Summer Love (Jelsa)

Chapter 10

❄️Elsa's POV❄️

It's been 20 minutes since I've seen Jack. I was starting to get worried.

"Mer! Have you see Jack?" I asked.

"No. Sorry. Haven't seen him."

"Ugh!" I grumbled in frustration. I checked the bathroom. He wasn't there. I checked my bedroom. He was there. But he was with.... MASSIE?!?!? And they were.... KISSING?!?!?

Massie didn't hear me come in. I walked up behind her and grabbed the back of her collar.

"Elsa! What the hell are you doing? This is designer!"

"Yeah, well, now it's trash! But, I think the better question Massie, is what the hell are YOU doing?!?!?" I asked furiously.

"I was just uh..." she paused.

"YOU WERE TRYING TO DO MY BOYFRIEND!" I yelled. "Now. I'll give you 2 options. 1.) you can walk out the door. 2.) I can throw you off the balcony.

"Door please," she said.

"Elsa! I can-" Jack started,but I stopped him.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear a word from you! And stay there until I get back!" I dragged Massie downstairs and almost literally threw her out the door.

"And I don't ever wanna see your cheap ass face again!" I shouted at her and slammed the door.

"Elsa! You ok?" Claire asked.

"Get out of my way, Kuh-laire!" I yelled.

"Elsa! I think you need to calm down before you go back up there," Rapunzel warned.

"Not until I've yelled at Jack," I said, shoving her out of my way.

"Els! Be careful," Hiccup warned. Then, Eugene stopped in front of me.

"Elsa, how much have you had to drink?" he asked, placing his hands on my shoulders so I wouldn't walk away.

"Couple beers. Why? Do you got a problem with that, mom?" I asked.

"Just don't do anything you'll regret," he whispered as he let me go. I ran up the stairs.

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When I got back upstairs, Jack didn't hear my walk in. He was sitting in the desk chair. Elbows on his knees, hands running through his silvery white hair. I slammed the door and he turned around.

"Elsa, I can explain."

"Proceed," I said in a displeased tone, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Massie's grip was too strong for me to get out of."

"That's bullshit Jackson! I've known her my whole life. That girl couldn't have a strong grip if all of her fucking Prada and Gucci bags depended on it! She can't even open a tube of lip gloss by herself!" I yelled.

"But it's the truth! I-" he began, but I stopped him.

"Save it! I don't wanna hear it!" I said, putting my hand in his face. I began walking towards the balcony.

"How am I supposed to get out of her grip if it's too strong for me?" he asked, but I ignored him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him, but I wiggled my way out of his grip.

"Like that," I replied. I jumped off of the balcony and landed on the ground. Then, I began running towards the woods.