~Monday~
The weekend was a blur. Nothing much went on. I didn't get much sleep because of my nerves and because of the memory of the accident that would play in my mind as a dream. A nightmare actually. It's like the memory would wait until my nerves were settled before it would play, getting my nerves all riled up again as I would jump awake with silent tears.
Rapunzel had also kept her promise too and told me everything that had happened when she first met Jack four years ago. She said that she knew immediately that Jack was the boy, and said that he mentioned to her that she looked familiar but that he could never pinpoint it. That was when she told him he probably saw her on TV for a Corona Beer commercial since her father is the owner of the company. This is a lie though; Rapunzel's father doesn't want her to have anything to do with the business until she's 21, but Jack apparently had believed her. Months later, in December, Jack confessed to hating Christmas because of his dad dying on Christmas Eve. Rapunzel had asked what happened and he gave her a very brief summary.
"He died of hypothermia and frostbite after saving a girl from drowning in a frozen pond. There were three other kids too, but out of the four that were there altogether, I can only clearly remember one." Rapunzel said in her message that this is what Jack had said to her.
"Was it the girl your dad saved?" Rapunzel had asked.
She told me that Jack said no. "No. The only one who I can remember clear as day is the girl's friend or sister. She was standing on the unbroken ice, looking more frozen than the ice itself. I had to drag her back to land."
"So you only remember her? Not the others?" Was what Rapunzel had asked.
"Just her. The other kids, even the one my dad saved, are kind of a blur. I don't know why I can only remember the one I helped. I just...do." Was what he had told her.
"Do you think if you were ever to run into the girl again, the girl you helped get to land, that you'd know she's the girl from your past?" Rapunzel had asked.
"I don't know. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably not though. I only remember her as a kid. She probably looks totally different now."
"What did she look like then?"
"Pale skin, platinum hair, and a pair of blue eyes that give mine a run for their money."
"Let's say she hasn't changed at all, she's just older now...do you think you'd remember?"
"I think so. Ugh, I really don't know, Zel. Can we talk about something else now?"
And of course, after Rapunzel told me this, I completely malfunctioned. He must know that the girl who he remembers is me. Despite looking a bit confused when he saw me, he must have known who I was as soon as our eyes connected. And if he didn't realize then, surely he must have realized later? What will he do? Hopefully nothing. It's killing me though not knowing if he knows me or not.
And now as our butler pulls up into the school, I wish I was actually dead. I know that's a horrible thing to say, but I can't help it. I've never been so nervous before. Ever since I woke up I had butterflies in my stomach, and when we got out of the car (thank god it's not a limo), I felt those butterflies turn into a raging storm. I fought back every urge to throw up. There's no way I'm going to embarrass myself on the first day of school.
Anna sighed in satisfaction. "For the first time in forever-"
"Your lives can begin!" Rapunzel interrupted with an excited jump.
"Yeah," I say in a shaky voice, "It's agony to wait." I looked down at my outfit one more time, praying to god that people wouldn't think I was too under or over dressed. It took me forever to choose an outfit, but I eventually settled for a pair of light blue skinny jeans, a white blouse, and a matching light blue jean-jacket. I wore black flats and my hair was styled into an elaborate bun. I wore makeup too, but if I keep nervously sweating it's going to be ruined by the time I walk into the building.
"Alright," says Rapunzel, as she gives me an encouraging smile, "here we go."
Anna and I follow her inside, all the way into the cafeteria, where everyone always meets up in the morning before going to class. From the moment I walked inside the building to the moment I sat down next to my cousin in the cafeteria, I received nothing but stares and whispers. The same thing happened during Open House, but it was worse this time since there are more students here. I ignored the stares, knowing that if I looked back I'd end up unintentionally searching for Jack. So instead, I kept my gaze on my entwined hands, which were placed on the table next to my school bag.
"Man," Anna says from the other side of Rapunzel, who was seated between us. "A lot of people were busy in the '90s. If you know what I mean." She winks and Rapunzel burst into laughter.
"Anna get your head out of the gutter," Rapunzel playfully scolded.
"But I like it there," Anna responded, giggling.
They continued to talk, while I remained silent, debating if I should look out into the crowd like they were. I eventually gave in, but it was mainly due to the stares going down a lot. As my eyes scanned the room, I was relieved to see that no one was staring at all anymore. At least from what I could see. I was also relieved when I didn't see Jack anywhere. At the same time though, I was kind of disappointed. The last thing I want is another surprise encounter.
The bell suddenly rings, making me jump, and as everyone got up to leave, I took a moment to breathe and collect myself.
Everything is going to be fine. I can do this. I just need to breathe.
As my sister, cousin, and I get up and follow the crowd, I couldn't help but smile at Anna when we parted ways. She looked so happy, and it partially bewildered me. Not fully because if Anna wasn't excited then she wouldn't be...well herself! She's always happy and excited when it comes to new things. It's an adventure to her. I know how much she hated being cooped up inside. It's just like how I hated being locked up inside my room. However, I'd much rather be there than here. My point is, while I'm not all that shocked at her behavior, I'm still a bit surprised that she doesn't even look the least bit scared at all.
I'm currently terrified. I'm also a bit envious. I wonder what it's like to have her courage.
When Rapunzel and I make it to our first hour class, there were only a few people already in there. Rapunzel wanted to sit in the back because apparently that's where the "cool" kids sit, and luckily for me the back row was the first row you meet when you come through the door, which is where I wanted to sit by. The closest I am to the door, the quicker it'll be for me to leave.
I sat in the last seat of the first row by the door, while Rapunzel sat in front of me. For the first time since I walked into the school, I felt content, and hoped that my seat in my other classes would bring me satisfaction as well. Hopefully there won't be any assigned seating.
"Rapunzel!" A voice exclaims from the door. Rapunzel and I turn and see an Indian girl, smiling the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. She had a pixie-cut hair style that had blue, green, and yellow streaks, purple contacts, and from her ears hung purple feather earrings.
"Tooth!" Rapunzel exclaimed right back then hopped up from her seat to hug the beautiful Indian girl. "You excited to be a Senior?" Rapunzel asked after she pulled away from their hug.
"Of course I'm excited!" Her eyes then gazed over my cousin's shoulders and she gasped when she saw me. "Oh my gosh! You must be one of the new girls and one of Rapunzel's cousins. North said he met you and your sister during Open House and Jack said you ran into him in the hall." (Of course he did. Did he tell her who that I might be the girl from his past?) "I wish I could've been there to meet you, but hey, here I am now. I'm Toothiana Faye, but you can call me Tooth. Are you Elsa or Anna?"
Her energy reminded me of Anna, and I couldn't help but smile. "I'm Elsa. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The pleasure is all mine." Tooth said then another voice joins in.
"Don't even think about putting your fingers in her mouth, Tooth." The voice was Australian and when I turn my head in the direction of the voice, I saw a tall boy with tan skin, green eyes, and dark grey hair make his way toward us.
Tooth rolls her eyes and sits down in the seat across from Rapunzel's. "I wasn't going to, Bunny. Elsa, this is Bunny by the way, and Bunny this is Elsa."
Bunny, or Edmund as I remember Rapunzel saying was his real name, takes the seat in front of Tooth and says, "Nice to meet ya, Elsa. Anyway, Tooth, I saw the yearning in your eyes. I'm just trying to look for you and your victims. One day you're going to get arrested if you keep doing that."
"That's another reason," Rapunzel said to me as she returned to her seat, "why Tooth is called Tooth. She has a weird obsession with teeth. She has a bad habit of sticking her hands in people's mouths, making sure they're clean and whatnot."
"I want to be a dentist, and I haven't done that in a while," Tooth defends. "So stop giving Elsa something to worry about."
Rapunzel and Bunny said something in response to her, and as they spoke I noticed that the room started to fill up with more people. I kept glancing at the door just a few feet away from me, and suddenly hated the spot I chose. If I have Jack in this class, I'll be the first person he sees. However, as the minutes drag on, he never showed. The only thing of him that I had were his adopted relatives, which I don't mind at all. I'd rather have them than him.
The late bell rings and the school day officially began.
~*~
Clarion Hollow, or Mrs. Hollow as I should call her, is my first hour English teacher, and is definitely someone my parents would have liked very much, along with my fourth hour Biology teacher, Tara Haven. When I met both women during Open House, I knew immediately that I would end up liking them the most. Both women are the definition of sophistication and elegance, something I strive to be at all times.
When Mrs. Hollow walked into the room, closing the door behind her, she wore a big smile on her face, and said, "Good Morning, class. I trust everyone had a great summer?"
Responses flew across the room as she made her way to the front, listening to every person who spoke and commenting. This lasted for a few minutes before she went to take roll. I prepared myself, knowing that I would be one of the first few people called.
"Elsa Arendelle?" Mrs. Hollow says.
"Here," I say, raising my hand so she would see me, and ignoring the stares some curious students gave me. Mrs. Hollow smiles when she sees me and marks me off her roster. I had expected her to move on to the next person on the list, but unfortunately, she keeps the spotlight on me.
"Are you liking everything so far?" She asked, sweetly.
"Um...yeah," I lied, nodding as I tried not to shy away. "It's only first hour, but so far so good."
"I'm glad to hear that," she tells me and then says to the class, "In case any of you were wondering, Elsa is a new student. She's been homeschooled all her life up until now and she is also Rapunzel's cousin." It looked like she was about to say more, but much to my luck someone suddenly knocks on the door.
"Oh, Elsa," Mrs. Hollow says, "can you please get that for me?"
"Uh...yeah, sure." I say in a rush, then get up to do as she asked. Getting up in front of everyone did not help stop the redness in my face due to her introduction over me, and the person on the other side of the door didn't help at all either. My breath caught in my throat when I saw who it was on the other side.
Jack looked surprised to see me too. "Elsa? I didn't know you were in this class."
"Um...that's because I didn't tell you." I blurt out in a panic, then turned around in a hurry to return to my seat. Oh my god, why did I say that? I guess it's better than saying nothing though.
I could barely hear Mrs. Hollow speak over the thundering of my heart. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Frost." She said. "Am I to believe you got lost?" I was surprised to see that she was teasing. Shouldn't she be writing him up for being late?
"No, I didn't get lost," Jack said, and to my horror he sits in the empty seat behind Tooth...which was right beside me. "I just forgot to set my alarm clock and woke up late."
A few students chuckle at this, including Mrs. Hollow. "Well, it's a good thing you were named Jack Frost and not Father Time. I'll let it slide today since it's the first day back to school, but try not to make a habit of it. I don't think your grandfather would like that very much."
Jack laughs. "I don't think my mom would like that either. I'll try though." From under his breath I heard him whisper to himself: "But I make no promises."
Tooth heard him too and giggles. "Jack," she whispered to him, "stop being naughty."
He didn't like it when his grandfather had used the word before, but when Tooth said it, he smirked. "I can't help it. You know it's in my DNA."
I don't know why I glanced at him, curiosity maybe, and when I looked over at him, I saw that he was already looking at me. I quickly look away and avoided all eye contact with him for the rest of the hour.
~*~
When first hour ended, I bolted out of the room faster than lightning, not even waiting for my cousin. She quickly caught up to me though and said, "Geez, earlier I could tell that you could barely walk, but now you're practically running. You okay?"
"Obviously not," I say in a defeated tone. "Oh my god, I met his adopted relatives. Do they know? What about North? I never bothered to ask the other day if he knows. And oh god, Jack sits right next to me. What if he sits next to me in our other classes? Ugh I hope I don't have any other classes with him."
"Elsa," Rapunzel says, jumping in front of me so I could stop speed-walking, "everything is going to be okay, alright? Tooth, Bunny, and North never saw you that night or in the aftermath. You don't look familiar to them. Jack may have told them what you looked like all those years ago, but his description describes thousands. And if he told them after Open House about you probably being the girl from that night, I doubt they even believed him. Why would they believe in a mischievous trickster who plays pranks on them all the time? He doesn't have any confirmation. All he has are his thoughts; his own unconfirmed beliefs. Plus, we're not even sure that Jack 100% knows it's you. Yeah, he could be suspicious about your identity, but that doesn't mean he knows for sure."
"Trust me," I say, exasperated. "He knows." I looked around, making sure no one was listening in on the conversation. Rapunzel took that as her chance to pull me to the side of the side of the hall so we weren't in anyone's way.
"He would have came to me demanding answers if he knew for sure," Rapunzel continued, her tone hushed but laced with frustration. "He would have came to me even if he was suspicious, but he hasn't. At least, not yet. We've been friends for awhile, and he now knows you're my cousin. If you were him, you'd have asked me questions by now, right?"
I hesitated in my response. "...right. But what if he's does know for sure, and a reason why he hasn't come to you is because he's in denial?"
"Being in denial also means not being sure," she said, "And the only thing we can really do is wait for his next move. We'll just go with the flow until he eventually confronts one of us."
"And what if he doesn't confront you?" I asked. "What if he only confronts me?" I couldn't stop the grimace that appeared on my face when the scenario played in my head.
"Then you better prepare yourself for it." Rapunzel said, which brought me no comfort.
"That's a horrible response." I bluntly say. "And if he does end up confronting you..." I took a deep, shaky breath in before continuing, "what will you say?"
"Whatever you want me to," she answers with a shrug. "I just..." she breaks off to release a tired sigh. "I just hope that you'll want me to tell him the truth if/when the time comes. I don't like keeping this from him. I've been keeping this a secret from him for 4 years. The secret we've been keeping from Anna has been for 6 years. I just...I hate it so much. I've nearly told him about me being there that night so many times. I nearly told him that the girl who he keeps wondering about is a relative of mine. I've nearly told Anna-"Merida wav
"What?!" I hissed, then winced when I realized how loud I was.
Rapunzel shushed me and said, "I said nearly. That doesn't mean I did. Now I have a question."
I already didn't like it. "And that is?"
"Let's say that neither of us tell him the truth," she started; I already hated where it was going, "but he doesn't believe it. The only other person he can go to for answers...is Anna." My entire body stiffens and my brain short circuits at the thought.
"W-Why on earth would you say that?" I stammered out, eyes wide.
"I'm just saying," she said, sighing as she ran a hand through her hair. "If we don't give him the truth, he may go to Anna, which would then probably lead to her finding out what really happened."
Oh no, no, no, no, no.
"So..." I start out as I processed everything. "You're pretty much telling me to tell him the truth when he asks for it or risk him going to Anna and revealing what really happened to her that night."
"Pretty much, but we can worry about it later. We're about to be late for our second class." She links her arm through mine and quickly leads the way to our next class.
I don't even remember walking as my thoughts took over my mind. It never occurred to me that he could go to Anna for answers. I always thought it would be me. It never even occurred to me that Rapunzel might have known him for all these years too. I have known about her going to Burgess High ever since she started four years ago, and I have always wondered if Jack had attended the same school; it never clicked that if he did go to the same school that they would be seeing each other. And now look...they're apparently best friends.
They didn't talk in first hour though. However, that's probably because Mrs. Hollow was speaking and the whole class silenced themselves as she spoke. The respect she has is really impressive. Mrs. Haven probably has the same amount of respect too.
I also want to know why Rapunzel never told me that she went to school with him. Yes, I know I barely talked to her and Anna after the accident, but this is something she would have normally told me about. Was she trying to spare me or something? Has she told her parents? They would have warned me about him, right? Or would they have kept it a secret like Rapunzel did? I wonder how differently things would have gone if Rapunzel had told him everything four years ago. It sure would have made things easier for me since I would never have been there at the time.
When Rapunzel and I make it to our second hour, Tooth and Bunny were already there, sitting in the back, and of course, Rapunzel and I sat with them. Rapunzel greets them again while I searched the room for Jack. He was nowhere to be seen again, but that's how it first started out in my previous hour until he unexpectedly showed up late. Rapunzel must have read my mind because she asks: "Is Jack in this class too?"
"No," Tooth replied, "He has Bio this hour." My entire body relaxed at those six words and I found it so much easier to breathe.
"What about the rest of his schedule? I know you know it too." Rapunzel went on, teasing her friend a little bit. "I had two classes with him last year and it sucked, so I hope we have more." I knew that that was partially a real reason, but it wasn't the main true reason why she asked; the main true reason was so I could know what other classes I should expect to see him in.
"Well," Tooth begins as she starts to count off her fingers, "His first hour is English, second hour is Biology, third hour is Math, fourth hour is History, fifth hour is Foreign Language, and sixth hour is Hockey practice."
I mentally cursed. I, obviously, have first hour with him, but now I have him in third and fifth hour too. That's half of my classes.
"Dang it," Rapunzel says, genuinely looking upset. "I only have two classes with him again. English and Math."
"It's better than nothing," says Tooth.
"I wish I had no classes with him," Bunny grumbled, annoyed. "I have three, so I count you lucky for being one class short. He's so freaking annoying."
Tooth smacked his arm. "Be nice," she sternly said, her eyes narrowed into a threatening glare. "He only bugs you so much because he likes your overreactions. Whether you like it or not, he's family."
Bunny sighs as he leaned back against his seat, eyes closed. "I never said he wasn't, Tooth." His eyes then shoot open and he snaps his head over to Tooth, obviously offended. "Hey, wait, I do not overreact!" His exclamation caused a few kids to turn around.
Tooth and Rapunzel giggle, and I admit that I even cracked a smile, but then the loud sound of the classroom door slamming causes the three of us to jump in surprise. Everyone goes silent as heads turn to the front. Standing in front of the door, examining us with an unimpressed expression, was who I suspected to be our teacher. Every teacher I have is new, but from what I have been told, she, along with my math teacher who I have next hour, are new to the school. So the scary woman I'm currently looking at is new to everyone. She wasn't even here during Open House, so this is the first time all of us are actually seeing her too. For all I know, she might not even be my actual teacher.
As she slowly walked towards the board, I studied her features. She's a slender woman with curly black hair and appears to be middle aged, however her outfit definitely didn't match her age. It was too revealing for my taste, something a woman 20 years younger than she would wear; however, it's a free country and I shouldn't judge. I just don't think it's exactly professional. I bet the boys are loving every bit of it though, considering she's showing a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg. If the boys in her classes ever pay attention it definitely isn't the lesson they are paying attention to.
My schedule said her name is Miss Gothel, and as she wrote the name on the board, I knew then that she really is the new teacher I'd be having for the next 10 months. When she turned around to face the class, she said in an unhappy tone, "Hello class. My name is Miss Gothel. I will be your new history teacher for the year. I have been teaching for many years, but this is my first time teaching at Burgess. So hopefully, you won't give me a hard time. Or else."
Rapunzel and I look at each other, and just from her expression, I knew she was thinking the same thing I was: This woman is scary.
Miss Gothel goes to her computer, clicks on the screen a few times, and starts naming off kids on her roster. When she gets to me, she stutters on my last name and looks like she just received the the shock of the century. "Elsa Are...Are-Arendelle? What?" She leaned forward and squinted at the screen, reading over what I guessed was my name.
Rapunzel and I look at each other again and her confused face mirrored mine. Does she know me? Maybe she knows my parents.
Miss Gothel clears her throats and looks into the class, "Do I have an Elsa Arendelle?"
"Here," I hesitantly say as I raised my hand. When Miss Gothel noticed me, her eyes widened again, and when I saw her eyes glance at Rapunzel I swear the color in her face vanished. She looks as though she was seeing ghosts. However, not even a second later, she quickly looks back at her computer and continues on with the list. She stammered over Rapunzel's name too, and didn't even bother looking at her like she had done with everyone else before.
When she was done taking roll, she immediately jumps into our first lesson, but I couldn't focus at all and it finally wasn't about Jack. Why did Miss Gothel react that way? She has to know Rapunzel and I, or at least our parents. Why else would she react the way she did? She could barely control her shock. I wonder if Mama and Papa know her, or Aunt Arianna and Uncle Frederic? She didn't act like a shocked fan either (I don't know why she'd be a fan anyway. Yeah, we're rich as hell and very famous in the business world despite being private a lot of the time, but we're not celebrities). No, her shock was more like...like a victim seeing their offender after a very long time.
Thankfully, the class went by a lot quicker than it did in first hour, and as Rapunzel and I gather our things to head to third hour, I felt someone watching me. I glance up and noticed that it was Miss Gothel. I had only looked at her for a split second, but our eyes connected, and I felt very uncomfortable. There's just something about her that's...off.
My body tensed up when Rapunzel and I walked past her desk, and it took all my might not to look back at her again. She never took her eyes off of us, and I had a feeling that she knew I was well aware of it. When we were finally out of her sight, I found it easier to breathe again, and Rapunzel says, "Okay, you felt her eyes on you too right?"
I nodded and sighed in relief that she felt it too. "I did. Thank god, you noticed it too. I was afraid I was being paranoid."
"Me too! I legit got goosebumps," she raises her arm and, just as she said, the goosebumps were there. "It was weird," she continued as she lowered her arm back to her side, "Not as weird as her only stuttering over our names and looking at us as though we were a pair of ghosts though."
I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but I think she might know our parents. Maybe that's why she acted like that."
"Maybe," Rapunzel said, shrugging, "I honestly hope so. I would feel less creeped out if that were the case. Hopefully, our third hour teacher isn't weird and scary either like she is."
"Don't jinx us."
Unfortunately, she did.
Rapunzel and I were the first students to enter the classroom, but already in the room, erasing the board, was a tall, lithe man. He wore a black suit that blended perfectly with his pale skin, and his hair matched his outfit. Actually, it was darker than his suit. Never have I ever seen glossy black hair as dark as his; it was the darkest black I have ever seen and it was slicked back, creating sharp spikes on the back of his head. On my schedule, it even says that his name is Mr. Black. What a weird coincidence. I didn't catch his eyes though, but I didn't need to to already feel intimidated.
"Take a seat wherever you'd like," he said, without looking at us or stopping his task. He sounded like he didn't want to be here, just as Miss Gothel had sounded like earlier, and I knew immediately that I wasn't going to like him either.
Rapunzel and I take our seats in the back, and as soon as I sat down, I heard the chime of a phone notification go off. It came from the front, and it wasn't until another chime went off a second later that I noticed it was coming from Mr. Black's phone on his desk. He ignored his phone until a third chime was heard. With an annoyed groan, he angrily turns around and clicks on his phone. While he was distracted, Rapunzel took the opportunity to whisper to me.
"Geez, what is up with our new teachers looking so shady. He seems off to you too right?" She says, and I nod.
"Yeah," I whisper back as I carefully watched him. Now that he's facing the front, I noted that he had a very angular face, and that his eyes were an abnormal golden yellow color. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "He looks meaner than Gothel."
"More like scarier." She slightly turned her head to look at Mr. Black, but as soon as she did, Mr. Black suddenly snaps his head up. My heart jolted as Rapunzel and I quickly averted our eyes, but during that split second, I saw his expression. It was the same shocked expression that Gothel had. He too, looked like he had just seen ghosts.
I sat anxiously in my seat, keeping my gaze down on my fidgeting hands, and had waited for him to say something. For some reason I expected him to say something, even though Gothel didn't. He looks like the kind of man that isn't afraid to speak his mind. However, Gothel looks like she isn't afraid to speak her thoughts too. Hmm...
Anyway, instead of hearing his voice, I hear the squeaking of the markers on the board. Curiosity made me boldly look back up, and when I did, I saw his back facing us; he was going back to his task, writing more roughly than before. Perhaps it was my eyes playing tricks on me, but even from all the way in the back where I sat, I could see how very tense he looked. Luckily for us, more students walked in. He says nothing to them, and once again Rapunzel grabs my attention.
"Okay, first," she whispers, sounding very on edge, "they both look mean and scary, and second they both looked at us as though they've seen us before. What the heck is going on? Do you think him and Gothel know each other? They look like they could be siblings. They were probably friends with our parents. How else would you explain BOTH of the new teachers giving us surprised looks when they saw us? As soon as we get home, I'm telling mom. This is too weird, and I need answers."
"Answers to what?" A voice asked behind us, right by our ears. I jumped out of my skin, while Rapunzel yelped.
"Jack!" She exclaimed and reach over to smack his shoulder, "Do you want me to have a heart attack?"
Jack laughs when she hits him and sits in the seat across from me...again. "Stop being so dramatic, Punzie. I think Hiccup's dramatic flare is rubbing off on you." Before she could protest and before I could even question who this Hiccup person is, Jack's attention went straight to me and he asked, without skipping a beat, "So how's everything going so far?"
I almost choked. "Oh...um...okay I guess." I replied, shrugging, and of course avoiding his eyes.
"Except for the fact that the two new teachers somehow know us," Rapunzel added, making her voice low again as she stared at Mr. Black, who was still writing on the board.
"Wait," said Jack, pointing to the front, "you mean Mr. Boogeyman over there and the old lady who dressed like a slutty teen knows you?"
"Well we think," Rapunzel explained, "They both looked at Elsa and I in surprise. Like they couldn't believe in what they were seeing. We think they might know our parents, and if they don't...then I'm seriously freaked out."
"Maybe they were blown away by yours and Elsa's beauty?" Jack teased, making Rapunzel giggle. The only thing I did was blush. Did he just...flirt with me?
"I seriously doubt that," says my cousin. "But thank you for the compliment."
Jack sends her a wink. "Any time, Princess." Princess? She lets him call her Princess? Her nicknames have always been either Rap, Zel, or Punzie. "Seriously though," he continued as he leaned back in his seat and made himself comfortable, "they probably do know your parents. Whether it's personally or not. I haven't had the lady yet, but I saw her in the hall earlier. They both look like drinkers, the woman especially. So if they drink your dad's beer, they're probably a fan of him, and know what you look like because they're creepy stalkers who looked you up on the internet."
Rapunzel and I look at each other, sharing the same uncomfortable expression. "That sounds-"
"Unpleasant," I interrupt, grimacing. I'd rather they know us by knowing our parents personally; if they know us simply by looking us up on the internet, then I'm going to transfer into different classes. That's just too weird for me. God, the day isn't even over with. Can it get any weirder?
Jack chuckles. "Life's unpleasant. You just gotta learn how to deal with it." That's easier said than done.
How the hell am I supposed to deal with two strange teachers who somehow know me? And most importantly, how the hell am I supposed to deal with him? The boy from my past. The boy whose name I finally know after all these years.
The mysterious Jack Frost.