Jelsa (19) The Beginning of Something

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Elsa's left eye twitched in annoyance, her hand trembling as she grasped her red cup of beer tighter. Why did she had to subject herself to this torture? Why did she had to agree to third wheel into their date when she knew fully well that it could only disturb and disgust her? If only she could take back the promise that she made three hours ago, then maybe she'd be back at home, watching Netflix and eating ice cream out of the tub.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down. Remember, she thought, they're your friends, Elsa. Also, you're a good friend. But I swear, if I hear one more giggling, I'd —

"Elsa!" Rapunzel squealed, jumping onto her back, giggling loudly. "Elsa! Elsa! What are you doing here?"

Elsa blew a strand away from her eyes and looked over her shoulder where her friend's chin lay. "Oh, you know"—she shrugged—"enjoying my own private party."

Rapunzel pouted. "Why? Don't you want to party with us?" Behind her, Eugene, the boy she'd been having a date with and made Elsa a third wheel, hollered and jumped at the pool table.

Elsa blinked. "I don't know about you, Punz, but a College Party is not an ideal first date." But of course, she'd already told this to her friend a couple of hours ago.

"I know." Still, Rapunzel smiled as bright as her hair. "But I like Eugene, Elsa! He's so sweet and attentive and so patient! You know my Anti Dating plan this year right? You know I don't plan on dating right?" She didn't wait for her to answer. "Well, Eugene is the exception and I really like him. I know this isn't the date that you want but I like it and it's because Eugene invited me and—"

"Rapunzel," Elsa said, cutting her off, "I know you like the man but you don't have to ramble. I completely understand."

Rapunzel's tan cheeks were now tinged pink. "Okay!" She giggled and went back to Eugene who was now topless and dancing on the pool table.

Elsa shook her hand before pouring her drink on the plant beside her. She tossed the cup on the floor and weaved herself in the crowd. She decided to leave before the party turned chaotic but the door they came through was blocked. She didn't know what to do so she returned to Rapunzel and Eugene who were grinding their bodies in an attempt of a dance on top of the pool table.

That's it, Elsa fumed to herself, her hands curling into a tight fist. She needed some peace and quiet before she could explode in the middle of the room. So, asking around a couple of people, she was given the directions of the bathroom which was on the second floor. She quickly went up before Rapunzel or Eugene decided to find her and pull her into their crowd.

Elsa searched for the bathroom but she was too preoccupied to remember the directions that she ended up into someone's bedroom. The room was empty and, thinking that it could be her time alone, she locked the door behind her. She eyed the gray walls, the sport posters, and the single and rumpled bed on the side of the door.

The room was not neat yet untidy either. Elsa eyed the hockey jersey with a number 25 stapled on the wall and thought that the bedroom owner was either a hockey player or a fan, but judging from the skates and hockey stick she spied on the corner, it would be the former. She sat on the bed and massaged her temples, getting calmer and calmer by the silence of the room. In fact, she could hardly hear the music from downstairs.

She pulled out her phone, sent a quick text message to Rapunzel that she went home in case she was looking for her, and landed on the comfy bed on her back. Just as she was getting comfortable, the door inside the room that led to the bathroom abruptly opened and a guy came out rubbing his wet silver hair with a towel.

Elsa jumped, her expression was of complete horror especially when she noticed that the guy wasn't wearing any shirt, just his loose jeans. The guy, however, hadn't realized that a stranger was in his room but rather thinking it was his friend coming to check up on him.

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