Soulmates || Jelsa fanfic

Chapter 21

Jacks' POV:

My partner was just looking over her sheet music over and over agin while I tried learning the piano part. 

I was getting kind of fed up with the same recurring notes over and over again and decided to take a break.

"Hey, do you want to take a little break?" I asked the quiet platinum blonde.

"Sure." she replied, not looking me in the eye.

I got off of the piano stool and sat down next to her on the carpeted ground.

"What do you want to do to kill time?" She asked as she put down her sheet music.

"Do you want to talk?" I asked lying down with my hands cushioning my head.

She didn't respond for a bit but finally agreed.

"So..." I started.

"So..." she said.

damn, I didn't think it would be this awkward, I mean I barley know her.

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked.

"Blue." she said while doodling in her notebook.

"Cool, I also like blue."

"Yeah, its a very common colour." she said while sighing.

What was wrong with her? I was just trying to converse like a normal human.

"Okay, how about you tell me about your hobbies," I said trying again.

"I like building things, I also like skating." she replied nonchalantly, still drawing.

I started getting a bit irritated as she was treating me like I was invisible.

"What is wrong with you?" I finally asked.

She ignored me and kept drawing.

"I haven't been mean to you today, I haven't been annoying, I am just trying to get to know you better." I said nearly hissing.

She just rolled her eyes, but I caught a glimpse of sadness and hatred in her eyes. 

Im so confused.

Elsas' POV:

I can't give in. Not after what he did to me.

FOR GODS SAKE! HE ALMOST KILLED ME!

I wanted to cry. But I couldn't, not infront of him.

"So..." he started.

"So..." I said not really wanting to talk to him.

"What's your favourite colour?" he asked.

This just brought back memories to when we first met.

"Blue." I replied trying to hold back my emotions.

"Cool, I also like blue."

'I know,' I said to myself.

"Yeah, it's a very common colour." I said, working on my art project.

"Okay, how about you tell me about your hobbies," He asked.

Now I think the tears are threatening to fall.

Does he really not remember?

He asked these exact questions the first day I met him in kindergarten.

I guess I really meant nothing to him.

Maybe that's why he wanted me gone.

"I like building things, I also like skating." I replied nonchalantly, still drawing.