On your way to school, you try to ease your dad into the idea that maybe he shouldn't drop you off right in front of the building.
"Someone might recognize you and I don't want you to be swarmed by a mob of fans."
"(Y/N), don't be silly. I don't think my main audience includes teenagers in the midst of puberty. Besides I want to make sure you get into the building safely." He reasons with you.
That was an awful attempt, you think to yourself, get your game together honestly, (Y/N).
"Come on dad there are probably really many cars too. Everyone is going to be in a real hurry. What if you scratch up the new car?"
"I'm starting to think you don't want to be seen with your old man, little one."
"Whaaaat? No, dad. Why would you even think that? Sheesh." You say rather flustered and with a tiny chuckle.
"No matter. We're there in a minute and I'm dropping you off in front of the building. Be glad I don't see the need to accompany you into the classroom."
"Fine." You answer grimly.
You're glad your dad is looking out for you but you're still trying to find friends and being seen with your dad is like a no-go. Or so you have heard at least. Last night you spend hours looking up guides on how to behave as a Highschool student. Being seen with your parents is apparently embarrassing but you have yet to find out why exactly. Your other friends always thought your parents were really nice.
Deep in thoughts, you again fail to realise your dad is talking to you.
"(Y/N)! How often do you want to do that from now on? I'm trying to tell you that we're there. Get your backpack and try to make some friends, will you? And stay away from any boys. And text me if there are any problems. I'll pick you up later just call, ok?"
"Yeah, dad, don't worry I got it. See you later. Love you." You get out of the car while he was talking to you. With your backpack on your shoulder, you wave to your dad and turn around to face the building.
It looks exactly like you imagined. A regular brick building with a lot of students going inside. The smile returned to your face and you started walking towards the building. First thing you had to do was see the school secretary to get your timetable.
As you passed the parking lot you saw a group of boys in leather jackets sitting on the hood of a red, expensive-looking car. How stereotypical you thought. These must be the bullies then. They looked a bit like the guys from Grease. Boys are weird sometimes.
You continued walking but you heard shouting coming from the bullies. As you turned around you noticed a group of three walking towards the Grease boys. Two girls and a boy. The girls stayed a little behind while the boy with blonde hair walked towards the bullies looking very angry.
"Who do you think you are, dumbass?" the blond boy started.
"Hans Oldenburg. But you know that don't you, pale face?" a red-haired guy answered. He seemed to be the leader of the group. He wore a leather jacket just as all the other boys were. He seemed to have- wait a minute are these sideburns? Why in heavens' name would anyone wear sideburns?
You edged closer to the group you didn't want to miss seeing your first ever Highschool argument.
"Kristoff, please stop. He's not worth it." That comment came from one of the girls, who came with the boy, Kristoff. She wore her red hair in twin braids over her shoulders.
Next to her stood another girl with platinum blonde hair and a frown on her face. You felt the need to comfort her rise inside of you. Wait, what? Why would you want to do that? She looked uncomfortable and you wanted to hit whoever made her feel that way. The one at fault would probably be the sideburns Grease boy over there.
"Not worth it?" He scoffs. "I'm going to show you just how much I am worth when you get on your knees for me." He laughs a gross smile at his lousy joke and the rest of his horde joins in.
Gross, you thought and scrunched up your face. You never liked bullies. You have gotten into quite a few rows when you went away with your parents. From the look on the blonde boy's face, he doesn't like bullies either. He balls his hands into fists and gets uncomfortably close to the Grease gang leader.
"Watch your mouth, Oldenburg. If you don't want a good beating you better shut up. I'm here to talk about what you said to Elsa yesterday." the Kristoff boy seems really angry now. You didn't know anyone's face can have that large of a frown.
"I didn't say anything to Elsa. The hoe had it coming honestly. Be a good boy and-" his insults got cut short by a shove coming from Kristoff.
"Kristoff! Stop, please." shouted the platinum-haired girl. That's a bit too late, you thought. Kristoff was already being pushed around by the Grease gang and they weren't being friendly at all.
The gang consisted of five really tough looking boys and even though the Kristoff guy was tall and had broad shoulders he was easily outnumbered. You were always taught to stand up for the weak and to do good in the world.
Thereby justifying your actions you got closer to the now starting fight and shouted. "Hey! Noodle boys! Stop pushing around my boy over there!"
All six boys looked up with surprised looks on their faces and you smirked at their comical reaction.
"I'm sure we can settle this with good old words over a nice, warm glass of milk. Don't you think?" You aren't exactly good with words. Ironic with your dad being an author and all.
One of the Grease boys standing at the side of the group grabbed you by the collar and snarled. "I don't think so, pretty doll."
"Ew! Your breath is awful!" You replied with a disgusted look on your face. "I think we should settle this over a cup of mouthwash instead, don't you think?"
With an angered growl he lifted his fist at you, intending to strike. You grabbed his hand and turned it around in an ugly angle making him squeal girly.
With a giggle, you released his hand and addressed the group in front of you. "Do you boys have anything to add?" The shocked faces disappeared and they started to lunge at you all at the same time.
Kristoff got pulled out his stupor as well and started attacking sideburn boy.
As they approached you you tried to remember the lessons of martial arts you got from an acquaintance in Japan a few years back. You swept away at the first boys' feet and he tumbled down hitting his head on the bumper of the car. He crashed to the ground knocked out but not bleeding.
"Is that all you got?" You laughed. The other boys got closer as well and you took each of them out in very artistic fashion leaving them with a few bruises and bumps but without broken bones or bleeding wounds.
As you finished off the four boys Kristoff was still doing a shoving match with the red-haired weirdo. You looked at them with a puzzled expression. What are they doing? They looked like someone trying to push a couch or something. Kristoff even managed to get pushed over.
Deciding to put them out of your misery you tap the shoulder of the Grease leader and he turns around to look at you. His expression changed from angry to shocked at seeing his gang on the ground. Then it turned fearful at what that might mean for him. He ran off without saying anything else, in the direction of the school building.
You chuckled at his expressions and walked over to Kristoff offering your hand which he gladly took. You pulled him up and cleaned the dust from his shoulders with a few quick sweeps. All the while he looked at you shocked with his mouth gaping open.
"Kristoff, right? I'm (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). I'm new here. Could you help me out real quick I need to find the school secretary." You said with a smirk on your face looking at his shocked expression.
"Are you alright, sweetie? You look a little pale around-" You got interrupted by a red-haired flurry throwing her arms around you and nearly making you tumble to the ground.
"Thank you so much! I thought he wouldn't survive that!" With that, she released you and started hitting Kristoff on the chest softly while saying "What were you thinking? That was so reckless, Kristoff!"
You smiled at the interaction and turned your attention to the pale girl slowly edging towards your group. She looked relieved but also scared. You had the urge to check if she was alright. What is it with me and this girl?
She was insanely pretty. Her hair was platinum-blonde, nearly looking white. It was arranged in a single braid laid over her left shoulder with which she was fidgeting at the moment. Her lips were thin with such a beautiful pink colour like you have never seen before. Her eyes- oh her eyes were the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. The blue looked almost like ice. They contrasted her pale face making them stand out so much more. You noticed every little thing about her face and everything made her so much prettier.
What you failed to notice were the seconds passing by in which you stared at the blonde. She didn't seem to notice either because she was looking at you just as intensely as well.
The one who noticed, however, was the red-haired girl, who hugged you moments ago. She started smiling at the both of you and cleared her throat. "Guys? Are you alright?"
Both of you got pulled out of your staring contest and looked at the red-haired girl. The blonde was the first to regain her composure and she addressed you. "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Elsa Arendelle. Your name is (Y/N), isn't it?"
"Wha- oh! Yes! (Y/N)! That's what my parents chose! They kinda made me you know? So they kinda had the permission to choose what to name me. And they chose (Y/N). Not that that's bad or anything. I kinda like my name. There's nothing wrong with it or me. I'm great. I mean not great just normal and yeah." You started blushing a dark red.
Everyone was smiling at you but you couldn't tear your eyes away from Elsa looking at you so tenderly. "Ok I'm rambling I should probably stop, right? Yeah, I should. Well, I'm gonna shut up now." You said embarrassed but glad that you finally achieved to close your mouth.
"Are you done? Wonderful! My name is Anna Arendelle, Elsa's sister!" You turned back around to the girl, Anna. "And this is my boyfriend and an idiot, Kristoff Bjorgman. I'm so glad you helped him out. Where did you learn to fight like this anyway?"
"I studied Aikido under Morihei Ueshiba when I was 12 and we visited Japan."
"You did what, where and why?" asked an again dumbfounded Kristoff.
"My parents and I travelled around a lot before we moved here a few weeks ago. So we met this guy in Japan and he offered to teach me some martial arts because he thinks every girl should be able to defend themselves." You answered having regained your composure. As long as you don't look at Elsa everything should be fine, you thought.
As you finished explaining yourself you heard a grown from behind you. Quickly turning around you see one of the boys regaining consciousness. The rest of the group saw as well.
Kristoff uttered in a hushed voice "Come on guys I don't think we should wait for them to wake up."
"I could just beat them up again, you know." you muttered under your breath.
At that Elsa chuckled cutely and grabbed your hand to carefully lead you away from the remaining members of the Grease gang.
Her hand caused a wave of warmth to spread through your body. Her touch felt soft and tender. She led you and your group towards the entrance of the school. At that moment you realised you have fallen for the girl still holding onto your hand.