Elsa's P.O.V
The next day after classes are over, I flop into my bed, sighing tiredly.
"Homework, homework, and guess what else? More homework," M.K huffs.
"I did all of today's homework yesterday!" I stick out my tongue.
I feel my phone vibrate, and I look down.
Another text from the blocked number.
Figured out who I am? You probably think that ignoring me will be the best, Elsa. But it won't be. Trust me. I'm going to not get back at you, but get back at Jack.
I feel my heart stop at the last sentence.
"What's wrong?" M.K asks, worried.
"N-Nothing. I-I have to go," I walk over to the door, fumble with the knob, and quickly exit.
I then shut the door behind me, lean against it, and stare at the text in disbelief.
"Hey Elsa!" Tink says, and I immediately stand up.
"Is something wrong?" Tink asks, concerned.
"No, I just needed some fresh air. The stress of college is getting to me, y'know?" I plaster a smile on my face.
"Okay, but I'm always available if you want to talk," Tink replies, looking unsure of my lie.
"Thanks, Tink," I say as she shuts the door.
"I need to call someone. Hans? No, he would be more worried. Anna? No, she would march over here and tell me to call the police..." I murmur to myself, walking, staring at the text.
"Woah! Sorry!" I hear someone say as I bump into him.
"Oh, sorry Terrence!" I apologize as I look up, seeing the boy.
"It's cool. Is something wrong?" Terrence asks.
"N-" I stop myself. He's Jack's roommate, should I tell him? He might be able to keep Jack safe.
Or he might tell Jack.
"Terrence, I need you to do me a favor," I take a deep breath.
"Sure. What's up?" Terrence asks.
I explain the situation, and he widens his eyes and exclaims, "You have to tell Jack!"
I sigh. I know I have to tell Jack now. The only person who can protect him might be himself.
"I-I will. Thanks, Terrence," I say, and walk to Jack and Terrence's dorm. I knock on the door, and Jack opens it.
"Hey Snowflake!" Jack greets.
"Jack, I need to tell you something," I feel my eyes becoming moist all of a sudden.
"Snowflake? What's wrong?" Jack murmurs, urging me inside.
Between sniffles and tears, I tell him everything.
"It's all my fault," I say in the end.
"Snowflake. This is not your fault," Jack says firmly.
"But-" Jack cuts me off.
"It's not your fault," he repeats.
"Then what are we gonna do?" I ask, trying not to sound hopeless.
"We're going down to the police station. Come on," Jack says, and I follow him out the dorm.
Poor Elsa! ;(
Question: How do you think Jack felt when Elsa was telling you what was going on and showing you the texts?