Who: Anna of Arendelle (3) and Ezra Fitz (2) When: During the Shattered Plot Where: Campus bookstore What: Random encounter, argument, Anna gets violent. Rating/Warnings: low/none (there's a bop on the nose in here.) Status: Complete
Anna had come here not too long ago to buy her books for the upcoming semester. She wanted to get a head start on her reading, to figure out what she was in store for in class this year. Five classes meant a lot of homework, and if she was going to keep up her four point oh grade point average, she would need to get in there and read. Pre-read, actually.
The problem was, she'd come home with one of the wrong books. Not a big deal, really, she had her receipt and the book was still brand new. She could just exchange it for the book she really did need. It meant a lot of standing in line and convincing the Customer Service gal behind the counter, but after fifteen minutes, she was walking out with the book she actually needed.
She wasn't expecting to run into a familiar face. Funny, how this was the place where Ezra Fitz came to work. It was the place she was most likely to run into him. But seeing him now was unexpected.
"Hi." She said, breaking into an awkward smile.
Ezra had been spending most of his time hiding out in his office, trying to write. Instead it gave him too much time to think, to dwell on the dreams. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t get any writing done. Maybe he needed a change of scenery. Or at least a cup of coffee. Closing his laptop, Ezra exited his office heading to one of his favorite coffee kiosks when he ran Anna. The redhead sure seemed to spend a lot of time on campus.
“Hi,” Ezra returned the greeting, but there wasn’t a smile on his face. “Do you ever stop smiling? Or leave campus?”
“Ummm,” Anna said, the smile slipping off her lips at the look on his face. No smile? What the hell, Ezra? Why’d he have to be such a dick? She folded her arms across her her chest, the bag with the book in it dangling from her wrist. “No?”
“Well maybe you should,” Ezra replied. Why was she always around? Almost every time he turned around there she was with that ridiculous smile on her face. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be,” more like he was on a much needed coffee break and he had yet to get the coffee. But that was none of Anna’s business.
“Right, sure. Somewhere more important, I’m sure.” Anna said, narrowing her eyes at him. He always thought he was so smart, so important. And now he had to run off somewhere else so important. She stepped to the side and gestured with her arm. “Go on, Mister high and mighty.”
“I will,” Ezra walked right past Anna. “Imagine that, someone other than you leaving, for once,” he snapped. It was true. Anna was usually the one running off. Though he wasn’t exactly sure why he was snapping at her. Oh well. She deserved it. Someone had to put her in her place.
Ugh, Ezra. With his stupid hair and those amazing, stupid eyes. Anna watched him take a couple of steps, seething, as her eyes moved over his shoulders and arms, and she couldn’t help imagining them around her. And that pissed her off even more. She felt hot now around the collar of her t-shirt. She stomped after him and reached for his arm to turn him around roughly.
“Hey!” She said, angrily. “If you wanted me to stay, all you’d have to do is ask, Ass Hole.” Her hand released his arm and gave his chest a gentle shove. “You’re just--” too handsome. Too kind. Too perfect. “I can’t--” seem to stop thinking about you. “It won’t--” do, because you’re going to be my teacher. “I’m not--” one of those silly, teenage girls who has a crush on a professor. God Damnit.
Ezra didn’t think he had ever seen her so pissed off before. Since when was she capable of swearing. She was so damn aggravating even when she wasn’t overflowing with cheer. Couldn’t she just leave him alone? He didn’t need to be spending time with attractive students outside of the classrooms. He wasn’t the idiot from the dreams.
“Really? You want to be a writer? Maybe you should learn how to form a sentence first. I think my creative writing class might be a bit too advanced for you,” he spat.
Why was she so angry? Why did he have to look so cute, be so witty? How was it that everything about him made her want to hit him??
“You’re infuriating!” Anna said, lifting both hands as as as as as if to pull on her hair. Then she took a step back. Feigning she was going to turn and leave, Anna stepped back up quickly, swinging her fist forward to bop him in the nose.
She was finally leaving. Took the damn girl long enough to take a hint. But then her fist made contact with his nose. She just punched him. It took him a moment to process. He stood there staring at her, practically gaping. Then he cleared his throat, and straightened his tie.
“Well then, good day Miss Arendelle,” it was clear he was annoyed, pissed even. This time she wasn’t going to be the one to leave. No. He was. He turned around and walked away from her. Forget the coffee. Hell forget his next class. He was in no mood to teach or be around students. Particularly ones like her. No he was headed for a bar.