Author's Note: Hey guys! So I had suggestions on how the story would go and i really wanted Elsa to forgive him in a way or another. But not now! And plus, I'm really sorry for not being active and keeping you waiting for so long. This is one of the really boring chapters, please expect the next one!

"Your heart isn't plastic,

It isn't a toy.

So if you want it broken,

Give it to a boy."

Chapter 7: You get what you deserve

Elsa's POV

"Okay everyone! Let's swap seats for the new term!"

Miss Toothina's words were music to my ears. Ever since witnessing 'that' , all the feelings towards him disappeared into mid air over countless nights of crying, comforting and more. You can't blame me-the scene just played over and over again in my mind and I've been getting horrible nightmares. Those nightmares haunt me every night. Now, I did not feel bad for not hearing his explanation any longer.

"Miss Toothina, I don't wanna change seats."

Jack sulked like a child whose toys had been taken away during playtime. He can't act coy and play with my heart strings anymore. It was O.V.E.R. Never going to fall for him again. And this time, his tricks won't work on me.

"Miss Toothina! I'd love to sit with Hans!"

I gave him a frosty glare that I hoped froze the blood in his veins. Miss Toothina granted my request. I sat next to Hans. Hans was one of the cleverest students in the class. He was a bookworm, and a hard worker. I admired him very much and looked up to him as a role model.

Hans greeted me with a warm smile and we listened to Miss Toothina who droned on and on about History. I focused on the lesson, and the silence between me and Hans seemed too good to be true. I used to have Jack beside me, and he was like a bee buzzing in my ear! Wait, no. Erase that memory. I hate Jack. Yes, that's better.

By the end of the class, I think I was beginning to have a crush on Hans. The way he talked like we knew each other for years, and comprehending every situation I had gotten into, it was just...magical. I was falling for his spell. Not Jack's.

Anna's POV

Oh god. When I swapped seats, I ended up seating beside Jack. Elsa must really be boiling mad. Steam must be coming out from her ears. I braced myself for the heart stopping glare from her during class. Instead, she looked peaceful and at ease with Hans, our model student. Wow.

Okay, I take that back. Let me scream at the Sandy shore of a beach...

No...!

She was falling for him?! When the class thinks he's a geek, who studies like a machine and never gets bored? So, you might be asking me, how'd I know? She was smiling like she won the lottery or something (which never happens!) when she exited the class. So,being the curious one I caught up to her and asked her for the details.

"So um, how was swapping partners?"

I'm stumbling over a word like I'm talking to a stranger. Do note, I hardly communicated with her because she's a unsociable person. I only watch over her as "Punzie" requested it. However, I guess my dream turned into a flop. It was never going to come true. What is my dream? I want Jack and Elsa to date!

"Great with a G!"

She was very energetic and ecstatic. Good for her.

"So what about Ja-"

She growled angrily. I get it that they had a bad past but no need for lasting anger!

"Shut up."

She cut me off in mid sentence. She shot an emotionless, icy glare. She looked fierce and cold, like the protective barrier that Jack almost penetrated was surrounding her again. Just this time, nobody could break it. Because she was afraid of true love. The depths of her irises was filled with sorrow and sadness. I felt sorry for her.

"Look, I'm sorry..."

Elsa's voice was laced with regret and she apologize before running off to her next class. I didn't bother trying to catch her. Perhaps it was really over.

-Break-

Merida's POV

I sat on the usual table for lunch earlier than the rest, except for Hiccup. Hiccup didn't seem sad for me when I retold him about the night when I confessed to Jack and he rejected me. He seemed pleased instead and let out a sigh of relief.

"What the hell Hiccup? Weren't you supposed to be, you know, a little sad?"

I was wounded a little. My best friend for years still would not side me?

"Oh yeah, I'm sad. Really sad."

Not. Convincing. Hiccup just showed me the most fake sad expression I ever seen. Believe me, your face doesn't lie. Sometimes it might betray your words, showing what really is inside. I flipped my frizzy orange hair and ate clean my plate and left for my dormitory. I did not want to come face to face with Jack. That bastard just took me for granted and treated me like a toy.

Look, what I wanted for my future husband was that he'd treat me like a princess. I wanted him to love me for who I am, not my freaking looks. I decided to train more at the field, where archery practices are held. I'll never forgive him as long as I live.