Chapter 1

Elsa is walking down the hallway suddenly she bumps into the popular jock boy and decided to take the opportunity and introduce herself.

Elsa: Hey, I'm Elsa. I don't think we've met before.

Jock Boy: Yeah, I'm Jake. I play on the school football team.

Elsa: Oh, nice to meet you, Jake. I wouldn't have pegged you as the athletic type.

Jake: What do you mean? I'm totally the athletic type!

Elsa: Really? You don't seem very...jock-like.

Jake: Hey, I resent that! Just because I don't fit the stereotype doesn't mean I'm not a great player.

Elsa: I'm sorry, Jake. I didn't mean to offend you. It's just that...well, you seem kind of...different.

Jake: Different? What do you mean?

Elsa: I don't know...you just seem like there's more to you than meets the eye.

Jake: (laughs) You have no idea.

Elsa: What do you mean? What's going on?

Jake: (sighs) I don't know, Elsa. I just feel like I'm stuck in this one role, you know? People expect me to be this tough, athletic guy, but that's not really who I am.

Elsa: I think I understand. I've felt like that too, sometimes. Like I'm trapped in this one identity.

Jake: Exactly! And it's hard to break free from that, you know?

Elsa: Yeah, I do. But maybe...maybe we can help each other out.

Jake: What do you mean?

Elsa: Well, I've always been kind of...different, too. People are always expecting me to be this certain way, but I'm not really sure who I am yet.

Jake: (smiles) Yeah, I think we could definitely help each other out.

Elsa: So, Jake, what's something that you're passionate about, but nobody would expect?

Jake: (laughs) Okay, this is going to sound weird, but...I love to paint.

Elsa: Really? That's amazing! I would never have guessed.

Jake: (smirks) Yeah, I know, right? The star quarterback is actually a closet artist.

Elsa: (laughs) That's so cool! I've always loved art, too.

Jake: Yeah? What kind of art do you like?

Elsa: I love music, actually. I've been playing the guitar since I was a kid.

Jake: No way! I've always wanted to learn how to play the guitar.

Elsa: (smiles) Maybe I can teach you sometime?

Jake: (smiles back) Yeah, that would be awesome.

Elsa: So, Jake, what inspired you to start painting?

Jake: Honestly? It was a way for me to escape from the pressure of being on the football team.

Elsa: I get it. It can be tough to deal with expectations from others.

Jake: Exactly! But painting just...it feels free, you know?

Elsa: Yeah, I do. Music is like that for me too.

Jake: (looks at Elsa with curiosity) Hey, can I ask you something?

Elsa: Sure, what is it?

Jake: What's it like being...you know, the queen bee of our school?

Elsa: (laughs) Queen bee? You mean, like, popular?

Jake: (smirks) Yeah, that's exactly what I mean.

Elsa: (shrugs) Honestly? It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Jake: Really? Why's that?

Elsa: (pauses, looking thoughtful) Because sometimes I feel like people only like me because of who I am, not because of who I actually am.

Jake: (nods) I get it. People do that to me too, because of football.

Elsa: (smiles) Exactly! It's nice to finally talk to someone who understands.

Jake: (smiles back) Yeah, it's definitely nice to have someone to talk to.

Elsa: (pauses, looking at Jake with curiosity) Hey, Jake?

Jake: Yeah?

Elsa: Can I ask you something?

Jake: (laughs) Sure, what is it?

Elsa: What's the real reason you're not hanging out with your football friends anymore?

Jake: (looks down, his expression turning serious) Honestly? I just got tired of being someone I'm not.

Elsa: (nods) I get it. I've been there too.

Jake: (looks up at Elsa, his eyes locking onto hers) Yeah, I think we have a lot more in common than people would think.

Elsa: (smiles softly) Yeah, maybe we do.

Jake: (breaks the silence) Hey, Elsa?

Elsa: (looks up at him) Yeah?

Jake: (smirks) Want to grab some coffee with me?

Elsa: (raises an eyebrow) Coffee?

Jake: (nods) Yeah, I know this great place downtown.

Elsa: (smiles) Okay, sure.

Jake: (grinning) Great!

They both stand up, and Jake walks Elsa to her locker.

Elsa: (gets her books out) Thanks for talking with me, Jake.

Jake: (smiles) No problem, Elsa. I had a great time.

Elsa: (smiles back) Yeah, me too.

Jake: (hesitates) Hey, Elsa?

Elsa: (looks up at him) Yeah?

Jake: (asks, his voice low) Can I ask you something?

Elsa: (curious) What is it?

Jake: (takes a deep breath) Do you want to go out with me? Like, on a date?

Elsa: (pauses, surprised)

What do you think would be her answer to this charming question?