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Taking a deep breath, I instantly pictured every single person in the room in their underwear. It had been Kida's ultimate advice when I told her I didn't particularly like public speaking, but I found myself trying to stifle a hysterical chuckle at some of the images I saw a few of my classmates in. Such as: Kristoff in a purple Power Rangers sleeping shirt with heart boxers. Flynn in nothing but Superman briefs. Merida in a leopard print nightgown. Hiccup in tight-y whiteys... Umm, this isn't working!

"Is there a problem, miss Crescent?" The teacher asked when I coughed to keep myself from giggling like an immature child.

I snapped my head back up to address her. "No. I was just thinking that I hadn't watched Teen Titans Go! in forever." Clearing my throat and hopefully my mind, I then held my paper up right in front of my face so I could ignore the curious stares other students were undoubtedly giving me and began to read.

Olivia.

Perfect. You seem like it.

A total dream come true.

You and your magnificent, dark hair. Big guiltless sapphire eyes.

Lips that resemble Cupid's bow.

A smile to die for.

But it is a disguise.

You bask in the adulation of those around you.

You fall in love with everybody and nobody.

They claim their love, but it's all a mistake.

My love, I stand here.

Another victim, unbeknownst to myself.

Your never ending lies flatter me. Delight me.

They shoot me straight to the moon and back in a dizzying blur.

Blindly, I take your hand. I taste your poisonous full lips.

Stupidly, I think I am immune and therefore will win your absolute affection.

This is my mistake and mine alone.

Like numerous others, You discard me.

Desperately, I reach out to your heart. But I can't feel it. Can't hear it.

Because it's not there.

You frivolously shake me off and I am entirely devastated.

Yet, you smile victoriously.

I've lost. Tossed out with the other fatalities.

My love. Why must you torture me so?

With that finally over, I breathed out a sigh of relief and sank back into my seat without looking at anyone so I could scrutinize what I'd written again. Yeah. It could use some improvement. Seriously, even my unfortunate sheet of paper looked like a battlefield of doodles, eraser marks, crossed out words and a couple of ink blots because my pen broke on me earlier. It only looked that way because I'd forgotten all about our weekend book report assignment and had written the thing as quickly as I could before school started. Through a speedy car ride and all.

"Very nice, Miss Crescent." The teacher finished her own notes before giving me an encouraging smile.

"Excuse us, Ms. Rivera?" A particular smooth voice interrupted my response and the next kid who had just stood up, making us all stop to look at the door.

My heart immediately fluttered at seeing the immaculate and extremely gorgeous student council president standing gracefully in the doorway. With Hans Marsden leading the way by addressing the teacher with all his charm. I had to wonder if he was always like that, or if it was nothing more than an outrageous façade. For one: I didn't know any other eighteen-year old boy with that much charisma. It was a little weird to say in the least.

"May we have a word with Mr. Sparrow?" Hans asked with as much sophistication as a well-groomed prince from some island across the way. While he was talking, Elsa's carefully guarded eyes swept around the room before landing directly on mine. At once, her alluring face twitched in the slightest with a smile, but then she snapped her eyes behind me to the one who stood up abruptly.

"I will henceforth be known as Captain Jack Sparrow." Said boy slurred lightly and ended up stopping to lean heavily against me on his way to the front of the classroom. "Hi." His rum-flavored breath hit my nose then, making me cringe in disgust.

"Jack, are you drunk?" I had to ask and even pressed my hand against his face to push him away from me. Ugh! Gross!

"Ineed!" He bleated, before frowning at his own answer. "I mean Indeed! There was this sweet party last night at the Abernathy's and I had this brilliantly stupid idea that I'd stay up for the rest of the night and show up like this!" Jack grinned widely, showing off his faux gold tooth. "By the way, Alexandra-

"Anna." I corrected.

"Whatever." He waved me off. "Was that paper written about someone at this school?"

"No, Jack." I huffed and instead, stood up to escort him the rest of the way since he didn't seem to want to. "It was about a woman named Olivia in a book I've read at least three times this year." I just hadn't thought to write a report on it before and since I hadn't read anything lately, I decided to put my photographic memory to use.

Jack hummed and then tried to whisper into my ear. "You have a nice voice, Anastasia-"

"Anna." I rolled my eyes, leaned away from his unappealing mouth, and then jabbed my thumb over my shoulder to another redhead. "That's Anastasia."

"And I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He chuckled loudly and then slung his arm over my shoulder. "What's the book called? I wanna read about that cold-hearted woman. She sounds pretty."

"She broke someone's heart." I stated.

"Sounds like my kind of woman." Jack nudged me like I knew exactly what he was talking about and I had to force out a laugh, lest he say something else stupid.

"Sure, Cap." I sent him half a smile before dumping him into Hans' unsuspecting arms. While the taller one attempted to steady Jack, I shot a lopsided grin at him that basically said 'sorry, not sorry' before answering Jack's earlier question. "And the title of that book is Love and -"

"She called me Cap!" The dark-haired boy declared and pushed off Hans to beam drunkenly back at me. "You called me Cap! I didn't think that would catch on!"

"It hasn't." I growled and crossed my arms before shrugging at Hans, who was shaking his head. Off to the side I saw Elsa stealthily roll her own eyes as her arms crossed too. I also didn't miss the light mirth that danced around in her eyes at seeing me attempt to reason with someone so out of it.

"Alright, Mr. Pirate." Hans tutted soothingly, clapping his hands back on both of Jack's shoulders so he could lead him the rest of the way out of the classroom. "Let's go talk about your suspension for blatant drunkenness on school grounds. Possibly a fine since you're eighteen-"

"You're drunk Han Solo." Jack threw his head back and laughed his own idiotic intelligence as they all but stumbled out into the hall.

Seriously. Nobody knew he was plastered? I didn't even know! Before I could actually begin to think about it, I caught Elsa's arctic blues. It was a split-second, but that second was enough for me to send a quick, secret wink her way. Those hypnotic eyes widened just the tiniest bit and I swear her mask almost cracked with a shy smile as she quickly turned to follow behind Hans and Jack. Cute. With an inward smirk, I made my way back to my seat.

"Sorry about that, Ms. Rivera." Hans poked his head back in and then gestured around the room. "Please continue." He gave us an award-winning smile before straightening his tie and I swear half the room sighed like love-struck fools. I snorted to myself, picking up my pencil so I could make a few notes on the new paper I would eventually turn in. But before I had the chance to look away, hazel eyes caught mine. Hans Marsden made sure that I noticed him so he could wink at me too.

And then he was gone.

Huh?

Lunch.

"Okay, do you mind telling me what the heck that was?!" Kida and Kristoff asked at the same time, making me stop mid-bite through my sandwich so I could frown at them. It amazed me that they were able to say the exact same words as the other.

"What?" I asked with my mouth full.

"What do you mean 'what'? Is that Hans character bothering you?" Kristoff leaned over, glaring, doubling in size and nearly freaking poor Olaf out of his seat. On the other hand, I was completely unfazed. Even when Kristoff made it a point to pop his knuckles menacingly.

"N-no. He's a sweetheart." Olaf answered impulsively.

"Not you, O." Kida rolled her eyes and then looked right back at me. "I thought you were with- I-I mean, I thought you didn't like him." Luckily she caught herself, but that didn't smooth over the disappointment in her eyes.

"I don't." I made sure to keep a straight face and shrugged after swallowing the partly chewed food in my mouth. "Maybe it was meant for you." I had to joke since they were already way too serious about something that meant absolutely nothing to me. Seriously, it was Hans. The guy was nice and charming and all, but he didn't appeal to me whatsoever.

"Wait, what happened with Hans?" Olaf asked, fully intrigued now.

I set my lunch down and finally began to think about what transpired earlier. Of course, I had to try to get them off topic too so they wouldn't get me more confused than I was already becoming. "Why is no one talking about the fact that Jack showed up drunk today?" I looked from Kristoff to Kida, fighting off a scowl.

What was his deal, anyway? After Hans left, I'd had to actually turn around in my seat to see if he really had directed that wink at me. I mean, Kida was the only other girl sitting behind me, but she'd been too busy doodling all over her assignment paper. After class was when she told me that she saw it too and apparently, Kristoff had witnessed the whole thing. It had all of us stumped.

"Oh, Jack always smells like that. I have him in three other classes." Kida waved me off. "Honestly, I think that was his second suspension. Anyway, back to it!" Sky blue eyes narrowed suspiciously at me. Along with Olaf and Kristoff. I fought the urge to pinch the bridge of my nose as anxiety and frustration began to simmer under my skin.

"Look, I have no idea why Hans winked at me." I admitted truthfully before stuffing my mouth once more. There's no way I'm letting this goodness go to waste.

"Maybe he likes you. What's wrong with that?" Olaf commented while trying to open his expensive looking thermos. He'd taken to drinking hot herbal tea with a hint of lemon and even informed us that he would be taking an oath of silence for the last three days leading up to the play. Talk about dedication!

"Everything." Kida and I stated together.

"Yeah, he's a bit of a douche-canoe." Kristoff wrinkled his nose and then leaned in to whisper. "I heard once that he convinced this poor freshmen last year to go out with him, only to break her heart and leave her out to dry because they didn't win prom king and queen."

"So he seduced her, huh?" Olaf whispered back, making Kristoff nod in whole agreement.

"You know, that sounds a lot like your paper this morning, Anna." Kida snickered. "You sure the title wasn't supposed to be Hans and not Olivia?"

"Who's Olivia?" Olaf asked again, making all of us groan in exasperation.

"You have really got to keep up-" Kida smacked his hand to stop him from fiddling with the thermos. "Stop being so distracted all the time."

"No, go right ahead, buddy." I smiled sweetly at him. "Give me a break from talking about me, for once." Reaching over, I easily opened his thermos for him before stealing a sip and then giving it back to him.

"We only talk about you because you're so busy all the time too." Kristoff interjected after taking a bite out of his own leftover burger from what appeared to be Johnny Rockets.

"And what about you and Sen, huh?" I couldn't help but lean over to poke his steadily flushing cheek. "What about you two running lines?" I gestured to Olaf and Kida.

At once, they all began talking about themselves and I went back to enjoying what my dad had brilliantly made up the night before in peace. Again, it looked odd, but the taste was something else entirely. Delicious.

Just as I took another savory bite, I saw someone running across the quad in my peripheral vision. As much as I didn't want to, my eyes automatically lifted and beheld a familiar, yet unfamiliar girl. Covered in a purple slushy.

"...so then I was like- hey, Anna. Where are you going?" Olaf was in the middle of a story, but my legs were already moving on their own.

"H-hey!" I called out to the retreating girl. When she didn't answer, or even turn around, I continued to try to catch up with her. "Wait up!" I followed her all the way into the school, down the halls and finally to the outside of the restroom. Instead of barging in after her, I let the door close and stood there for a moment more.

That same poor girl had been slushied two more times within a close proximity of me, so I had to wonder if someone was trying to set me up or not. Only this time, I was nowhere near her and since I wasn't paying attention (again) I didn't get to see who the jerk-wad was. Whoever it was, they were sneaky. All the same, I wanted to get to the bottom of it and if talking to the girl would help in anyway, I was all for it. Popping my neck, I straightened up and readjusted my hoodie before eventually pushing the door open.

I immediately witnessed other girls that were huddled around the only closed stall, jeering at it like the lame people they were.

"Hey." I flexed my jaw before bashing my fist into the nearest stall door. The loud bang made the girls freeze and they all snapped their heads around to look at me. Glaring at them, I took and aggressive stance, daring them to try anything else. "Beat it." I growled dangerously.

Without a second to lose, they instantly skittered out of there, brushing past me in the process. On the way out, I couldn't help but notice one in particular. It was indeed the same one who was walking with Ariel that day she tripped me. My still bandaged nose suddenly felt a pinch, but before I could call her out, the door had already closed again. Too bad I don't care to learn Simmons' stupid henchmen's names.

Quiet sobbing grabbed my attention right after that thought.

Licking my dry lips, I took a hesitant step forward. "Are...are you okay in there?"

"Go away." Her broken voice answered before she sniffled. A part of me wanted to do just that, because I felt I was only good consoling certain people. Not a stranger. But, the girl was a stranger that was being bullied. Not only that, but whoever was doing that had clearly been trying to pin it on me.

I cleared my throat and lifted my hand up to knock at the door. "At least let me help you clean up a bit."

"Why?" She sniffled again.

"Because the grape flavored slushy is pretty gross. I would know, I tried it the other day." I answered and shrugged to myself.

"So it was you."

"No." I rolled my eyes, turning around so I could see my reflection. The redhead looked as exasperated as I felt. "If anything, I would definitely slushy someone with blue raspberry. Know why?" I asked, but didn't expect a reply, so I answered anyway. "Then you could look like something from Avatar! That'd be funny and awesome, right?" Eyeing my stupid smile, I couldn't help but notice the way I looked with the Band-Aid still on my nose. Surprisingly tough. If that's a thing.

"Nothing about getting slushied is funny or awesome." She muttered unhappily.

Those mirrored teal eyes widened in realization. "B-bad joke." I face-palmed. "Sorry." Nibbling on my lip, I continued. "You know it wasn't me, right? I-I mean, I know I'm not exactly a straight-A student. Or the image of a perfect one. But I wouldn't do something like this."

When she didn't answer, I leaned against the stall door. "Think about it. If I was the one bullying you, would I really be here offering my help to get junk out of your hair that I personally put there?" Blowing my bangs out of my eyes, I continued. "Yeah, I can be mean. I can start fights and finish them. But I wouldn't douse anybody in a chilly flavored drink because I simply felt like it. Especially someone I didn't even know."

The door suddenly opened and if I wasn't prepared for it, I would have undoubtedly fell back and crushed the poor girl. She was smaller than I was. And covered in purple syrup.

"Hi." I said before gesturing to the sink.

"My name is Fallon." She squeaked.

"Anna." I grinned at her.

Instead of washing her hair out in the bathroom sink, I offered to walk her to the girls' locker room so she could use the shower there instead. While she was in there, I took the liberty of lending her one of my uniform shirts. I normally had an extra one for no particular reason other than preparation. (A habit my mother drove into me after the first time I got my entire white shirt wet during a foam party.) But if I was right, then she definitely had one of the school designated vests to wear over it.

"So, Fallon." I drawled and leaned against the doorway with my back turned to her. "That's a pretty name."

"It's my mom's middle name." She answered more comfortably than before.

Deciding not to beat around the bush anymore, I decided to forge ahead. "So why would anyone want to mess around with someone like you?"

"Oh. No reason."

"That's a lie." I shot back and looked to the side so she'd hear my voice better. "What'd you do to set Miss Simmons off?" After seeing that one girl in particular, I had no choice but to explore the possibilities of her expanding to other people than me.

"Who said it was Ariel that's picking on me?" She asked after shutting the water off.

"Well, you seem to know her on a first-name basis."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"I can make assumptions."

"You'd be wrong."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I unfolded from the doorway so I could hand her the shirt. Luckily there was a wall tall enough between us that only let me see her head and as she took it, she smiled gratefully at me. I forced myself to return her smile before turning back around. If she didn't want to talk about it, I wouldn't pressure her. It was bad enough that she'd been drenched in cold liquid three times this week alone and I didn't want to imagine what else was in store for her if it really was Ariel that was bullying her.

"I can walk you to your next class if you want." I suggested once she walked by me to toss the towel into the hamper. Instead of answering okay or no, she spun on her heal to face me with the biggest deer-in-the-headlights look I'd ever seen.

"Ariel cheated on Eric with me." Fallon declared in a harsh whisper.

My jaw immediately dropped to the floor.

A/N: Buon Natale. Shinnen omedeto. God Jul. Feliz Navidad. Chuc Mung Giang Sinh. Feliz Natal. Srozhdestovm Kristovim. Sung Tan Chuk Ha. Mele Kalikimaka. Froehliche Weihnachten. Merry Christmas! ^_^

By the way, if anyone knows or has read about, the aforementioned Olivia and the book she appears in...my beanie's off to you. (I actually DID read that book about three times.) *smirks*

An-tyways, Tootles~

P.S. Have an awesome holiday- winter break? y'all and thanks for reading!