Jack's Pov
"Hey Jack. I heard there's gonna be three new girls. Rapunzel Corona, Anna Winters, and Els-." My friend hiccup was cut offby the sound off a loud engine. We run around until we get to the back doors of the school and burst out. We see a very breathtaking sight. An icy blue motorcycle! I don't even ride one to school! My name is jack frost and I am a player. But back to the story. Someone is getting off. When they pull off the helmet I see red lips very little makeup and platinum blond hair. A GIRL?!?! She pulls off her leather jacket and puts it on the motorcycle. She is HOT!! I SMILE and walk towards her while her back is turned. I put my hands on her waist, but I suddenly find myself on the ground. "Don't touch me!" She says turning around. I scurry to my feet. "Jack frost." I say. "Elsa Winters" she replies. The bell rings and she runs past me really fast. I just found my next target.
Elsa POV
Okay so maybe I'm not used to much attention. But thinking I'm okay with a random stranger coming up and putting his hands on my waist? HELL. NO!!! I did what I would do in any situation like this. I flipped him onto his back and told him not to touch this. Nothing wrong with that, right? Anyway, I found out that his name is Jack Frost. I do regret telling him my name though. I run at the sound of the first bell signaling its almost time for class. I get my locker number and schedule. Wanna know why I'm angry right now? I got a locker next to what seems like the popular kid. And I read one of the thousand MARRY ME notes stuck to his locker and found out that its that frost guy. Uhgg!! Let me just say. What. A. Flirt. Players get on my nerves. They giddy you up, make you they're girlfriend and then dump you. Then they move on to the next girl in just a couple of DAYS and acts like your invisible! So much drama. Not looking forward to having a boyfriend. I only wanna die alive, never by the hands of a broken heart.(break free
) Love is a no no. So dont even try me. Okay?
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Dangerous
RandomElsa. Not the shy, good girl type that blushed maybe every five minutes. More like the bad girl with a little sass in her voice when you treat her wrong. So don't mistake her for a good girl. Harder to get than you could ever imagine. At least that...