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Chapter 2: Something Fierce

'Jack... I'm scared.' Jack could see the thin ice on his skates. His face was sweating even though it was freezing cold where he was.

He could see her little sister, she wasn't the same old happy girl he knew. There was someone else standing a few feet from him, it was a girl that felt fear and nothing else. Her eyes stared at Jack, hoping that he could help him.

"Don't worry..." Jack forced a smile. "Were... Going to play a little game." He could see a long stick right next to him, grabbing hold of it, he angles it towards her.

'No games Jack!' Her sister yelled. 'All you do is play games.' She took a step back. Jack heard the ice cracking beneath her feet. She on the other hand seemed to not have noticed.

"No... This game is different..." Jack tried to raise his hands towards her, showing him that he wasn't going to hurt her.

'No!' Her sister yelled again, as she took another step back. 'Enough games Jack! This is not fun anymore!'

"Look at me..." Jack hissed. "You think this is fun?! I'm trying to help..."

'Help me?! With what, hopscotch? Mom told you that this place isn't safe for ice skating!' That was when the ice gave way. And she fell in the water. Jack knelt down on the cold ice. He could feel the pain striking him, biting him so deeply.

Jack screamed. Falling off his own bed. Waking up in a cold sweat. He looked around. For any sign of the crack where her sister fell into, he looked around for any sign of the lake, anything. He opened his eyes to only see his dark room. The moonlight from on of his windows pierced the cold darkness in his room, he simply stared at his bed. The same stick he found before she fell was prompt on the head board's side. He could see how it was curved at the edge. If he managed to reach her with that, he could've thrown her off to thick ice.

He wished that he was the one that fell, instead of her. He wanted her to live. Slowly, he shut the curtains on his window. He hated the moonlight, he hated the moon. He hated it so much. He just didn't know why.

(Before that night)

"Hey sis..." A nime year old red-headed girl greeted her sister as she came back from school. "How was your first day, Elsa?" She said with a toothy grin.

"Nothin'," Elsa lied. "The school was fine, Anna..."

Anna looked at her sister with a serious stare. "Okay sis... Can I help you with your bag?"

"Wow..." Elsa smiled at her little sister with a pat on her head. "You're acting good today. Here."

When Elsa gave her bag, Anna went running off, screaming: "I got your bag!"

Elsa went running after her. 'I can't believe I fell for that!'

(The next day was rather interesting)

"Wake up Elsa!" Her little sister knocked the door. "You don't want to miss out on your new 'boyfriend'."

"He's not my boyfriend Anna... He's not even a friend." Elsa's angry voice echoed through the door.

"Well then, you better start being his friend before someone else manages to seduce him from you."

"I'll tell mom and dad that you know the meaning of that word if you tell them about that stupid Jack Frost."

"Wha- who's Jack Frost?"

Elsa smiled. 'Works every time.'

...

Jack was rummaging for his stuff in his locker, when Jamie interuppted.

'How's the 'girlfriend' Jack?" Jamie chuckled. "Or does she call you Jackie Wackie?"

"She's not my girlfriend, Jamie." Jack shook his head and started to close his locker, when someone patted his back. "Stop doing that..." He turned to see the girl that kissed him yesterday.

"Uh... Hey." Jack was again a loss for words. "Sorry about yesterday."

"Sorry doesn't count, Frost!" As she put her hands on the two lockers at the sides of Jack. He was completely pinned.

"I'll leave you two some space." Jamie pointed to his classroom and sped off.

'She's a madwoman... Somebody help me.'

"Do you realize how many times my little sister woke me up just because she was asking over and over again if you and I were an item?"

"Whywouldshethinkthat?" Jack asked so quickly, trying to break free from her. But her cuteness was too overpowering. She was wearing a white sweater with a cute little kitten on it. The left side dropped to show her left blue bra strap. Which made him blush so much. He couldn't help but breathe heavily.

"So," Elsa stared at his eyes. "Cross my path again, and you'll never survive."

Jack was taken aback by how fierce the girl could get. Jack looked at her with sadness. He was hoping, they'd be friends. He just needed a person to talk to. "If that's okay with you."

"Great" Elsa left. Heading to her room, hugging a book with her. Jack on the other hand, just stood there, frozen. Wondering if their paths would meet again. He shook the question away as he continued to draw his books from his blue locker. But he noticed something sticking out at the front of it. A blue paper snowflake, with a letter written at the very middle. 'E'.

'Who did this?'

...

Now class, who can give me the value of pi? The frizzy gold haired teacher asked. Everyone inside the class fell silent. They haven't been expecting that surprise question. Even if it was math. "Come on, who can give me the value of- yes Mr. Frost?"

Jack looked around the class for any sign of those big blue eyes, staring ago him. He smiled as he noticed Elsa stealing a glance at him.

'He can't possibly know.'

"The value of pi is: 3.1415926535, Sir." He smirked as he saw Elsa voiced the word 'wow'.

"Someone here knows his Math." Mr. Sandman replied as he wrote down the numbers. Trying to reach the middle of the blackboard, he was a very short man.

Jack was still standing though. "Sir, does that mean I can skip this class?"

"Keep dreaming Jack." Mr. Sandman replied. "That's a good thing."

"Yessir." Jack sat down and put his arms on his table. Staring at Elsa's white hair. Right now, it was in a tight braid. 'Cute.'

Every pain went away, and every thought of math disappeared. Good thing no one noticed him staring. He felt sad though, that she didn't look back again. He wanted to see her surprised face, that red circular shape she made with her lips made her look like she was blowing away a kiss.

"What at you still doing here Jack." His Math teacher asked, with a confused expression. "Daydreaming? You'll be late for Nick's class."

"Class is over?" Jack looked stupid as he gazed at the completely empty classroom.

"What's wrong Jack?" His golden haired teacher asked, with a worried expression. "Are you thinking about what happened last year?"

Jack went back to when he exposed Edward Black of terrorizing inoccent preschoolers, bullying them, making them cry. One of them even called him the boogieman. He was a senoir while he was just a transferee, when Principal Moon sent him to study in Winter High.

They had a big fight, Jack ended up with a chipped tooth, a broken arm and a few scars. While Ed was charged with expulsion for what he did. Jack could still see the tall, grayish senior in his nightmares, strangling him in his dreams, when he didn't expect it.

Ed's younger brother, James, was studying here though. Same year as Jack. He never really talks to him much. He just stares angrily at him as he wears his punk outfit, trying to make Jack's llife as horrible as hell.

"No, I'm not thinking about Ed." Jack answered, as he stared at his teacher's eyes.

"You know, I've been noticing how you look at that new girl, Jack."

Jack could feel a blush creeping on his face. He needed to cover his tracks more. "Yeah?" He asked nervously.

"Tell me the truth and nothing else, do you have feelings for her?" Mr. Sandman asked.

Jack felt himself shrivel up inside. He hoped his teacher couldn't read minds. "I don't know."

"What do you feel when you're with her, Jack?"

"I feel like mush." Jack looked down. "She isn't like most girls, that talk about their phones, shoes, clothes or anything. She's more of a straight to the point kind of girl. She's... 'Something Fierce." He laughed as he said those two words.

"Well then." His teacher smiled at him. "You know how Nick gets when he's angry, go out there."

"Uh, yeah sure." Jack took his bag and as he reached for the doorknob, his teacher called him.

"You'll do great."

Jack was rather confused by what he said. 'Do great, at what?'

"Okay class who of you don't have a partner. I found Mr. Frost coming in through the window." Mr. North laughed, making his belly shake. He was wearing a red sweater with a small Christmas tree at the center. He seemed rather old to be teaching anymore, because he had white hair and a white beard that stretched throughout his chin. He looked rather jolly though.

Elsa tried to hide under her table but North already caught her. "Elsa, glad of you to volunteer to be Jack's partner."

Before they knew it, they were silently making a small wooden birdhouse. Jack was sticking the roof on top of the house with some glue, as Elsa was sanding the few more wooden pieces of the birdhouse. "So..." Jack tried to break the silence.

"Why didn't you say no to him. I told you we aren't going to meet again." Elsa furiously sanded the wooden block, without looking at Jack.

"Nothin'..." Jack felt the pressure rising around him. "Thought you needed a little help, you were alone."

"I don't need your help." Elsa tried to sound like she didn't have any interest in the chat. "I can do things on my own."

"Why do you shut people out of your life, Elsa?" Jack asked, sounding rather confused.

"I don't shut people out." Elsa smirked. "You were the one that made me kiss you."

"At least it worked." Jack smiled.

"Still pretty stupid though." Elsa laughed.

"Still a pretty good kisser to me though." Jack grinned.

Oh, so I'm a good kisser?!" Elsa took a finger of glue and flicked it to Jack's left cheek.

"You know what I'm thinking?" Jack asked slyly.

"What?" Elsa pouted. Jack couldn't help but blush at the sight. She looked so cute...

"Glue fight." Jack flicked some glue on her chin.

"It is so on!" Elsa grinned.

Hope you liked it. More chapters on the way, and please review so iI'll know what you want.