The guitar riff of an Arctic Monkeys song woke me. I groaned as I forced myself to wake up and shut it off. When my finger slid on the screen I saw a text from Jack.
‘Hey, what’s the plan?’
Confused, I responded.
‘Plan? We never planned anything.’
‘Oh shit, sorry. Wrong person.’ Not gonna lie, my heart sank at his response. I simply texted him an ‘okay’ and set my phone down. To my surprise he messaged me back.
‘Did you want to do something tonight?’ My heart instantly fluttered thinking about that to respond with.
‘I thought you had other plans tonight.’
‘Lame plans. Just drinking and blazing, I’m not really feeling it.’
‘Oh well I guess we could do something.’ I sent without thinking. My face started to heat up thinking it was mighty stupid of me to send that.
‘Really? I figured you had plans too.’
‘What made you think that?’
‘My roommate just left. Aren’t you guys close or whatever?’
‘yeah but I didn’t go.’ Why am I telling him this? Why was I even texting him this?
Because you like him Elsa.
Okay enough subconscious.
‘So… do you wanna do something then?’ he texted.
Before I let my thumbs type an answer, I seriously needed to consider the pros and cons.
Cons: Lying to Anna, it’s Monday and I’ve got classes, this really wasn’t a good idea to be with him again.
Pros: You’ll be with him.
‘Sure. I’ll be there in a bit.’ I sent.
‘No I’ll come. You came over last time.’ I was going to let that be the end, but somehow I sent this.
‘Promise? *holds up pinkie*’ within seconds he responded.
‘*wraps pinkie around yours* Promise*
Ten minutes after straightening out my dorm there was a knock on the door. I nearly ran to answer it but I stopped midway to gather myself. I opened the door to find Jack leaning against the door frame.
“Nice outfit.” He snorted looking me up and down. I glanced at what I was wearing and immediately blushed in embarrassment. I was wearing a blue tank top with my fluffy snowflake pyjamas.
“Thanks. I, uh, picked it out myself.” I sighed letting him into my dorm.
“Not surprising considering your choice of clothing is usually horrendous.” He smirked. And we were back to square one.
“Hey, all I have to do is change my clothes, you have to change your personality.” I came back. His eyes narrowed at me and I held my ground.
After a few seconds of build-up, we were both laughing uncontrollably.
“That was a good one.” He remarked trying to recover.
“You usually have good ones too Jack.” I pointed out as I made my way to my room.
“You’re dorm is smaller than I expected.” He commented as he followed me inside and sat on my bed with me.
“Well it is the biggest suite or two instead of four.” I said leaning against the headboard.
“And not all of us live in a deluxe apartment like you do.”
“Well when your roommate is loaded and you have…. Scholarships you tend to live that way in college.” Jack defended. I was a little taken back when Jack mentioned Hiccup.
“You talk to your roommate?” I asked.
“I mean, I didn’t think you’d talk to Hiccup.” I reasoned.
“I don’t have conversations with the guy but we talk from time to time.” He explained. “And I’ve seen him call the CEO of Haddock Enterprises ‘dad’.”
“Wait, what/” I asked. “CEO of Haddock Enterprises?”
“He’s Hiccup’s father. And his mother is some kind of surgeon. His family’s loaded.” Jack concluded. I recall Hiccup telling me his father wanted him to take his place in his company, I just never would have guessed that he would be in control of one of the largest military industries.
“Wow… he’s so different from his family.” I said to myself.
“Like you.” Jack added. Ah crap, I forgot he knows my family.
“I guess.” I shrugged. Thinking about my family always made me depressed and feel down, so I changed the subject.
“What about you? Are you different from your family?”
“Well if I say no then I’m lame right?” he said leaning into the wall.
“Not necessarily. If you have my parents, then yes you are very lame.”
“Truesay.” He smirked. “But sadly no, I’m not too much like my family. Physically for sure, mentally… maybe.”
“What? You weren’t raised in a dark and gothic home?” I teased gesturing to his all black attire; however seeing the change of emotion in his eyes made me regret it right away.
“Never mind.” I waved it off and grabbed my laptop. “Let’s order pizza.”
“Her new album isn’t that bad.” Jack stated as he took a bite of his fifth slice.
“I don’t know, her other albums were pretty whiney.” I remarked.
“Yeah, but 1989isn’t all that bad.” Jack muttered. I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Why do you insist on converting me to a Swiftie? You’re like my sister.”
“Well my sister made me listen to her Red album and even made me take her to the concert. She’s not so bad, I guess she grows on you.” He explained.
“But still, why are you determined to convert me? Why not your other friends-?” I asked and then I remembered who his friends were.
“Never mind. But why are you trying to convert me?” Jack set his plate down on my duvet and got all serious.
“Because my sister is dragging me to the 1989 concert and she won four tickets.”
“And she’s making you take her again.” I finished.
“And the thing it none of her friends except one can go and since she won them she doesn’t get them until the day of, so she can’t sell them either.”
“And she gave you the extra.” I nodded understanding his situation. He nodded as he drank from his root beer.
“I still don’t understand why it has to be me.”
“Well it doesn’t have to be you, but I would prefer it if it was you.” He shrugged.
“How so?” I blurted. Jack arched his eyebrows and shifted his position.
“That’s more personal Els.” He frowned. I felt guilty for plucking nerves.
“Sorry, you don’t hav-“
“Might as well tell you since I may tell you eventually.” He shrugged. “Ask me again.” Confusion began to surface, but I went along with his request.
“Why would you want me to go with you to the Taylor Swift concert?”
“Because you’re one of the very few that knows I have a little sister.” He answered with brute honesty.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I mean, none of the people I hang out with knows I have a little sister, or anything about my personal life for that matter.” He explained.
“Hans? Gothel? Nobody?” I asked in disbelief. He shook his head and took another slice of pizza.
“Can I ask why?” I demanded, attempting to quench my wonder’s thirst.
“That… might be a little too much.” He stopped. “You’ll want to save that for another time. It’s a really long story Elsa.”
Part of me wanted to insist on him telling me, but it’s his business and it’s not my part to intrude; so I just nodded and finished off my pizza.
“Do you want to split that?” he asked gesturing to the last slice in the box.
“Sure.” I nodded. “You can take the tip half if you want.”
“I was going to say we could cut it right down the middle.” He suggested. “And if we were splitting it that way, I’d let you take the best part.”
“No really, I’d prefer the half with the crust.” I revealed. “I like having a sort of handle. That way the food won’t spill all over my fingers.”
“But… the flavour-”
“Is recovered by dipping the crust in sauce.” I pointed out. “So cut it however you please.”
As Jack ripped apart the slice, he also looked at me in disbelief.
“I have honestly never met someone who rejected the tip of the pizza before.” He said, handing me my slice. I just took it and smiled.
“Well I’ve never met anyone who kept their family a secret before.” I replied. He gave me a questioning look.
“So people know who your father is?” he teased.
“Oh hush.” However there was something that made me wonder, how on earth did he know who my father was? I mean yes my father was the CEO of the biggest manufacturing company for TVs, car parts, radios and other things like that.
“So, wanna watch a movie or something?” I asked, breaking my thoughts.
“Sure. What’s good?”
“I have Netflix… we could just stay in.” I said.
“I know, but I hate the lagging.” He remarked. “And I like how the audio’s better on hard copies. You can really hear the soundtrack.”
“That’s what you care about? The soundtrack?” I teased.
“Hey now, make fun all you want, but some soundtracks actually contain the best artists. For example The Breakfast Club, The Fault in our Stars, even Guardians of the Galaxy.”
I couldn’t help but realize that not only was he right, but that’s also how I got my taste in music as well. Hearing a song during a scene and loving how it makes you feel, so you search who’s responsible for that beautiful memory.
“You forgot Perks of Being a Wallflower.” I added. Jack smiled.
“I actually wouldn’t mind watching that right now actually.” Luckily I didn’t have to flip through Netflix since I had the DVD myself. I quickly attained it from my desk and put it in my laptop. I scooted closer to Jack as the movie began… and he wrapped his arm around me.
As the movie went on, I felt my heart would race at the thought of Charlie and Sam. Jack was giving this kind of vibe whenever they were together on screen, and not going to lie… I really wanted to kiss him when they had their first kiss on screen.
“I should probably go.” Jack said as Charlie rode through the tunnel to conclude the movie.
“What time is it?” I asked while I stretched.
“Almost 12:30. I feel like your sister will be home soon considering it’s Monday.”
I seriously hate when he’s right.
“Yeah.” I nodded and stood up. Jack grabbed his jacket and followed me out of my room.
“Many thoughts began to run through my mind just walking him to the door. For example, there’s no doubt in my mind that I actually enjoy spending time with this guy; a guy many people are actually afraid of or even hate. But he brings out a side of me I’ve never really seen before, and I have yet to decide whether that’s a good or bad thing.
I stopped right in front of the door and stopped as my hand touched the doorknob.
What was happening?
Oh right, I’m actually sad to see him leave.
I felt cold when his hand overlapped mine and his lips were close to my ear.
“Is it bad to say I don’t want to leave?” he breathed. I took his hand and turned around to meet his gaze.
“No.” I responded while my fingertips touched his jawline.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I sighed.
The air between us was right. Jack leaned in and brushed his lips against mine. My body responded before my mind as my hands found their way into his hair to deepen the kiss. Jack held me close and even backed me up against the door to kiss me harder and deeper. His hands stayed at my hips, but our lips moved together.
Oh god, I didn’t want to break from him. I wanted to stop time and just be with him. I wanted to embrace him, wanted him to hold me close, wanted us to… be together… but I can’t.
When we finally broke apart, it left me panting. Jack placed a kiss on either side of my cheeks and a peck on my lips before letting me go. I regretfully opened the door and he stepped out. However before leaving her looked at me and smiled.
“Just give me a time and place Elsa. I’ll be there.” I laughed.
“I think you should plan the next one Frost.” I said. He gave a small smile before seizing my hand to wrap his pinkie around mine. He leaned in a pressed a light kiss to my lips.
“Good night Elsa.” He murmured before walking away. I don’t know how, but I was able to snap out of my daze and shut the door. I leaned onto the wall and sunk down to the floor, trying to sort out the amount of emotion and confusion Jack Frost was giving me.
Hey guys! i just wanted to say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I know it;s been awhile, but sorry…. i’m having fun during my break. Hopefully you all had a great Christmas and got what you all deserve (which would be the best things evahhhh). Just incase you guys don’t know, i posted the prologue to the sequel of Beware His Frozen Heart on Christmas incase you haven’t seen it yet. GO CHECK IT OUT!!! (only if you want to…) Hopefully i can post again, but we’ll see how my creativity and time will treat me. Luv Ya’ll!! Happy Reading ;)