I'm back! I know, I left it with a bit of a cliffhanger. I'm sorry!
Lots of friendshipy Jelsa and some cuddles :D I liked this chapter. And there may or may not be a date coming up... :D
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And there was Anna. Making out with Hans.
Three days later, Elsa sits in Dance History II with her head in her hands. She hasn't spoken with her sister since that moment. That fateful moment.
"'What are you doing Anna?' Elsa asked, grabbing Anna's shoulder and breaking the kiss.
'Oh perfect, you're here! This is my boyfriend, Hans.' Anna replied, squealing and jumping with excitement, cuddling closer to Hans.
'Oh? Didn't you just meet him?' Elsa asked, shocked.
'So? It's true love!'
'What do you know about true love? Besides, this sleezeball was just flirting with me like twenty minutes ago! That's when Jack saved me!'
'I don't care, Elsa!'
'Well, I do! We're leaving!' Elsa said, grabbing her sister's hand, trying to pull her away.
'No, Elsa! I want to stay and dance with Hans! You aren't the boss of me! Ever since Mom and Dad died you have tried to run my life!' Anna was yelling now.
Elsa shrunk, feeling like she just got stabbed in the heart.
She turned away, 'fine. I'm gonna leave.'
'Fine! Let's go, Hans.' Anna said, grabbing him and dragging him back out to the dance floor.
Elsa stood there, facing away from Jack.
'Elsa?' Jack asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.
Elsa spun around, 'Do you have a car here?'
'Well, yes?'
'Will you please take me home? I don't want to be here anymore, but Merida drove me. They will want to stay.'
'Of course, I would love to.'"
Elsa sighed, blinking her eyes as to not to cry in class. Jack, sitting next to her, looked at her, trying to make eye contact.
"You okay?" He mouthed.
Elsa put on a brave face and smiled, nodding.
Jack gave her a look, saying he didn't believe her, but letting it go for the time being. He turned his head, but not his attention back to the professor, reflecting on last Friday.
"Jack led Elsa out the door of José's, his arm around her. She was visibly upset, her argument with her sister rattled her.
'I hope this is okay,' he said, gesturing.
Elsa looked up, following his gesture. She gasped, 'what?'
She was looking at a motorcycle.
He handed her a helmet. 'Luckily I have two at all times. Sorry, I know it's not exactly comfortable with a dress.'
'Okay. . . Can you drive this thing?'
'Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have it.'
'Is it safe?'
'Do you trust me?' he asked, straddling his motorcycle and holding out his hand.
He could see Elsa weighted her options. She really wanted to be home. He knew she wasn't going to last much longer before she broke down. Luckily he had taken care of the others, saying that she was tired and telling the boys to watch Hans' hands and telling Merida to make sure she took Anna home with them.
'Yes. . .'"
He sighed. Jack had walked Elsa to her door, hugging her goodnight. He had asked her if she was okay, and if there was anything he could do for her. He offered hot chocolate and a shoulder to cry on, but Elsa said that she just wanted to be alone. He put his number into his phone, and sent himself a text so that he had her number, and told her to call him if she needed anything, anything at all, regardless of the time. She had seemed grateful.
He hadn't heard from her for the rest of the weekend. And now, she was still shutting him out.
He looked at her. Other than appearing tired, most people wouldn't notice that she was upset; but Jack could see it. Elsa was wearing all black, appearing like a badass. Her snakeskin-printed skinny jeans tucked into her combat boots. Her eyeliner was dark. Her black lace shirt hugged her torso. Other than that, she smiled at people, interacted in class, and answered questions.
Jack could see that her smile didn't reach eyes. She hadn't answered any of his "How are you doing?" texts the last two days. He decided he was going to confront her after class. She was not alright, no matter how much she pretended she was. Even though she tried to hide it, she wasn't tricking him.
The professor dismissed the class, and Jack watched Elsa pack up furiously. He grabbed his stuff and followed her out the door, grabbing her wrist.
"Elsa, don't ignore me. Are you okay?"
"I'm doing well!" she answered, with a smile. Again, Jack could see that it did not reach her eyes.
"That's a filthy lie."
Elsa looked at him; he could see her debating whether or not to open up to him. He pulled her into his chest, folding his arms around her and placing his hand on her head.
Elsa breathed into his neck, trying not to break down. No one had ever seen through her façade. She wound her arms around his back.
"I'll be fine," she murmured into his neck.
"You don't have to be. It's okay to be upset and sad, and it's okay to break down. Do you want to talk about it?" He said into her hair.
"Not really."
"Do you have someone to talk to?"
"Not really."
"Elsa, that's not healthy. Please open up to someone about what's going on in that pretty head. You can't just deal with it by yourself. I would be more than willing to listen, but if you aren't comfortable with me, I understand. But you need to talk to someone."
"I don't want to. This is my crap to deal with."
"This is your normal studio time, right?"
She nodded into his neck.
"Okay, I want you to go change, and then meet me in a studio. We don't have to talk, but you're gonna dance it out a bit. Then later, do need to talk to someone. It's not healthy to keep it all bottled in."
Elsa nodded, tears in her eyes. No one had ever noticed what she did; no one had ever seen what she needed the most. She had to be strong for everyone else, and for the first time, someone was being strong for her.
She reluctantly withdrew from Jack's arms, brushing invisible wisps of hair out of her eyes, and turning on her heel to the changing rooms.
Minutes later, she walked into the studio. Jack was already stretching on the floor, some chill music playing in the background. He patted the floor next to him, motioning for her to join him. She started stretching too, warming up her body.
"So you dance contemporary, ballet, and Broadway?" Jack asked.
"Yea, and I do Zumba sometimes too."
"Explains how you knew how to move your hips Friday night!" Jack teased.
Elsa laughed, "Yea. And what do you do? You never told me."
"Hip hop, lots of hip hop. And what ballet we learned from class."
"Can you show me?"
Jack thought for a minute. "Yea, I think I got something!" He walked to the stereo, plugging his phone in. "Excuse the song. It's something I was requested to choreography."
He put it on and skipped a little ways in.
"When a rich nigga want you,
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya,"
Jack started, moving in time exactly with the words. He was really good at alternating with the ridged, isolated moves with the smooth ones, something unique to hip-hop. Elsa giggled as he rolled his hips around, impressed that he was able to do that. She was in awe of all the moves he was able to fit into the song.
These hoes ain't loyal, These hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see"
Jack followed the beat of the music, spinning, freezing, and popping. He jumped out, throwing his arms forward, popping his leg out. The way he connecting and smoothed all the moves together was amazing; watching him was intoxicating.
The verse continued, and Jack kept dancing. Elsa was so intrigued. She wanted to learn to dance like that.
He ended, dancing silly as the music went on. Elsa giggled at him and started clapping.
"You're amazing! Where did you learn to dance like that?"
Jack thought for a moment, "I want to tell you, but I promised this would be dancing, not talking time. Can I take you out for dinner tonight maybe? We can talk then."
"Smooth; withholding information so I go out with you," Elsa said, raising her eyebrow.
"It doesn't have to be a date! But I am paying."
"If you're paying it's a date."
"Well if you insist, then I guess it's a date." Jack said, smirking.
"That's not what I meant! Fine. I'll go with you, but it is not a date. I'm not ready for that yet."
"Ah, yet. So I have a chance!"
Elsa slugged him in the shoulder. "Come on, Frost. Hey, do you think you could teach me hip-hop? I really wanna learn."
"You doubt me?" Jack asked, faking hurt.
Elsa giggled, "No, I just was wondering if you were willing!"
"I'm always willing," Jack answered, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Not like that!" Elsa groaned, "You're impossible."
"But you still love me! Come on, I think I have something I can teach you. It's a routine I want to teach the girls for the big competition coming up, but it's not quite finished."
"What's it to?"
"Dark Horse, Katy Perry."
Elsa laughed, "When that song was released, Anna said it was the song that described my dating life in High School. I was kinda a tease, cocky, and made it seem like it was such a pleasure to date me. What's funny is it made me so much more appealing, which pissed off the popular girls, because all the guys wanted me."
"Ah, we have a little siren over here!"
"Not anymore. I purposefully haven't dated for over a year."
"I'll convince you yet," Jack said winking.
"Just teach me the damn dance!"
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Thirty minutes later, they exited the studio laughing. Jack was impressed with how fast Elsa had picked up the choreography. This wasn't an easy dance, and it was a new style for her. Yet, not only had she learned what he had in thirty minutes, but she had added her own spin by putting a few tricks unique to contemporary into one of the chorus'. Her idea was to have all the girls doing different tricks across the stage and then gradually add into the choreography, like a ripple. He was super excited about her idea and was definitely going to use it.
"So I have crew practice tonight, but I'll pick you up at seven. What do you want? Italian? Mexican? Steak?"
"Italian sounds good! I could go for a good pasta."
"Perfect, me too actually. I know the perfect place!"
"Bye Jack!" Elsa said, turning to go.
But Jack grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him. He wrapped his arms around her again while she sighed and buried her face back into his neck. It's only been an hour since we were in this position, and yet he has managed to cheer me up so much. This guy never ceases to amaze me.
"Bye Elsa. Everything will be alright," He murmured into her hair.
They reluctantly let go and then parted ways. Jack turned around and looked back, meeting Elsa's eyes because she was doing the same. Elsa broke eye contact first, smirking, and then turned back around adding a larger sway in her hips. Jack's eyes naturally followed.
This girl, I swear.
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Jack walked into crew practice, still on a high from his time with Elsa earlier. He was really excited for the date, not date, in a couple hours and nothing could bring him down!
"Okay guys! Let's get ready!"
"Esmerelda isn't here yet, Jack." Simba said.
Jack's phone started ringing. He looked at it. Esmerelda.
He got off the phone three minutes later, his crew waiting eagerly. They hoped nothing was wrong! The crew was like a family; they looked out for each other and loved without digression. It was part of the culture Jack established when he became the leader.
"She had to go back to Paris. Her brother, Quasimodo, is going through intense medical stuff right now, and she has to take care of him so their mom can work to pay the medical bills. Their dad won't help."
Lots of questions were fired; "She's coming back, right?" "What about school?" "What about our performance Wednesday!?"
"Guys, guys, calm down. She probably won't be back this semester, maybe even not by the end of the school year. And we will be fine! We can fill her spot."
"By Wednesday? Do you know someone to take her spot?"
Elsa.
Teehee :D I think you all see where this is going. Just warning though, he won't actually ask her next chapter because lots of Jack backstory.
I realized that I said I would reply to reviews, and I haven't really done that. I suck, I'm sorry! I'm gonna just go from reviews for Ch. 4:
Guest (Oct. 2): Thank you! I'm glad you loved the chapter. I think I am going to leave in their point of view and then maybe do a special when appropriate. Please leave a name next time so I can properly thank you :D
OoPoPcAnDy: YEA! I thought it was great too... I go salsa dancing a lot and I definitly have felt some guys during Buchata... So if he is already attracted to her I figured... :D
Fatally: Thank you! I love it too :D What's funny is that a few of my friends model some of the characteristics of the different characters, so it is easy to see them and adapt them. Elsa is really easy to write for me because I have many of the same characteristics. It's cute because my boyfriend (of 3 and 1/2 years) is a lot like Jack :D it makes me happy.
Guest (Oct. 2): I wanted to make Hans a creep because he is a CREEP! and hitting on Elsa was the best idea. It actually wasn't planned until it happened lol. Jack did save her :D The dancing was easy to write because I have been Salsa dancing for over a year! It's a lot of fun. And leave a name! :D
Guest (Oct 2): Well now you know :D
Sunshine unicorn happiness: Thank you! and I plan on it ;)
distraughtreader: it's only been since Thursday! That's only like 5 days! lol. I promise I will update at least every Tuesday, if not one other time a week, depending on how far I get. Don't die!
Thanks guys (: I hope you enjoy this chapter. I am currently in the middle of chapter 7! The Elsa-Anna fight will be discussed there, and you learn a lot more about Elsa and her tendencies.
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Siren