigonometry. I took the liberty to take Elsa's notebook from her bag and give it to her. I groaned silently, preparing for the impending hardship, and rested my face on top of my desk. My eyes focused on Sir, but my brain was elsewhere. This is going to be a long class.
Almost everybody always wants, and desperately needs, to get out of their Math class because of the brutality of...everything; I feel like that all the time. But today, inexplicably enough, my urge to get out of here seemed stronger. I felt one heck of a negative energy sparking inside of me, ready to burst out like a cyclone of snow. I don't know what it was that triggered my bad mood..okay, maybe I do, but I just don't -and can't- admit it...yet? Nope, never.
I told myself before, and I'm gonna have to constantly do it now if I keep having these foreign feelings, that I can't possibly be enamored with and by a mortal. Especially if that certain mortal is someone I didn't meet in a proper way.
Mr. B said we're gonna have to help one another if we want to fully understand the lesson, a work assigned for an individual will only result into low grades, and if not, cheating. So he told us to pair up because the seat work will be a 'take-dorm-assignment' instead since it's pretty obvious that no one can finish it right now. Everyone had a hard time comprehending the lesson today, even Hiccup! I know, I cannot believe it either! I was about to ask Elsa to be my partner when Mr. I-Can-Kick-Balls beat me to it. Pfft.
"Elsa! Partners?" Chris gladly asked, leaning forward to get closer to her. Elsa turned and nodded at him, smiling brightly.
All of a sudden, I felt invisible, like how I really was to the world before. Funny, I never felt like this before until now. You can do this, Jack. You're Mr. Popular! Someone will ask you to be their partner, you're not the one who'll ask someone.
"Jacky boy!" a large hand held my shoulder. I turned, hugging two backpacks to my chest, and saw my teammate smiling widely at me.
"Kris!" I stood up and high-fived him. "Didn't know we had the same class!"
"I know, neither did I! Boy, am I glad to catch a glimpse of your white hair earlier!" He chuckled.
"Where were you seated anyway?" I looked at the back and tried to spot a vacant chair.
"I was in the very back. Cons of being too tall" he smirked.
I laughed softly, "No one will really mind if you sat in front, man"
"Oh you bet, someone will. I sat in the middle of French Class and everyone kept telling me to duck cause they can't see the board!"
I laughed again, "I stand corrected"
"Anyway, you have a partner yet or..?" he looked over at Elsa, eying her suspiciously. Luckily, she was writing down notes so she didn't notice. "Isn't she..?" Kristoff gestured his thumb over to her and looked at me in complete confusion.
"Yeah" I whispered to him. He gave me that look again. "I'll explain later" I pursed my lips together. I looked down at Elsa, "Hey" I took the sky blue backpack and handed it over to her. Seeing that she found a new buddy, I'm guessing she doesn't need my 'assistance' anymore.
She looked up and grabbed it with her good arm, "Thanks" she smiled. She glanced at Kristoff then back at me, "Leaving?" she said with the slightest hint of disappointment, if I heard it right.
I nodded and waved at her before I playfully pushed Kristoff towards the back. "Prince, start explaining yourself" Kristoff demanded mockingly.
I sat him down on his chair, his expression still bore puzzlement. I grabbed a random chair and set it near his before I sat down on it. "Ahh, so this is the view from here" I smirked and placed my hands behind my head while I leaned my back on the chair. This part of the room is 'bird's eye view', only not from high above. I saw assortments of hair and body type. From here, you can pretty much see everything, even the ones who are leaning close so they can talk without disrupting the teacher.
"So? I'm waiting" Kristoff snickered and crossed his arms.
"I sort of warmed up to her without even realizing it" I shrugged.
"What made you two...close?" he asked.
"Hasn't Anna told you anything?" I looked at him with a puzzled expression. They're boyfriend and girlfriend, I assumed that if their relationship is just as close knitted as Hiccup and Astrid's then Anna must've at least mentioned something to him even if Kristoff isn't a Big Five; just like Astrid. But then again, how can I argue? Everything just happened too quickly, I don't think my clique is as updated about the whole situation as they were on the day before classes started. I had to keep in mind that it's only been a day. It's only Day 2 and it's already drama-packed.
"She did say something about patching things up between you two" he nodded his head over at Elsa's direction.
"That's it?"
"Yeah. I guess it's another plan of the Big Five, eh?"
"Not really. The plan was to keep her close to us-
"Which is what you're doing" Kristoff interrupted. He played with his fingers and suddenly looked up, having an epiphany. "Unless..."
"Unless?" I bit my lip.
"Unless befriending her is your choice, and not part of the plan." he said.
What he said suddenly hit me. He's right. I told my closest friends before that I'm only going to keep a close eye on her since we have the exact same schedule, establishing a friendship isn't a part of the plan, nor is it optional. Now, I'm not sure if I did what I did because I really wanted to, or because my friends wanted me to in the first place. Either way, due to recent happenings, I like the idea of us being friends so it doesn't really matter what or who caused my move now does it? Just the memory of Elsa getting hurt by Olivia still scarred me. I saw Olivia, the Mojos in general, bully other kids and put a stop to it, but no incident from the past affected me the way how Elsa's accident did. I felt extreme pity and sadness, knowing that people really are capable of hurting their fellow. Maybe that's the turning point for me to do the 'never'.
Elsa. Ugh, she's really confusing my brain...I'm not positive on how I really see her. Friend of my friends? Acquaintance? My friend? Or a cru- no! The irritation and anger that used to cloud my vision whenever I see her vanished into thin air in a snap. All that had happened in the past, I'm the one to be blamed. Yes, now I'm taking the fault and admitting it, unlike before where I still had the guts to blame her.
Other than that, only in her presence do I feel any sort of resemblance and witness a sudden flashback of that wonderful night with my Princess. It still baffles me how she is the only person I experience that nostalgic moment with. How come? I don't know anymore. Maybe she was at Punzie's party and she is that girl. I feel like I should talk to Hiccup and Astrid about this. They're my best friends and the most broad-minded people here who may always tease me, but never let me down. Besides, they were the ones I was with during Punzie's party. I'm a little afraid that talking to them now about this topic will make me look like a hypocrite, especially after that little statement I made about how I hate girls so much.
Gah, why did I even say such thing?! I'm a guy, and a Guardian, but that doesn't make me immune to human attraction! Now, I definitely have a whole new perspective about this opposite gender communication thing, great. This may very well be a possible weakness to me, but the latter is something that only I should know of...for now.