Belle closed her book gently, setting it aside on the table, and glanced up. "That's the sixth time you've sighed in the last ten minutes."
Elsa continued staring off into the distance, hair artfully swept across her face, the perfect picture of a brooding teenager. "I'm glad you've been keeping count," she grumped, cupping her chin and resting her elbow on the table. Her lunch sat untouched in front of her, but that might have been because it was an unidentifiable pile of mush and not because of any lack of appetite on Elsa's part.
Following her gaze, Belle rolled her eyes. "Please. As long as you keep staring at her, I could probably write an algorithm that calculates how many times you'll sigh before lunch is over."
"I'm not staring," Elsa said defensively, but she didn't look towards Belle. Raising her eyebrows, Belle leaned in closer and lined up her sight exactly with Elsa's pressing her face against Elsa's cheek.
"Beep. Beep. Beep. Target locked. Anna Andersen in our cross-hairs." She dodged before Elsa could shove her and giggled at Elsa's glower.
"You're ridiculous," Elsa sniffed.
"You're a virgin who can't drive."
An indignant squawk from across the lunchroom drew Anna's attention. Two of the cheerleaders were chasing each other around, playfully grabbing for each other and slapping each other's arms. She snorted and went back to shoveling her food into her face. Beside her, Kristoff watched them, amused.
"Wonder if they'll bust out pillows and start pulling off their clothes next." Anna punched him in the shoulder.
"This isn't a lesbian porno you freak." She glanced back over at the girls. The roaring blonde had the cackling brunette in a headlock. Rolling her eyes, she threw her backpack onto her shoulder and stood up. "Let's jet."