"Why'd you say my name?" Elsa asked quietly. This was one of those rare mornings she came early to school. I suppose it was to see me, though I had to force myself to doubt that assumption.
I shrugged in response to her question. She huffed angrily.
"I don't get you."
I laughed under my breath. I'm not sure why. Maybe because the whole situation was absurd, so it deserved an absurd response.
"Stop laughing!" she demanded, slamming her hand against my locker. I quickly followed her orders.
Her bright blue eyes blinked, a pink tinge suddenly coloring her cheeks. "You...I don't get you," she repeated as she took a deep breath, looking around. Making sure no one was around, I suppose.
She leaned in close, her smoky and minty breath ghosting across my cheek, as her lips brushed my ear.
"Why do you like me?" she asked in hushed tones.
I closed my eyes briefly, wondering at how she could ask such a question. When my eyes opened once again, I caught Elsa staring at me. Gently and slowly, as though attempting to stroke a wild animal, my hand rose up, pushing aside her bangs, running the pad of my thumb over her scar.
She shuddered, her breath whooshing out in a gasp...but she didn't pull away.
"What isn't there to like?" I asked.