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Elsa

I wasn’t supposed to be here.

I'd never been to a high school party in my entire life, but my mom had no second thoughts when she shoved me out the door with a tight red dress and an impossible wish. "Go make some friends, honey."

So here I was. Standing infront the open door, with a copy of Pride and Prejudice in my hands. Yes, I brought a book to a party, I was that girl.

The moment I stepped through the door, the laughter started.

"Oh look, it’s Nosy Elsa," A girl with perfect curls and too much lip gloss sneered. And just like that, people laughed, fingers pointed, cameras clicked.

"Why is she even here, did she miss her way to the library?" Another girl asked, as the laughter continued. But I ignored them, and kept walking, my book clutched tightly to my chest, and my head down.

Then, boom... I bumped into something, or someone.

"Watch it, ugly," Laureen hissed, her mascaraed eyes narrowed at me.

Before I could even apologize, she snatched my inhaler from my nose and held it high above her head.

"Laureen, please..." I stammered, reaching up. "I... I need that."

"Oh, you need it?" she said mockingly, twirling it between her fingers like a toy. "Awwww, does little Nosy Elsa need her medicine?"

The crowd laughed, her friend Rose snatched the inhaler mid-air and tossed it across the room to Anna, another minion.

I gasped, my lungs were already tightening and my vision blurring.

"P... Please… I can't breathe." I dropped to my knees, the room spinning.

Rose laughter echoed, followed by another high-pitched sound, then a voice.

"Give it back. Now."

A shape moved toward me. Someone knelt beside me, pressing the inhaler to my nose.

"Breathe Elsa. You're okay. I'II get water." I recognized the voice instantly. It was Sarah, my neighbor and only friend.

Air rushed back to my lungs, so fast it burned. I blinked as the world slowly came back into focus. But the party hadn’t stopped. 

I stood, my heart pounded, and my feet trembled. I just wanted to disappear.

So I ran through the living room, into the hallway, up the stairs. I didn’t know where I was going, I just needed away.

I found a corridor with a line of doors. Just hide, I told myself, just for the night. I grabbed the first doorknob and pushed it open...

And then I was pulled inside, the door slammed shut. Strong arms, muscles, and a scent of alcohol, was all I could make out through the darkness.

"I’ve been waiting for you all night," a low voice slurred near my ear.

I gasped at the electric current running through my body from that one contact. "Y... You’ve got the wrong..."

His lips crashed on mine.

The effect was immediate... My heart rate shot up, along with my body temperature, and somehow I found myself kissing him back, really kissing him.

My arms flung around his neck, and I grasped his hair within my hands for better access. His lips were delicious, and not fluffy, not dry at all, which I found very pleasing.

He gripped me harder, his lips rolling over mine in a way that felt like he was trying to own me... I felt owned.

His tongue slid against mine, playing with me, teasing me. And for a few reckless seconds, I wasn’t Nosy Elsa. I wasn’t the asthma girl. I was someone else... 

I whimpered, when he bit my buttom lips. With his lips still on mine, he led me to the bed, hands everywhere.

Then... Thud.

My back arched from the force of the push. I opened my eyes to find my body lying on the cold floor.

"Gross,"

I looked up, and was met with strong masculine chest, angular jaw, pink kissable lips, blue eye...

Jace? I smack myself just to ensure I'm not dreaming.

Jace Freaking Weston. Quarterback of Dashling devils, golden boy of our school, and the last person I expected to see naked on a bed with me.

He pulled on his jeans, frowning. "And you’re…?"

"El... Elsa." I answered shyly, my cheeks red.

His expression twisted. "Shit. Elsa last night didn't happen."

I reached for the sheet, pulled it to my chest. "What...?"

He zipped his jeans. "I was drunk. It was dark. It felt like Laureen. Look.... Don’t tell anyone, alright? This never happened."

My throat tightened. "What...?"

"I mean it. If you breathe a word, I swear I’ll make senior year hell for you. Got it?"

I didn’t respond, I just nodded. My heart shattered, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks.

And... Then, he was gone. No goodbye kiss, no apology, just husky footsteps. Last night… was a mistake. And I was stupid enough to believe it meant something.