P. I. E. [Project: Inducing Elsa] (STOPPED)

8: Lucky you, you're brain is too big to even fit inside your head

8: Lucky you, you're brain is too big to even fit inside your head.

ELSA

"Do you like me?" Jack asked all of a sudden which made a skip in my heartbeat. My lips started to dry up. "J-Jack, what are you-" "I'm just kidding." He gave a winning and arrogant smile which sent me to frustration. He chuckled. "You looked like your hopes were all up." He teased making me fume.

"That's because strangers don't ask unnecessary questions like that! You heard me right. You don't have to know me better because we're just strangers, living-" "Whoa, whoa," He cut me off. "I can't have that, Lee. Let's just start as friends, can we?" He raised an eyebrow which I honestly find dashing. I fluttered my eyelashes unconciously as he speak.

"Let's just get this over with," I sigh, stretching my arms towards the edge of the table. He stared sternly at me with that wickedly hot smirk, signing me to start this 'conversation' but my mouth refuses me to do so. It's like he glued them together with one stare. I bet he's really a mutant.

"Okay," I said awkwardly. "Basically, I'm Elsa Lee Rhindale, also known as Ellie; heiress of Rhindale Luxury Hotel-I bet you're just trying to gather information about our family business for the benefits of yours, huh?" I cut myself off with an accusement which gave amusement on his face.

"Don't be ridiculous, Elsa Lee." He said in a chuckle which pissed me off. He sounds like he's mocking my name when he says it that way. I hope I'm not turning red out of embarrassment or anger. "Let's just skip the business part for your content." He offered which I highly considered.

"Anyway, I'm from Meirville and the city is actually alien to me." His eyes lit. "I could tour you around, some other time." A smile crept to his face and I could feel the excitement in his aura, when he spoke. He doesn't look like he's messing with me but he's actually trying to be nicer or closer. Is he trying to make a bond between us?

He's just messing with you El.

My rational mind reminded me. Yeah, he's just trying to find ever person's weak spot. I don't have to show him that because who knows, he might use it against me. I always need to be conscious at any state, now that we're roomates.

Now that we're roomates. I'm feeling that it's easier to say than the real unexpected outcome. I looked at him and he was just too hard to read. I read in teen fictions that cold/ mysterious or even casanova guys are too hard to read-and I didn't know that I'll come to this point with that same concept. It's real. He's real. A fictional-like character! I inwardly gasped at the thought.

"Jackson Rivory Frost. SC moderator of the school and heir of Rivory Hotel Inc.; I live back in New Zeland but good enough to study here in NYC. I like Italian foods, dogs, and horror movies. You?" He trailed, waiting for my answer.

What? He's asking for my likes? My interests? This is getting weirder. Though he did say that he want to know me better so he still has a point. But be careful not to tell him things that are too personal. Especially the Hotel. Mouth. Is. Zipped.

"Uhm, perhaps teen fiction books, Ice skating, desserts, 5SOS, Pewdiepie, and-" What else? "Hellokitty?" I finished in a questioning tone. I can't believe I just told him the character that I'm so obsessed about! Aargh, I'm so stupid. He'll think I'm in kindergarden, playing with cute little HK toys or building her doll-house legos!

I saw him chuckle which made my cheeks go red. "There's nothing wrong with her!" I cried defensively. When it comes with my interests, I'll go nuts, defending them when someone says something negative about it. It just makes my blood boil. I harshly stabbed my steak with my fork.