Searching for a Perfect Day

Mean Streak Part Two

AN: Did you finish Part 1? If not head on over there, cuz this chapter won’t make much sense. 

Chapter 18: Mean Streak Part Two

“A freakin’ secret room? This room is seriously the most amazingroom in the world.”

“Shh…just ‘cuz it’s secret doesn’t mean it’s soundproof,” Hayley berates, looking through the one way glass at an empty library.

The doorbell rang not too long, Hayley ushering them towards the sidewall where a large framed mirror hangs. In retrospect Anna thinks that it does seem a bit out of place, but when the brunette pushes one of the white rock panels through and a latch comes out followed by the creak of the entire wall…she finds the magic of the Hanging Library that much more enchanting. For some reason, the idea of owning a property with Elsa and letting her sister go all out makes it an even more exciting prospect.

“I want a secret room too,” Anna whispers excitedly into the older girl’s ear, garnering an easy chuckle. 

Long fingers comb through the redhead’s bangs, the small, but now ingrainedly familiar action still sending pleasurable shivers atop her scalp, before gathering her in, her back ensconced to blonde’s her front. She feels the small attention they gather from her sister’s classmates, but both of them ignore it easily enough, Elsa encompassing the smaller girl’s waist with protective arms, locking her in, and using her sloped shoulders as a resting place for her chin. Anna squares her shoulders just a bit more to give her further comfort. 

They’re standing at the leftmost corner of the room, Hayley beside them, and Kareem and Andrew to the very right. It’s a bit of a tight fit—the secret cubby is probably used to housing maybe two people at the most, but it doesn’t come across as an important detail. 

Hayley hushes all of them one final time just as footsteps and voices become noticeable from the entryway. 

“…glad you can make it on such short notice Mr. Grierson.”

They hear before they see the professor, the two men coming across the threshold momentarily, and she finally sees him again: short, spiky dirty blond hair, dark blue eyes, tight fit boot cut jeans, and a white muscle shirt gives him this innate swagger that automatically makes her peg him as an absolute LA Fitness douchebag. 

She’s not very far from that string of truth, and she feels her blood curdling at the mere look of him, her hands tightening to hammer-like fists. She wants to push through the wall and get her knuckles acquainted with his jaw, but it seems Elsa can read her body language alone because the hold on her waist tightens noticeably.  Anna breathes through her mouth, inhale, exhale, repeat, and after a long moment, leans back into the comforting presence of her sister’s strong body, a small almost imperceptible kiss placed atop her shoulder.

That bit of placation will do, for now. 

Upon closer inspection at the still walking man, a delirious sense of mirth bubbles in her chest when she sees that he actually looks pretty nervous. His usually overconfident demeanor is dwarfed into unattractive uneasiness and his hands keep brushing along the length of his head, front to back over gel spiked hair, every ten seconds. What he’s left with by the time they’re at the threshold of the sunken area is a messy top that makes him look to be akin an animal in a cage.