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A week and a half before suspension. Lunch.

"Here, Anna. Try this!" Olaf chirped happily as he already began shoving what appeared to be the last bite of his churro into my already filled mouth.

"Ola-mmph-!" I tried to protest when I felt all the food hit the back of my throat. It made me immediately slap his hand away lest I gag and lose the first of the lunch I'd just ate. Idiot!

"Hey, weirdos. What exactly are you two doing?" Kida appeared out of nowhere and asked after placing her lunch next to mine.

"Why, we're having dessert first of course!" Olaf beamed at her and then moved over so Kristoff could join him on his side.

"Yeah. While y'all are having a dandy ole lunch without a care in the world, Kida and I have been put to work like you wouldn't believe. All morning." Kristoff said grumpily while rolling his thick neck.

"Aww...do we need to call the wah-mbulance?" I joked once I was able to safely swallow the food in my mouth. He glared at me, but said nothing more and instead, dug into his lunch.

"For him maybe." Kida smirked, picking a cucumber from Kristoff's tray and ignored his mutterings about doing twice the work because she was too busy ordering him around alongside Ms. Mode. "Anyway, how confident are you about the play, O?" She inquired as she leaned forward to place her chin in her palm.

"I am super, ultra excited for it!" Olaf grinned like a maniac, pumping his fist in the air before pointing at Kida and Kristoff. "I've been practicing my lines forever now, Ms. Mode is just awesome at her job and you two are helping me like crazy on and off set." After giving them pats, he turned back to me. "And you, my dear friend, have been nothing but supportive of me from the start." Olaf reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly. "Without you, I don't think I would have first tried out for anything play-related and now I love it!" His smile showed off all three of his dimples, making me return my own warm smile at him. Sheesh. "Now, I actually think I wanna go to school for performing arts after I graduate."

"You mean, theater smart one?" Kida snickered, earning a light tap to the side of her head from Kristoff.

I laughed somewhat self-consciously and attempted to wave him off. "O-oh stop, you loveable dork." Seriously, all I did was tell him to go for it and that if anyone tried to tease him about it, I wouldn't hesitate to kick their butt. Kristoff had agreed with me straightway, but I didn't know why he was being so deliberate to me in particular at the moment.

"Well, we got front row seats if anything." Kida smirked at him and then us. "Compliments of all of our contributions- shut up Toffy, I helped just as much as you did." She directed a pointed look at him, before smoothing it over with a sweet smile. "Either way, I can't wait!"

They all cheered and went around the table giving high-fives. But before I could get too emotional or excitedly jump around to noogie the smallest member of our group, I noticed a flash of red in the corner of my eye. All the way across the quad, I saw Ariel Simmons waving off her main gaggle of friends and walking through the gates, leaving campus for lunch. Alone. Perfect.

It was at times just like this exact one that Fallon told me the snooty redhead snuck off to go see her for a private lunch date. It was pretty messed up since Ariel secretly wooed Fallon outside of school, but then publicly humiliated her to save face infront of the student body. It was utterly confusing and I'd specifically asked Fallon why did she allow Simmons to continue treating her like that and she hesitantly responded that she wasn't sure.

It pissed me off like no other because Ariel was ultimately damaging poor Fallon and the smaller girl didn't seem to want to mind a poisonous relationship like that.

"Hey, I gotta gay." I stood up in a daze before my eyes widened in realization. "Go. I gotta go. I forgot something at home."

Olaf, Kida and Kristoff waved me away and continued talking animatedly while I left my lunch there and sprinted off to catch up to the other redhead.

We ended up at a hole-in-the-wall, dingy-looking café called the Class Act.

"I knew you'd join me for a date eventually." Ariel smirked like she knew what I was all about, making me fight off the urge to gag in disgust. She doesn't waste time, does she? "But why today, might I ask? I'm supposed to be meeting someone else here." She added while picking at her freshly manicured nails.

"Would that happen to be a certain girl named Fallon McKinley?" I asked slyly, steepling my fingers infront of me questioningly. Her crystal blue eyes flashed with panic, but she hastily played it off by grinning at me.

"Who?"

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Oh, give it up already! You know who she is." Leaning forward, I placed my arms on the table under me. "I know all about you two."

"Whatever." She huffed, crossing own her arms and looking away from me.

"Actually, I know something you, yourself are too afraid to admit." I added quietly. At first, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go through with calling her out, but now that she was giving me that same impossible attitude, I flexed my jaw in finality.

"Yeah? And what's that?" Hard eyes crashed into mine.

"That you're as straight as a boiled noodle."

She suddenly glared venomously at me. "Who told you that?"

"No one had to tell me, genius." I replied sassily. "First of all: I saw you shamelessly checking Fallon out while she bent over to get a drink of water the other day." I could see her turning the slightest bit uncomfortable at getting caught so easily, but she managed to get ahold of her emotions just as quickly. "You really got to reel in your leering." Came my added haphazard warning.

"I was only seeing what kind of jeans she was wearing. Sue me." Ariel scoffed, trying to play it off still.

"Uh huh." I nodded unconvincingly before sucking on my incisor. "Like that's any better, considering all students at Arendelle High don't even wear jeans." I waved her off, trying not to out right laugh at her because I did the exact same thing all the time. "Secondly, as I stated before, I know about you and Fallon."

"You have no evidence." She snapped.

"And you need to stop messing with her head." I shot back. "Can't you see what you're doing to her self-esteem? Now she's going to think it's okay to run around on her partner. To cheat like it's not a bad thing." I narrowed my eyes dangerously at her. "You're emotionally abusing Fallon with this stupid garbage and you know it."

"I am not cheating on Eric with her, you little-" Ariel began to lift herself over the table to get right back in my face. I kept her steely gaze on lock as well.

"Anna?" We both looked up to see the very person we were talking about. Fallon looked from me to her and then back to me in question. "And Ariel? What-"

"Hi! Fallon." I smiled sweetly at her, quickly standing up and offering my seat before turning back to full-on glare at Ariel. "Remember what I said, Simmons." Leaning in, I whispered harshly. "I won't hesitate to bring you down a peg or two if you don't cut it out soon."

"Bring it on, Crescent." She sneered.

Present. Back at Elsa's.

The elevator doors opened straight into a loft apartment and I felt my jaw drop open in suprise.

"Whoa..." I breathed.

Elsa let out a soft shy giggle before taking my hand and leading me further into the wide open living space. The parquet floor was littered with several expensive looking black and dark blue rugs. The walls were as white as snow and man there was so much of it that I feared I would need to wear sunglasses...and completely stay right in the middle of the floor so I wouldn't stain any of them with a simple touch. Holy cow! Off to the side, there was a couple of giant bay windows overlooking downtown that were next to a glass-railed wall staircase that lead to an upper level where I could see a full bookshelf in the corner. Not only that, but there was a desk and chair there and even another shorter staircase that lead to a higher space. Bedroom? Bed?

Bringing my eyes back down to the lower levels, I made note of a four person dining table with a pretty kitchen sitting directly behind it. Off to the side, there was a hallway that let out into a closed door. I swear the entire place didn't even need lights! There was also an elegant looking black couch sitting across from a forty-inch flat screen TV in the middle of the wide space covered with movies, an xbox, a PS3, and even a Wii! Actually, there was so much more added to the rest of the entertainment center that it definitely put mine to shame. Infront of that, sat a pristine white coffee table with drawers, complete with real flowers. Just...wow! The wide expanse of fabulousness was all so much to take in that I felt like I needed to sit down lest I forget how to breathe.

"You live here?" I asked blankly when Elsa shuffled her feet semi-awkwardly next to me. I didn't even know how long I'd been staring, but I just knew that I'd never seen anything like it before.

"Yeah. I decided to stay with my mom and since she didn't want to stay at our old house, she got this one." She answered quietly.

"Is she, like, a home decor person?" I had to ask after gawking at everything once again.

"No. It's more of a hobby for her, I guess."

Her slightly strained tone of voice quickly made me snap out of it. Just from glancing at my companion, I could see that she was as nervous as I was awe-struck at their gorgeous loft. So with a crooked grin, I turned back to her. "Well, are we just going to stand here like a couple of awkward fools or do I get a personal tour of the beautiful student council president's living quaters? I'm fine with either." I joked.

Elsa finally let out a breathy chuckle before taking a deep breath. "W-would you like something to drink?"

Rolling my eyes, I brought my hands up to smooth along the sleeves of her soft white jacket. I hadn't even noticed she was wearing my beanie until then. Even after all that? Argh! Right then and there I decided that it was completely stupid of me to try to let her go. How could I think things like that now?

"You don't have to be scared, Miss Mariani." I whispered soothingly. "It's just me."

"I'm not scared." She defended. "I just- you just make me so nervous, Anna." Elsa bit into her lip and looked away shyly. It was quite endearing to see her so out of character, but I liked her all the more for it.

"Well then, let's make you un-nervous." I suggested with a stupid grin on my face. "Barbie."

Before she could scoff, or get mad at me, I took her hands and began walking backwards with my eyes never leaving hers. "Nice beanie." I commented and smirked knowingly, making a sweet little flush tint her cheeks as she took a hand back to adjust it.

"I-I forgot to give it back." She stammered like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

So cute! "You simply forgot? Or do you mean you just didn't want to?" I asked smugly.

Smack! I immediately twitched away from her with a bark of laughter at the unsuspecting slap to my shoulder. That skin-on-skin contact was an unhelpful reminder that I still didn't have my jacket, let alone a phone. But I didn't particularly care in the next second. "There, see? Was that so hard?" Again, I asked with a calming smile.

"It was." Elsa stopped walking and instead, pulled me back into her arms. My eyes widened in surprise once more as her intoxicating scent filled my nose. She was so soft and warm and I couldn't help but wrap my own arms around her too. Utter silence began to slowly engulf us, but I couldn't draw too much attention to it because her silky hair was tickling the side of my face, her body warmth was calming me in ways I didn't think possible, and her heart beat resounded very closely to mine.

She suddenly pulled back and brought her hands up to delicately cup my face. I watched in fascination as her arctic blues flickered with so many emotions as her thumb shakily traced over the bruise on my cheek before dropping down to lift my hand up to her line of vision. My eyes followed hers to the still lightly bruised knuckles of my right hand. "Did I do all of these to you, Gattina?" Elsa asked quietly and then brought apologetic moist eyes back to mine.

There was a fleeting sense of panic that shot through me as my eyes snapped back up. "W-what? You? No, of course not! Why would you say something like that?" I chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease her growing fear of thinking that she was the cause.

"Don't lie, Anna." Elsa lowered her head to gently kiss my knuckles. "You've been fighting for me since the beginning of the year and I've been much too blind to see it."

My face began heating up substantially at the raw honesty she was exuding. Not to mention that my stomach was being over flooded with millions of butterflies every time those delicious full lips touched my blemished skin. "U-umm-" I let out another breathless chuckle as she continued to lead her gentle kisses up my forearm, and I gulped in audible nervousness when she jumped to my shoulder.

"Thank you, Gattina." She whispered before pressing her lips to my cheek. "For everthing."

And now I'm going to faint. "Wh- I-I-" I cleared my throat and brought my free hand up to push my hair behind my flushed ear. "Don't m-mention it."

"Now what about that tour?" Elsa whispered before causing my toes to curl by placing a soft kiss right on my pulse point. I swear I could have fallen over right then and there, but she ended up taking my hand and lead me toward the kitchen.

The pristine walls held a few pictures and I would have stopped to look at them if I wasn't so distracted by the warmth pulsating through my neck an all over my body from where she'd kissed me. Elsa had never kissed me anywhere but on the face and now she was suddenly laying them all over me! Not that I was complaining, I mean, I wanted to do something like that too, it was just that I wasn't sure how to go about it. Do I just rush in there like an awkward frantic romantic? Ease in as slow as a turtle? But what if she freaks out on both? I won't be able to play it off!

"...and that's where I shaved my head last year." Elsa's smooth voice made me snap my head back to her.

"What?" I asked in total confusion.

"Are you okay?" She asked after giving me a strange once over.

Crap! "Yeah! I-I was just-" I let out a chuckle. "I'm fine. My brain just short-circuited for a second there."

"Seriously?" Curious gorgeous blue eyes filled my vision, making me take a step back.

"Yes." I smirked before kissing the tip of her nose. She froze on contact and I had the satisfying view of seeing surprise with a dash of a blush capture her beautiful face. "Does that mean you're wearing a wig then?" I chuckled, reaching up to wiggle my fingers under the beanie.

Elsa's geniune laugh filled the wide living space as she moved her head away from my hand. I allowed an idiotic grin to split my face when she reached up to pull the beanie from her head. Platinum blonde hair spilled out in thick silky waves around her shoulders and she made me practically bite right through my lip as she then shook her hair out. I swear, magical dust exploded forth and captivated all of my senses.

"You're really, really pretty." I blurted.

"Sei bellisima." Elsa whispered with a deeper shade of pink tinting her cheeks. "You're beautiful." She gently translated, pressing a chaste kiss to my lips. But it wasn't enough for me. I wanted the real thing. I wanted to feel the scorching heat of her mouth open against my skin, wanted to know the intensity of her velvet tongue smoothing out a fresh and tender bruise. My sudden desire must have been clear, because when Elsa pulled back just enough to look at me, there was a tiny smirk playing at the tip of her lips. "And since you're not really intersted in the lower level, shall we go up to my room?"

That jolted me out of my raging thoughts. "Y-your room?" I stammered. Elsa's response was a nod as she then took my hand and held it until we reached her bedroom.

Turns out that both upper levels of the loft I'd seen earlier belonged to Elsa. So the overflowing bookshelf, the desk, which was littered with papers and a computer that was paused on some odd looking show were hers. Behind the stair case was what looked like a walk-in closet. Right next to it was a large vanity mirror with a few proucts on it and an entrance to the bathroom right next to that. It was like a whole other half of a house and I was once again stunned to silence at the extravagance of her room. This is seriously awesome!

My eyes then trailed up the short flight of stairs and I tilted my head in question. "Is that your bed up there?"

"That is why I called dibs on this part of the loft." Elsa beamed happily before tugging on my hand and leading me up the stairs.

My breath hitched when I saw just how mind-blowing it was up there. Her bed was massive and it sat alone in the middle of the decent-sized space, but that wasn't all. Looking up, I saw the unobscured view of the still cloudy late afternoon sun. It was like the ultimate sunroof! Only, 'house version.' "There's no roof- ceiling...thing." I tried to point out, not taking my eyes off a bird that was flying right over the building.

"That's the best part." Elsa let go of my hand so she could slip on to her bed. "You should see the view at night." She purred, making me break my gaze to grin slyly at her.

"Are you already asking me to stay the night, Snow Paw?" I asked while crossing my arms arrogantly.

Thump!

An unsuspecting pillow to my face made me take a surprised step backwards and once I steadied myself, I looked at her mock incredulously. "Did the very composed and immaculate student council president just hit me with a pillow?"

"Yes." She giggled. "And I do it again." That time, I dodged the next pillow by rolling on my shoulder and grasping the first one she threw at me. When I stood back up, I gave her a devious smirk.

"You, madam, shall feel the wrath of my pillow feathers!" I declared and lunged at her, bringing my weapon of choice down, hitting nothing but the sheets below. There was no time to wonder how she could move so fast when a hit to the back of my head made me jump up and roll over to the opposite side of her big bed. Just after I crouched on my knees, she jumped at me with nothing but determination blazing in her arctic blues. My eyes widened in panic and instead of blocking her attack with my own pillow, I tossed it away and clamped my arms around her slim waist.

Elsa let out a delightful shriek as I successfully tackled her. Instead of letting me get the best of her, she expertly flipped us over until I was pinned to the bed with my hands above my head. "Give?" Elsa breathed in excitement.

"Never." I grinned dangerously before thrusting my face upwards. Our lips touched for a split second and I lowered myself back down, watching her cheeks turn a shade darker than they'd started out with. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" I chuckled and tried to loosen my hands from her hold to no avail.

Her answer was to lean down to connect our lips once more and as she did that, I quickly slipped my hands out of her now loose grip. I caught her cheeks because I half expected her to pull away at the last possible second and run off while I kicked myself mentally for not keeping her right where she was. Only it seemed that Elsa hadn't planned on doing any of that because just as my hands touched her creamy skin, I felt a white hot jolt of lightening pass through me. The kiss lingered, lengthened even and it made me suddenly very aware of the position that both of us were in.

Elsa was bent over me, hands on either side of my head and her platinum blonde locks created a thick curtain of silkiness around us, shielding us away. There was a warmth that presented itself all down my torso that let me know our bodies were only inches apart. More than anything, the situation made me particulary aware of the way Elsa's legs felt over my hips.

Until then, I hadn't considered doing any of the things I was doing now with Elsa. Dating someone, anyone, was just an outrageous thought for me and though neither of us had really asked the other, there was still a strong hint that we were a thing. If it wasn't for me staking my claim all those days ago, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to mess around with the idea of dating her anymore. Elsa Mariani did things to me. She stirred feelings and unknown needs and definite uncharted desires that only recently began to burn in my chest when we kissed. At times it even coulded my mind and I found that I was fine with that. As long as it was with Elsa Mariani.

It was easy seeing her in those short instances at school, though. Those brief encounters after school where Elsa had yet to be insistent, but now? At that moment. In her actual bed and pretty much alone...I found myself wanting more. I wasn't quite sure what that meant, but the growing need for something more hit me like a train.

Keeping one hand on her cheek, I let the other venture away until it settled low on her back. I rolled without much thought and easily flipped us back over with such smoothness that our kiss didn't have to break. Once I was on top with my hips still between Elsa's legs and my whole weight pressing down into her, I suddenly felt her hands press into my waist. My eyes snapped open and I didn't hesitate to pull away enough to give her a questioning look. The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable in any way and if that little gesture was one to make me stop, I'd do it. When Elsa simply looked back at me, I lifted my body some, just in case she wanted to say something. Or stop.

But, instead of saying anything, she stealthily slipped the tips of her fingers under my shirt. So, she didn't want me to stop? Arctic blues watched mine closely to see if I was okay with that, (which I was. Definitely.) and once she saw that I was, her hand grew bolder. She delicately carressed upwards, over my stomach and causing the muscles of my core to constrict beneath her warm palm because it actually tickled. My breath hitched with each tensing muscle and I was momentarily dazed when Elsa's other hand raised to touch my cheek, ultimately guiding me back down to continue the kiss. I eagerly met her sweet mouth and parted my lips so it was deep and open and so I could feel that her breathing was just as erratic as mine was.

Elsa's delicate fingers traced a tantalyzing trail down the line of my hip bone and then inward along the sensitive expanse of flesh. It set off fluttering feelings at opposite ends of my body, and it made my hips involuntarily ground forward to seek whatever pressure I could get. I ended up pushing my hips hard between hers and while it hadn't been deliberate, I felt Elsa's fingers clutch at my stomach in response. Instantaneously, her knee bent upwards and cradled the curve of my hip so that we were now snugly fit together.

Oh, wow. I couldn't help but ground forward again, savoring the hot breaths against my lips because this was exactly what I'd been wanting. It was the more. Even though it was nothing more than kissing and a few touches, I felt my insides running absolutely wild. Elsa was driving me wild! Her scent, the way she tasted, her touch, and sweet Odin, the way she met every push of my hips with her own...

I wanted to use my hands too.

Leaving one to hold myself up, I let the other fall to the knee she'd placed over my hip. A soft whimper left her mouth as I traced the back length of her thigh and she didn't hesitate to wrap her calf around the back of my own thigh as if to encourage me to venture further. As my hand did just that, Elsa's mouth left mine to drag her lips along my jaw and the light carresses made my eyes flutter closed almost immediately. She planted a single peck on her descent before opening her mouth against my neck. The feeling was so much better than what I had originally thought it would be and it also amazed me that she didn't need to be rough, (like the movies) she didn't need to sink her teeth into me, (like some books) she didn't even need to suck hard because the heat alone was mind-blowing in itself.

It was enough to send a wildfire to my cheeks, chest and even right between my legs as a budding pressure presented itself there. The feeling only intensified when Elsa's mouth closed against my pulse point and the tip of her tongue slid lazily along my throat after it opened again. My eyes rolled heavenward.

It caused my hand to instantly tighten on Elsa's thigh in firm pleasure as a breathy sigh escaped my lips. "Mmm...yes." She froze momentarily and my eyes popped open again in shock. Embarrassment instantly seized my face and colored it red because I had not meant for that to be said out loud!

But in response to it, Elsa continued and let her hand slip out from under my shirt so she could wrap it around my back. Her hand settled just above the waistline of my jeans and I couldn't stop the soft growl that left me as she suddenly pulled me harder against her.

"Elsa! Sweetheart, are you home?" A new, feminine voice echoed throughout the loft, startling the both of us.

It scared Elsa's mouth away from my throat while it actually scared me right off the bed.

Wait. What?!

A/N: Yay...a kind of longer chapter! Hope y'all liked it.

Thank you for reading and for your words of encouragement you gorgeous specimens! ^^

Tootles~