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He stood stalk still. Like he was frozen in time, and maybe he was. The universe was crumbling around him. Like, this couldn’t be reality. It defied logic. It had to be a dream or something. He couldn’t just walk up and talk to Hiccup Haddock. The hottest, most bad ass looking guy in the whole school. So how had he wound up here? He wasn’t even sure, it had just sort of happened. One second he was talking to Toothiana, then she had left. He got up, not even sure what he was doing or where he was going, just kind of on auto-pilot, and now he was standing right behind Hiccup. They were both in a lowered sitting area near the cafeteria. Everyone had left but them, and Hiccup was currently standing in front of one raised flowerbed reading some papers he had scattered across the narrow surface.
It wouldn’t even be that strange for him to talk to Hiccup. They both had friends in the same social circle. Most of them had been there during the lunch break in fact, but had already left. A lot of people wouldn’t find it strange for them to talk except that… that Hiccup was amazing, and edgy and… soo hot… There was also the fact that Hiccup was a punk and Jack was… not. Jack bit his lower lip, suddenly enthralled with Hiccup’s spiked and studded leather jacket.
He could melt looking at the other teen, he thought to himself as he felt butterflies in his stomach. To say they were “fluttering” could never do it justice. They were dancing. Spinning little pirouettes, and performing intricate jumps. It didn’t help matters that he knew the opposite side of Hiccup which he couldn’t currently see, was sporting a tight sleeveless shirt. He knew there were two piercings on one side of his lower lip, another at the edge of an eyebrow, and a larger band earring high on one ear. He also knew that under that jacket there was a tattoo going up one arm. He was sure it was a dragon. He couldn’t guarantee it, and it seemed a bit cliché, but for Hiccup, it worked. From behind Jack could see black combat boots that tied high up his legs and were partially hidden under Hiccup’s pants… God, those pants! Torn cargo pants. Black with way too many straps, chains and metal hoops. It was like a bondage fetishists dream. Jack wasn’t really into that sort of thing… But if Hiccup ever asked to tie him up, he’d leap at the chance.
He grinned mischievously at the thought, but it faded quickly. To top it all off, Hiccup was incredibly nice for someone that looked like they could destroy you. All in all, he was amazing and Jack… Jack was nothing special. His shoulders slumped and he looked around a moment. At least no one had witnessed him awkwardly standing behind his crush. He had just convinced himself to walk away when the bell rang, and Hiccup scooped up his things impossibly fast and was turning around. Jack panicked instantly, looking around for… something! Anything he could use for an excuse for why he was just standing there!
Hiccup jolted slightly at finding Jack right behind him. Apparently slightly surprised to see him there. He smiled. “Oh. He-hey Jack.”
Jack’s mouth opened slightly as Hiccup greeted him. The butterflies were dead. That smile had murdered them! “Uhh…” He stammered trying to collect his thoughts. Oh dear god! Hiccup knew his name! And he was speaking to him! He cleared his throat. This was not part of the plan! What plan? He had never had a plan! Think! He needed a reason why he was there… And suddenly it came to him. It wasn’t much. But it was a reason. “I – umm. Sorry, I wasn’t really paying attention in class today. Do – do you remember when that history essay is due?”
Hiccup’s smile stretched wider. “Umm. Monday, I think.” He pulled his bag up onto one shoulder. “Sorry, I… have to get to class,” he said as he moved past. “… but I’ll talk to you later.”
Jack felt his chest constrict as he watched hiccup leave. That…had actually just happened. He had talked to Hiccup, and the other teen hadn’t been put off by him, or made fun of him or… What was he thinking. Of course not. Hiccup was waay too nice to… He shook his head suddenly as he came back to his senses. What was he doing?! He had to get to class too. He grabbed his bag and rushed off. He could puzzle over this later.
Several halls over Hiccup dropped his bag near his assigned seat, slid into his seat and dropped his head against his desk. Jack Frost… Had just spoken to him. What the hell? Why? He was only the most gorgeous guy in the whole school. Not to mention one of the smartest. Why would he talk to him. He was a punk. He expected guys like Jack to look down their noses at him.
“You alright?” He heard tuffnut ask from behind him.
Hiccup shook his head against his desk. “No.”