My next destination | Elsa x Fem!Reader

2 - The Grease Gang

On your way to school, you try to ease your dad into the idea that maybe he shouldn't drop you off right in front of the building.

"Someone might recognize you and I don't want you to be swarmed by a mob of fans."

"(Y/N), don't be silly. I don't think my main audience includes teenagers in the midst of puberty. Besides I want to make sure you get into the building safely." He reasons with you.

That was an awful attempt, you think to yourself, get your game together honestly, (Y/N). 

"Come on dad there are probably plenty of cars too. Everyone is going to be in a real hurry. What if you scratch up the new car?"

"I'm starting to think you don't want to be seen with your old man, little one."

"Whaaaat? No, dad. Why would you even think that? Sheesh." You say rather flustered and with a tiny chuckle.

"No matter. We're there in a minute and I'm dropping you off in front of the building. Be glad I don't see the need to accompany you into the classroom."

"Fine." You answer grimly. 

You're glad your dad is looking out for you but you're still trying to find friends and being seen with your dad is like a no-go. Or so you have heard at least. Last night you spend hours looking up guides on how to behave as a Highschool student. Being seen with your parents is apparently embarrassing but you have yet to find out why exactly. Your other friends always thought your parents were really nice. 

Deep in thoughts, you again fail to realise your dad is talking to you. 

"(Y/N)! How often do you want to do that from now on? I'm trying to tell you that we're there. Get your backpack and try to make some friends, will you? And stay away from any boys. And text me if there are any problems. I'll pick you up later. Just call, ok?"

"Yeah, dad, don't worry I got it. See you later. Love you." You already got out of the car while he was talking to you. With your backpack on your shoulder, you wave to your dad and turn around to face the building. 

It looks exactly like you imagined. A huge brick building with lots of students going inside. The smile returned to your face and you started walking towards the building. First thing you had to do was see the school secretary to get your timetable. 

As you passed the parking lot you saw a group of boys in leather jackets sitting on the hood of a red, expensive-looking car. How stereotypical you thought. These must be the bullies then. They looked a bit like the guys from Grease. Boys are weird sometimes.

You continued walking but you heard shouting coming from the bullies. As you turned around you noticed a group of three walking towards the Grease boys. Two girls and a boy. The girls stayed a little behind while the boy with blonde hair walked towards the bullies looking very angry.

"Who do you think you are, dumbass?" the blond boy started.

"Hans Oldenburg. But you know that don't you, pale face?" a red-haired guy answered. He seemed to be the leader of the group. He wore a leather jacket just as all the other boys were. He seemed to have- wait a minute are these sideburns? Why in heavens' name would anyone wear sideburns? 

You edged closer to the group you didn't want to miss seeing your first ever Highschool argument. 

"Kristoff, please stop. He's not worth it." That comment came from one of the girls, who came with the boy, Kristoff. She wore her red hair in twin braids over her shoulders. 

Next to her stood another girl with platinum blonde hair and a frown on her face. You felt the need to comfort her rise inside of you. Wait, what? Why would you want to do that? She looked uncomfortable and you wanted to hit whoever made her feel that way. The one at fault would probably be the sideburns Grease boy over there.