Sing!

Chapter Eleven: Trust Me

MUSIC TOUCHES US EMOTIONALLY, WHERE WORDS CAN'T.

|Johnny Depp|

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The night continued. The night 's air was still cold and brisk. Sending, all those who entered its domain, goosebumps and shivers all along their body. The number of layers didn't seem to effect, everyone was cold.

Elsa was still sitting at her table. Bored as ever.

Time flowed like cement. Elsa checked her watch for the hundredth time. A minute had passed since she last checked an hour ago, or so it seemed. Her foot tapped rhythmically up and down, her cheeks feeling tight. People watching had becoming tiring and her research was fully satisfied. Elsa supposed she could get up and leave, it wasn't as if Jack would miss her, but still, she sat and watched.

Never the less, Elsa gazed her surroundings. Then Elsa saw something she wished she hadnt't. Peter. Not only that but Peter was with another girl. Elsa recognised her as Jane, a girl in the sophomore class.

Swiftly Elsa turned, hoping Peter had not spotted her sitting all alone. Thinking, Elsa bit her lip. An idea had come to her mind but she was reluctant to carry it out. However, seeing Peter wrap his arms around Jane, Elsa took a deep breath and began to move.

Standing up, Elsa glided over towards Jack and his partner. The two were caught up with each other as they danced with the slow-paced music. Coughing, Elsa gained Jack's attention.

"Please, dance with me," Elsa begged solemnly. Elsa could only hope that Jack was not still mad at her.

Elsa watched how Jack turned to glance at his partner, "please," Elsa added sweetly as she observed him gaze back towards her. Walking away, Jack gestured for Elsa to come forward. Elsa gave an apologetic smile towards the girl while she merely scoffed in disgust.

At first, Jack was reluctant to hold Elsa close. He considered it to be uncomfortable and awkward if he were to pull her close to him. After a few minuted of Elsa following Jack's movement, Elsa stopped him and gave him a sigh. Jack knew what she meant.

Reluctantly, Jack took Elsa's hand in his. Bringing her close, Jack wrapped his free hand around Elsa tiny figure. Elsa leant her head against Jack strong shoulder, peering over towards Peter. Ducking her head when Peter's eyes met her own.

It wasn't bad. Her closeness was no awkward or uncomfortable. It was comforting and warming.

Elsa followed Jack's movement's as she herself had no coordination. The two swayed with each other. Getting used to the closeness of each other.

Jack's hand began to snaking lower than necessary. Elsa could feel his hand glide over her rear end. Feeling uncomfortable, Elsa reached his hand and moved it back to its proper place. Again, Jack tried. Swifty, Elsa removed his hands and pushed him slightly. Glaring towards him, while he appeared shocked at her aggressive movements.

The two stared at one another. Something sparked.

Jack, gradually, as if not to scare her, wrapped his arms back around her waist. Drawing her closer to his own body, the two etched forward. Elsa watched him cautiously, still unsure if to trust him. Moderately, Jack moved his head forward, berrying his head into the crook of Elsa's neck. Still remaining cautious with Jack movements, Elsa took a few moments to adjust to Jack actions. Elsa coasted her hand around his neck, berrying her own face into the crook of Jack's neck. Enclosing his hands tighter around her waist, Jack made sure no space was left between the two.

Inching her nose a little nearer to his neck, Elsa breathed in his scent which was nothing not all like her father's. In fact, his scent was so much more exotic; she could recognise the brand of cologne he used – one of her favourites – intermingling with the outlandish aroma. He consisted of a scent that represented freshly cut timber, like the damp forest after a rainy day; he smelt heavenly, like fresh-scented pine and honey.