Pairing: JackxHiccup

Genre: Romance, Drama

Rating: NC-17/M

Warning: not beta-read

All characters belong to Cressida Cowel, William Joyce and DreamWorks Studia. May contain some OOCness.

Hooke's law - The force - F - needed to extend or compress a spring by some distance - x - is proportional to that distance.

Since he woke up, everything told him that this would be a bad day.

So at first he didn't quite hear his alarm. Let's be serious, it happened few times in the past years (not many, but definitely some), so okay, that was maybe not normal, but still possible. Anyway, maybe it wouldn't be so bad (it was only seventeen minutes) if he didn't have test today in the first class. But unfortunately he had it, so when he opened his eyes and turned his head to stare at the clock (ringing proudly on the nightstand) he was quite… surprised and mad which resulted in him falling off the bed with a squeak (of course, very, very manly squeak). And this was only the beginning for Hiccup.

Then his hair didn't want to be tamed by the mighty comb warrior, after that he burned his scrambled eggs (and in the end didn't eat much in the morning, no muscles then, thank you), next he couldn't find his favorite sweater (the one warm, fluffy with emblem of dragon on the chest). And please, not to mention when he finally found it, he saw a giant brown stain at the front (probably from the cocoa he had drank two days ago, bravo he).

Great, so let's sum it up… tired, disheveled, hungry and uncomfortable. Just the oh-so-perfect morning for Hiccup.

So when he finally left his house in a rush, he was sure that this was one hella bad day and nothing could change his mind. Maybe one of the most terrible days in his life (he got already few, written in the memory and every other worse than the last).

And yeah, he quite confirmed his suspicions when he fell down on the straight road with no bumps, scrapped his elbow and cheek painfully.

"Oh great…" Hiccup mumbled, slowly rising up from greeting the ground with the strong hug. He lifted his hands and inspected the small red scratches on palms. They weren't bleeding, maybe stung a little bit, but he could live with that.

His short legs moved quickly, but still he reached the school on the second bell and he had no time to go to his locker and gather things, so he moved immediately to the classroom. And of course this was one of the classes which he didn't share with even one of his friends. Amazing…

With a loud sigh he scrambled to his seat (as far away from noisy people as possible) and sat, just in time for teacher to walk inside with a pile of white sheets.

Well he technically wasn't late, so that was awfully nice of this day to not literally kick him in the shin.

The man at the front waited for minute or two for slackers and when the last person in the class walked inside, he closed the door (unnecessarily loud) and distributed sheets.

"No talking or cheating. You have time till the end of this class. Begin!"

Hiccup turned the paper around and stared at the first question. He learned quite a lot for this test, so he was pretty confident in his skills, until he saw the first question.

For fucks sake!

"I'm telling you Astrid, I'm cursed by the Gods today!"

"Uh huh, your spaghetti is definitely cursed, it looks like it's moving…" The girl murmured, eyeing the pasta with furrowed eyebrows and mouth stretched in disgust.

Hiccup sighed and moved the plate away. It wasn't like he was hungry anyway… hell, he was very hungry. And his father was curious why he never grew up (if maybe they had something edible here, then the reality would be different). Plus, disgusting lunch – check, another position on the list of what could go wrong today was filled and corrected.

"If I didn't know you better I would think you didn't care…" His hand reached for the shake standing in the corner of the tray. Maybe this will somehow move through his throat.

The blonde girl stared at the food for few more seconds (Hiccup maybe, just maybe, saw the spaghetti twitch. What was wrong with this school?), then shuddered heavily and turned her face to him.

"I care, but I know you long enough to know that this stuff just happens to you naturally." Astrid said like it was the most normal thing in the world, then reached and grabbed few fries and threw them inside her mouth.

She wasn't wrong per se, but it still wasn't nice to hear. Especially today.

"Thank you for that positive observation."

Astrid shrugged.

"I'm only stating the truth…"

Hiccup groaned, made small nest from his hands on the table and laid his head down. He knew he was a magnet for accidents, there wasn't almost a day where he didn't trip or fall down. But this didn't mean he liked to be reminded of it on every step. It was his own Hiccup's weirdness magnetic field.

Or it was just his life… He saw it in his mind, the cover of bestseller book, standing proudly on the shelf near every bookstores' window - 'The accident prone life of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third – volume fourteen'!

Astrid giggled suddenly (a sound so weird coming from her that Hiccup snapped his head up) and covered her mouth.

"But I see someone who can lift up your mood~" She almost sang the last part, as her fries pointed at something in the throng. Hiccup stared at the fry and turned his head to stare at the crowd that appeared (in Hiccup's mind) from nowhere - like people suddenly integrated from thin air. Blink, they there are! But the standing proudly fry was pointed at something in the crowd.

Or, to be more precise, at someone.

Hiccup tried to turn around as less suspicious as he could, to not gather attention of people in the cafeteria. Well, he didn't have to do that, as most of the were heads already turned around to stare at the people in the crowd.

And who were there? Of course, the most popular students in the entire school. And guess what? He was also there. He, that with one single twitch of his mouth could make Hiccup stomach twist and curl inside. He, who can with single wave of hand send him crumbling down with weak knees. He, who has the ability to make him jittering mess whenever he accidentally bumped into him in the corridor.

His name was…

"Jack!"

No, no, no, no, of course, that wasn't his name. Please, be serious. Hiccup has standards!

But as soon as someone yelled this name, the said boy (tall with ocean of white strands standing in every direction like buoys on the stormy water) lifted his face and moved to this someone (that definitely yelled the boy name) and blocked Hiccup's line of vision to stare obscenely at the person who made him feel like… this.

Weak – was the proper word to describe it all.

"Aster E. Bunnymund~" Whispered Astrid softly, awfully sweet and so girly. And uh oh, only hearing his name and Hiccup's legs became jelly. Good thing he was sitting and not standing, because Astrid wouldn't shut up about it for a month definitely.

"Shh, Astrid, what if someone will hear you…" He mumbled, but turned around.

The girl lifted one of her eyebrow and looked around. The boy did too. The seats nearest to them were empty, as well as most of this part of cafeteria, greeting them with not so-clean-white, free seats.

"Okay, you got the point, but still please don't say it out loud…"

Astrid smirked, sending him this look. This look meant nothing good. Hiccup knew this look and didn't like it.

"What? Afraid that he will hear it?"

Hiccup bit his lip, feeling his nerves being tickled in a way he knew he definitely didn't like them being tickled.

"Actually you know, yeah? That is the whole idea of being quiet and keeping secrets to yourself?" His hand flew up and combed through the auburn hair, trying to push away the too long fringe from his eyes.

The girl rolled her eyes and moved to grab another fry from the package, but it looked like it was empty, as she slumped back with nothing in her hands.

"No worries. You know I won't tell anyone…" She murmured after a while in weirdly sad voice.

Hiccup exhaled the air that got accumulated in his lungs through barely opened lips and hit the table with his head. Great, he somehow made this day even worse by bursting (quietly) in front of Astrid and accusing her of something he was sure she would never do.

"I know, I know."

After that they didn't speak for few minutes and Hiccup listened to noise of voices surrounding them. There weren't many people near this table, but it was too loud in his opinion nevertheless. Even for the nerd section of cafeteria it was rather noisy lunch.

The crowd in the middle moved a little bit away and army of faithful fans followed them to the corner far away from them. Hiccup was incredibly happy and sad about it in the same time.

"Did you ever thought about maybe… telling him that?"

The small boy groaned and lifted his face at his friend. She was staring at him with half-smile - encouraging and kind.

"Erm, no?"

"Why not?"

Hiccup stared her right into those beautiful two pools of shining orbs and found no hesitation. She was serious, almost encouraging him to do it, but Hiccup had none of it now. Especially today. Besides, they talked about it like… bazillion times.

"Astrid, seriously, no…" He ran his hand through his hair once more, a nervous habit. "I mean w-what do you expect me to do? Just go to him and say 'Hey I may have crush on you, so go out with me?'"

The girl put both her hands on the table and leaned.

"Yeah?"

Hiccup sighed seeing the serious look on her face.

"Then it isn't happening."

Astrid moaned and threw her body back, sitting hard on the seat that creaked under her.

"Why?" She asked, brushing furiously the fringe away from her eyes.

"Because for first – he doesn't actually know me…" Hiccup started to be immediately interrupted by his friend.

"You talked once after this physic contest..."

"That was once and it don't count as knowing someone. For second – this…" Here he wailed, remembering the person he wanted to mention. "…Jackson Overland is almost always with him. And for third! But not the last!" He leaned above the table.

Astrid moved closer.

"Oh boy…"

"I don't even know if he swings that way…" His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper, but he knew, even if Astrid didn't hear him, she knew what he wanted to say.

And of course she did by the sudden slump of her arms and retreating form.

"It looks to me that you're searching for excuses."

The bell rang above their heads. Both automatically grabbed the trays and moved up from their seats. The girl was right next to him, as she circled the table.

"Maybe but I will not do it even if the Earth would crumble under my feet."

"You're such a drama queen…" Astrid spoke, but her voice held something amusing and kind. She then punched his arm when they both disposed the trays.

Hiccup chuckled, feeling a little bit lighter by leaving this topic behind. For now. But knowing Astrid it will soon return, like a boomerang. An unwanted one, very unwanted one.

"You know, someone needs to be~"

And when Hiccup was almost one hundred percent sure that this day couldn't get any worse, he brushed the screen of his phone to two unread messages.

First one was from his Dad.

I'll be late. Don't wait for me.

Just as he expected by the absence of the hulky man in the house this morning. He quickly replied with simple 'okay'.

Maybe his father being away from home wasn't totally bad thing. This way he could listen to music on full volume, while sitting in his room and making probably homework… or working on his robotic project that he really should start if he wanted to participate in the next contest his teacher told him about. Yeah, that could work, only him, Toothless and paper.

Their relationship nowadays wasn't bad. It was almost better than ever. But it still was kind of uncomfortable. Hiccup was used to his Dad not talking a lot with him and especially not talking with him about things he liked. So now he quite didn't know what to do when his Dad was asking him about important for Hiccup things.

Another message was from Astrid.

Ugh, my coach wants something from me. Don't wait, probably will take a lot of time D:

Well this one made him feel a little sad. The auburn haired boy enjoyed walking home with his best-friend (not counting probably the weirdest cat on the entire Earth) but well… He could do nothing about it. Few times he also had to call Astrid so she wouldn't be waiting for him as some teachers wanted to talk with him.

Nevertheless it wasn't a nice feeling. He actually wanted to walk home with someone.

Hiccup opened his locker and grabbed few textbooks that he might need later that day.

"Okay, biology… chemistry and…" His eyes looked inside to spot a huge book crushed under a pile of white sheets. "There it is!"

With one hand holding the stock and another holding the book he tried to slowly, delicately take it out. But hey, it wasn't his lucky day, so when his mouth turned into victorious smirk, the corner of the said book hit a bottle with a blue paint (the one he told himself hundred times to bring back home).

Hiccup should know that the probability of this happening was maybe not exactly one, but the limes approached it quite fast.

He yelped as he loosed grip on the book and tried to catch the small, plastic bottle, which resulted in him squishing it between small palms to a point of cap snapping open and spraying all of the inside onto his arm, sweater and face.

Added point – bonus! - his book fell down and few sheets ran away, down the corridor.

"Great, just great…"

He sighed and looked inside the bottle to see that there was not much liquid left. Now there was no point in keeping it in school, so he threw it out and started to gather books and papers, trying not to left stains on them.

"I should clean it a little, before it totally dries…"

With his backpack on the arm, he moved to the nearest bathroom (that finally, fortunately was just around the corner), where Hiccup left his bag in the corner and took off sweater, moving to the sink. It was hard to find the correct position of tap between the 'hella-hot' and 'freezing-to-death', so he opted on 'almost-burning-your-skin' as his hands started to brush the material with the remains of school's soap.

Hiccup didn't even want to count failures that happened to him today. He knew that some days of his life were particularly bad, but hello, he had bad day last week and thought that maybe the Gods would spare him till next month. But it looked that the small boy wasn't in their favor.

And his life was slowly moving onto right tracks.

"Splendid, I guess what still can happen to me today…"

And it felt like someone heard him and decided to meet the demand on the highest level, because as soon as those words left his dry lips, the doors to the bathroom swung open and someone walked inside.

"Oh, Hiccup I was searching for you."

The said boy groaned, loudly, very loudly, theatrically and turned around.

This day couldn't get any worse. And yet here he was!

Great, Jackson Overland…

'If you get another F on your next test you can say goodbye to passing this year, Mister Overland…'

The words echoed in his head. It was a ball jumping, hitting every possible wall, loudly and coming back stronger.

Usually his grades didn't affect him. He wasn't some nerd that hide his nose in books all the time. Well, don't get the wrong impression, Jackson was smart (and he totally could understand that science or learning was someone passion). Only he was a little bit… okay, very lazy. Guess it was a two-edged sword.

But this was something of a higher caliber, something that was making him nauseous. Because he got himself into some mess, a giant pile of tangled mess. He knew that learning wasn't coming easy for him, only he didn't know it was THAT bad.

And it looked like it was very bad.

The boy slowly walked away from the class where he was informed about his miserable situation. His steps echoed in the empty corridor. It felt unnatural walking around it now, so late and he wanted nothing more than to leave this institution. Yeah, leave this building, cradle himself into fort made of quilt with his pad and games. And maybe Aster and Tooth on skype.

'Maybe you need someone who will help you learn? I know few people that could… put something into this brain of yours…'

Oh, he definitely remembered how hard he had gritted his teeth and denied the request. He won't be pitied by some teacher. He was almost an adult, he can find himself someone who will help him in this situation.

"It isn't so bad…" The boy mumbled to himself as he stopped and lifted the paper so he was able to read some of the comments written in red all over the sheet.

But indeed it was.

Maybe it wouldn't be so devastating if he actually hadn't learned for this test. But he had, he spent quite a lot of time reading, making exercises and thinking over questions. Jack had felt prepared for it.

And it wasn't enough.

"Man…"

Was he so useless?

"How can I show this to my Dad…?" The murmur left his lips and it dissolved into the air, leaving only dry tongue. He took off his backpack, unzipped it and smashed the sheet inside, not feeling like staring at it any longer. "He will be so bummed over it…"

He sighed and ran his hand through white hair surrounding his head. Fingers caught one especially pissing flock and brushed it.

Till now this day was going almost nicely. He added almost, because well… it would be good if he wouldn't count that girl.

Heather was her name. And at first she was nice, kind, gave those kind of warm vibes (like the one Tooth always smashed people with) and Jack really enjoyed spending time with her. As friends! But well, the problem was that she wanted something more than that and Jack… didn't. So he tried to persuade it to her as gently as he could, but it looked like she didn't get a hint and still clang onto him like he was some kind of lifebuoy. And it may… kind of… got on his nerves. Okay, it was totally pissing him off. But as mad as he was, he couldn't do more than repeat that they were only friends and hope that she would finally understand.

Yet it looked like Heather's ears were blocker for that. Huh, good for him.

But not counting Heather holding onto him on lunch for dear life this day was statistically good. And not summing the test, which was a very bad element. And coming back to the topic of test… Maybe he should call Tooth or Bunny? They were pretty smart, right? On the second thought they were terrible in tutoring. He asked Bunny once and Jack had been forced to fly from the house after half an hour and with Tooth… It was easier, but she had no gift of explanation. The time they had spent learning was actually full of talking and eating cookies.

So yeah, no friends in tutoring.

Did he know some other people who were smart? Well, he knew few but they weren't talking a lot, yet, if maybe he would ask this girl that sat next to him on physics…

"Can you just please leave me alone?"

Jack lifted his head. The voice didn't sound pretty familiar, yet he had a feeling he definitely heard it somewhere.

And it got him quite interested.

He looked around, but the corridor was empty, with only light keeping him company (but even few bulbs were blinking furiously now). Maybe he overheard something or his mind was playing tricks on him? That was totally possible.

He made another step forward, to stop midway as another voice chimed in:

"Why should I?"

Oh this voice, he knew it better. But who didn't? And let me tell you, this voice didn't bring anything good with it. It was destruction that followed it, walking in the same line with fear and madness.

It looked like someone was in trouble.

Jack head snapped up. The sound were coming from the boy's bathroom. The door were slightly ajar.

He could simply pass this door and walk out and away from this building to forget about it all. He could do it, but hey… where Dagur was, then there were definitely problems. And Jack didn't want to have some miserable soul on his conscience. This was probably a bad idea, but well… here he was, moving slowly to the small gap between the door and wall to look at what exactly was happening.

Dagur – the mighty teenager was looming over someone and even Jack, from his position far away, felt bad for the person trapped between Dagur's arms. His face was twisted into smirk and eyes shone in the dim light, twinkling with some animal need.

Yep, it looked bad. Jackson Overland should totally turn around and go away. Yet he couldn't. He turned to look at the victim that leaned above the sink, trying to get as far away as possible.

The first thing he recognized was definitely the hair and freckles. Brown wisps intertwined with faint highlights covered half of his face. But even they couldn't hide the small brown dots scattered on furiously red skin.

They reminded him of something, or more like someone…

The boy turned a little and bit his lip, backing his head to this point it almost hit the mirror behind him.

"Can you let me go?" The voice was incredibly strong, coming from the small boy in that situation and Jack felt kind of amazed by the power it held. Not until he heard a low stutter at the end, a small turn down of the volume and then a yelp. "Like right now?"

Dagur's lips twitched and stretched even more, showing the line of sharp fangs. Jack didn't like the look he was giving the other boy. It meant nothing good. Just like whole Dagur.

And then Jack's eyes landed down.

Dagur was holding onto boy's hand which was placed on Dagur's groin.

Jack felt like vomiting. His stomach rose higher inside his throat and he had to take a deep breath to really not let anything out. What kind person would do that!? It's humiliating! His mind couldn't comprehend that this was actually happening, in front of his very own eyes.

The boy's head snapped up, as his hand was pushed forward and his teeth bit harder into his bottom lip.

"How about 'no'?"

If Jack hated something really hard in this world, it was definitely bullying. But this… this was beyond understanding. This could be subsumed under sexual assault.

And it was getting even worse.

Jack was probably crazy. Aster had told him this so many times, that the number could cover the entire walls in his school. And maybe he was crazy, mad, weird (and all those other words similar to them), but when someone was in danger he had to help. This was what people should do.

So Jack stood up, straightened his body, trying to get bigger and pushed open the door, walking inside.

When he felt the furious eyes on him, he barely resisted the shiver running down his spine. The saliva barely ran through his throat. For a second time stopped.

And then Jack heard himself speaking:

"Would you mind letting him go?"

His voice doddered, stumbled and he hoped that no one heard that. And darn, his heart felt like it was on fire, burning, trembling. It hurt. He never felt like that. Or at least he didn't remember the last time he was like that.

The auburn haired boy turned his head, directing his eyes at Jack. Two beautiful stains, lush, livid, alive, like the colors of a forest, full of magic. He could almost see the ray of sunshine shimmering between leaves.

'You know, the one with the weird nickname…?'

But now they were darkened by the gust of fear and concern.

And Jack straightened his posture. Here goes nothing.

Dagur stared at him with fury playing on his forehead and eyebrows. His fingers (still latched onto boy's hand) relaxed and tensed alternately – and for brief second Jack hoped that he would back off.

"Why?"

That was a good question and if maybe they all had some more time he would literally elaborate a full lecture about factors fighting against that kind of behavior. But they didn't have a full hour and a half, nor were in comfortable chairs.

Jack never felt the pressure of running time as much as now.

"Because…" He licked his lips.

His eyes wandered to the face of the victim, trying to search for something, some small clue that would help him, but the boy only shook his head slowly - left-right-left.

Then it clicked inside his head.

"Because he is my boyfriend, so I don't want anyone else touching him…" He said it slowly, steady, even though he was shaking inside.

Don't judge him, it was the only thing he was capable of thinking right about now. But as soon as those words left his mouth, he knew he made some kind of mistake, error and he was almost sure he heard a sound of it somewhere in his head. A loud beep in his ears.

The boy's eyes widened and lips partly opened, taken aback by that (Jack couldn't really blame him, he still wasn't sure what the heck happened) and Dagur was…

Well, to say that he was not pleased would be a very delicate way to say that he looked angry as fuck.

The red-haired teenager stood up (moving few inches away from the boy which he took with a little sight of content) and glared at Jack.

"And he is?" Hissed Dagur.

Trick question, yet nevertheless a very good one.

Jack really wanted to correct his hair, to run his fingers through them, to lose the stress building up in his muscles, but knew better not to do that.

It felt like some kind of movie, like he was playing a main role in some kind dumb chick flicks that he often watched with Tooth (because she loved them). And Jack remembered - oh so well - when characters were in similar situation and of course, he remembered as he was screaming at TV, yelling advices, trying to push the characters in good direction. But no one was helping him now. Not to mention it was a reality.

He gulped down. His throat and mouth were dry as Sahara desert. This miserable imitation of plan was crumbling down even before it was able to be fully made.

Dagur's eyes almost drilled holes inside of him, nudging to give the answer to his question and Jack relaxed and clenched his fists once again. The rock bottom was just in front of his eyes.

'The short one? I'm almost sure I heard Astrid call him…'

And suddenly the boy squealed, barely parting his lip. The sound was a little bit muffled, like he wanted to prevent it from happening. Yet the boy's eyes were focused on Jack, sending silent message, a small plead.

The sound felt familiar.

Dagur turned around, returning to stare at the auburn haired boy and he was about to open mouth to say something, before Jack gasped.

Everything clicked in his brain.

"H-hiccup!" Both people in front of him froze. His heart hammered in his ears, muffling all sounds. It was only unsteady rhythm of his heart. Yet it looked like screaming this name wasn't enough as the taller teenager only sent him a questioning look, so Jack corrected himself. "Hiccup is my boyfriend."

The white haired boy narrowed his gaze as crazy emerald irises met his own blue ones.

"You?" He asked, disbelieve dripping from his voice. "And him?"

"Yeah. Me and him." Jack said, slowly, steady, but still tried to put some warm touch to it, to feel believable. It should be over soon. Just few more minutes or even seconds and they all would be free to go. "So can you let him go? We are already late…" For what he didn't know.

Two more breaths, two longest breaths of his life and Dagur finally, terribly apathetically, stepped away, eyeing him suspiciously.

The boy's palm dropped down, like it was made from straw.

Jack moved forward, but before he was able to get close to the boy, Dagur grabbed his arm. For brief second Jack though that he would break it and judging by the strong grip, he would do it quite easily. But fortunately for him, it didn't happen.

"I'll see about that…" Was the low whisper, a growl that he heard near his ear. The last message.

And with that Dagur left the bathroom.

It felt like years before Jack was finally able to exhale air that got collected inside his lungs. His hands finally moved to his forehead, where he brushed away the fringe. It was a little bit wet. But so were his palms. And his whole body.

He should say something, right? Something to straighten the topic, clear the incomprehensibilities, explain himself. But nothing wanted to come out of his mouth.

"You didn't have to do that, you know?"

Jack blinked two times, to clear his hazed mind and register what he actually heard. And when he did, he nodded and smiled hesitantly.

"I know." He moved, leaned on the sink, putting his weight on the feet as not to destroy the porcelain bowl. "It still came better than expected, don't you say?" Okay, his voice was returning to normal, so were jittering of his hands.

Jack looked at the victim.

The boy rolled his eyes. For someone who was sexually assaulted not few minutes ago the boy acted really… sassy and sarcastically.

"Yeah, it went splendidly." The smaller teen scoffed.

And well… Jack expected to be shown quite bigger amount of gratitude than the miserable imitation of it given to him till now. Not that he expected the boy to hug him and offer gold (or rare armor), but something more warm would be nice.

The boy moved to the sink, turned the tap on and poured a giant pile of soap onto right palm. Or at least what was rest of the soap.

"It could've gone worse." Jack retorted, staring as the boy brushed furiously his hands under the water. The anger was slowly rising inside of him, but he tried with all his might to push it deeper inside. This wasn't how he expected the explanation to go.

"It could've gone a lot better either…" The boy whispered and it took all the white haired teenager's willingness to not just jump at him and strangle him right here, right there. Okay, maybe his plan was dumb, but it got Dagur away, so what was his problem?

So Jack opened his mouth to probably say something not-so-nice that could count as a yell or curse, but was stopped by the gaze of viridian eyes directed at him.

"Listen, I'm sorry…" The boy murmured whipping his hands on the trousers. "It's just my whole day was shit and then Dagur appeared when I thought that it couldn't get any worse, so well… yeah I was… am a little bit mad." His hand travelled to his face, where he moved the fringe away. "I shouldn't push it on you. It was still nice of you to help me, so thanks..." There was a sigh. "…Although you could have come with a different plan than blurting you're my boyfriend." The smirk thought soothed Jack's inside beast.

But the drum, a whisper inside his head didn't want to quiet down, so he voiced his question.

"Does Dagur do that…. Pretty often?"

Those eyes blinked, once, twice, arms moved in a shrug.

"Quite a lot."

"Oh…" Very smart. Jack cleared his throat. "I heard that he had his eyes on someone…"

The boy chuckled, but it was lifeless, didn't hold the energy, the fun it should. And after what Jack saw he couldn't quite blame him right now.

"Yeah, the poor person is me." The corners of boy's lips twitched. "So thank you one more time… err Jack I suppose?"

Jack blinked and laughed, feeling the old happy tune ringing back in his ears. He removed his hand from the pockets and showed one to the boy.

"Yes, the one and only Jackson Overland."

The smaller teenager a little bit hesitantly clenched Jack's hand and slowly shook it.

"Hamish Horrendous Haddock the Third…" Jack snickered and his companion rolled his eyes, probably used to this by now. "But as you guessed right, I come with a nickname of Hiccup…"

Their hands disconnected and with a nudge of Jack's head, showing direction to the door, they both turned.

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere. You're that kid that won that Inter-School Physics Contest last month, right?"

The boy – Hiccup – nodded, grabbed his backpack and… sweater (at least it looked like a sweater, a very wet one) from the floor and gathered it in his arm.

"Yep…" He popped the 'p' letter quite loudly. "That's me."

They walked through the dark, empty corridors, moving to the front entrance that shimmered in the distance like a light at the end of a black tunnel. Jack welcomed the cold touch of a handle with sigh, as he pushed the door and walked out.

It was chilly outside, even quite cold for anyone that wasn't Jack.

Hiccup took the chance and slipped past him. He unzipped his backpack, threw the sweater inside and put it on his back.

"Won't you be cold in only that?" Jack pointed, staring at the bare arms covered in freckles. He himself liked cold, even preferred the freezing wind over warm sun, but well… this was him, the Spirit of Winter (as once Bunny called him, when he saw Jack walking out into snow in only sweatpants and t-shirt). For everyone else it was probably deathly cold outside.

The boy massaged his arm, trying probably to warm them and sooth the last pinch of nerves still straining his body.

"I'll be fine. It is only like twenty minutes' walk."

Jack hummed, didn't really convinced by that.

"Sorry for asking, but why won't you use that sweater in your backpack?"

Hiccup shrugged as they stepped down the stairs, next to each other.

"I spilled my blue paint on it." He said, hands playing with the hem of the shirt. "I was in the middle of cleaning it in the bathroom when Dagur walked in."

Well, the auburn boy was right when he said that today was his bad day then.

They walked for few meters in silence that hugged them tightly and a little bit… weirdly. It felt like a hug from some kind of aunt that you saw only once in your life, when you were just a toddler. Uncomfortable. But what did Jack expect? They were two people that didn't even known each other.

"Hey, do you think… Dagur bought your lie?"

Jack scratched the back of his head, combing his hair a little in that place. But even though the will, the rebellious strands stood in every direction, so he gave up on them.

"Well to tell the truth I doubt it… I took quite a lot of time to answer all his question…" The laugh escaped his lips. "It looks easier from the other side of the TV."

Hiccup didn't comment it, but only rose his eyebrow high on the freckled forehead. But the quick twitch of lips that followed confirmed that he understood what Jack meant.

"Let's assume for now that he bought it. Do you think, if he really believed it, that he will spill it out to the entire school?" Jack coughed and brought back that topic again. There were still few things that needed to be solved and this was one of them.

"I'm not sure... Maybe not – because this way he would be hitting on someone taken or maybe yes – to check if that was true. He is deranged, so I wouldn't be surprised with anything he did." Hiccup spoke slowly, stopping few times, like he had to catch his flow of thoughts. "Either way, I don't really care too…"

"What?!" Jack couldn't believe it. "You don't care if someone call you the boyfriend of the most popular and, not to mention, the hottest guy at school?" He touched his chest and made a pout, trying to look like a sad puppy. "You wound me!"

Those weren't his words, it was only things that he heard flowing around the school and internet and hey, he was kind of proud of it. At least his look wasn't a mess. One good thing in his life… yay.

The boy stared at him, amusement playing in his orbs.

"Yes, I don't care. Sorry but not all fall for looks and popularity…" Ouch, he hit the point and something twisted inside Jack's chest, but he brushed that feeling quickly away, not allowing it to crumble the smirk still dancing on his lips.

But nevertheless Hiccup was right. Jack met many people that wanted to be with him just because he was handsome and quite good in sports (both of the traits got him popular around school. Why? He had no idea, this was a total mystery) and he denied all of them. Yet there was something different in hearing it and knowing it himself.

Especially from such a nerd.

"Not to mention there are some people more good-looking in our school than you."

Now, this was crossing the line!

"Like who?" Jack asked, trying to hide the curiosity in his voice. He was just interested in it, there was no second reasons behind asking it.

Hiccup stopped moving and lifted his head to stare at him. Well, now Jack finally noticed that Hiccup was really short. Jack wondered if the boy's neck hurt from staring up so many times to actually look into someone eyes while holding a conversation.

"What? You need to get dispose of the competition?"

Jack chuckled. Okay, this was a good one.

"Maybe…" He answered hoping to sound as evil as he could.

Hiccup rolled his eyes, still with that smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His hands massaged bare arms that shivered whenever wind brushed past them.

"I'm turning here. Thank you one more time for helping." Then he shrugged. "You're not as bad as I thought you were."

What?

"And what does it mean?"

"Nothing." Hiccup chirped quickly and then turned around, waving his hand. "See you maybe somewhere around the school."

Jack was just about to start this wonderful journey to his home as the corner of his eyes caught the sigh of Hiccup trembling more heavily and massaging his arms as he slowly crossed the street. It was quite the cold day anyway.

He really blamed his kind soul for this, as he quickly get rid of his favorite blouse and squeezed it into a tight ball. Karma better be working in this world.

"Hiccup!" The said boy turned around when he stopped on the small island in the middle of the street. "Catch!"

With one strong swing, Jack threw the blouse that hit Hiccup right in the face. Yeah, the auburn haired boy said something about bad luck he had following him that day.

"Don't catch a cold!"

Jack turned on his heels quickly and ran to his house.

"Astrid you just wouldn't believe what happened to me today!"

"You got a boyfriend?"

If there was a possibility of killing via phone then Astrid would drop dead on the other side right here, right there.

Hiccup sighed and leaned on his wall, holding his cellphone with one hand. The second one wandered through the quilt, following the grated patter on it.

"Unfortunately no…"

"Aster asked you out?" Astrid nudged, rising her voice a little and Hiccup was almost sure he could see the girl lifting her eyebrows.

"Still no…"

Although that would be very nice. Like incredibly amazing, just imagining it made him curl inside and want to scream, yell and shout (mostly from excitement). Those emerald eyes looking at him, so sincere, so pure, warm, kind and happy, with a light hidden inside of it, like orbitals f pushed deep inside under other shells. But the energy was still there, emitting those warm waves*…

What would he do to see it, hear this voice and maybe… just maybe touch boy's hand?

"Dagur left you alone?"

Hiccup coughed, feeling that he might just a little bit flew away for few second. But hey, thinking about your crushes make you do things like that (at least he hoped so, if not then he had some kind of weird flu). But coming back to the conversation.

"Unluckily no… wait I mean yes… kind of…"

There was a pause from the other side and when he was almost sure that the connection got cut (he moved the device further away to check it, the line was still there), he heard the loud shriek:

"What?!" Typical Astrid. Then after a while she added, more quietly and steady. "What happened?"

So Hiccup told her everything, from the very beginning of opening the locker till the… very end. Very, very end. He spared no details - his hand still felt a little bit dirty.

"And then he just threw his blouse at me and went away." His eyes wandered to the chair, or to be more precise to the blue material hanging on it. Hiccup just put it there, when he returned.

The bed creaked as the giant, fluffy, ebony creature jumped on it.

"Wait, when you said Jack you meant Jackson Overland as… him?" The girl on the other side shuffled away somewhere, maybe went under the cover, Hiccup wasn't sure.

The cat trotted to him and nudged his hand, which he raised a little and moved down, when his friend accommodated beneath it. Just the perfect place for scratching, so Hiccup did follow his friend order.

"Yes, him." The palm stroked the ear that twitched under the touch. "Unfortunately…"

"Wow, I thought that those things just happens in dumbs movies…" Astrid huffed. "The one, you know, where this girl is saved by the boy and then they fall in love and…"

"Yes, Astrid I know!" The cat wheezed when fingers scratched too close to the belly and Hiccup quickly rejected his limb. He learned well over the years to not to do that.

"But you… aren't together… right?" Ugh, that tone, a little suspicious, surprised and maybe hopeful (but for totally different matter, Hiccup didn't hear it or his mind blocked it for him). But the only thing that the brain registered were words.

"Fuck no!" Only thinking about it made him shiver with disgust.

Let's clear few things. Jackson Overland wasn't bad looking or ugly, no, no of course not. Hiccup would almost say that, yeah, he was handsome (as handsome as almost eighteen years old boy can be). He could understand why girls fawned over him, he could see the assets that made him count as 'catching the eye'. Yeah, he had a nice catching eyes, with electric blue hint and maybe the warm smile wasn't so bad too (there were some things off, like for example his ears were quite big and legs unnaturally long but it looked good on him).

So yeah, Jackson was good-looking, but in the most popular way. The way when girls sigh in nights thinking about their favorite actors, imagining them looking at them or talking or… whatever girls do at nights… in their dreams… with their crushes.

But being handsome in biological way wasn't enough for Hiccup. So Jack looked good, so what? Maybe his life will be easier at some parts because of it, or maybe it will be a pain in the ass. Who can guess? The looks wasn't important.

So he shivered in disgust not because of the looks of the certain boy, but well… simply let's say that until few hours ago he quite didn't like Jack - maybe because he only blocked him the view of the certain Australian boy - and talking with him for only few minutes didn't really affected the assessment.

So yeah, still neutral. Bonus points – he preferred someone else, so yeah that could be the case of wry assessment.

"Okay, so that cleared out…" Astrid sighed. "What do you think Dagur will do then?"

And let's come back to the harsh parts.

"This is what I'm not sure about… I really hope he would leave me alone but it feel too…" He snapped his fingers searching for words. He had this uncomfortable feeling slowly growing in the bottom of his stomach that promised nothing good.

"Easy?"

"Yes, too easy." Toothless opened one of his eye, when Hiccup's hand stopped stroking the fur. "But I meant about the fake dating. I don't really think he believed him. Heck, I wouldn't believe him. His acting was terrible."

And indeed it was. Maybe Hiccup wasn't an actor, nor he ever played in school plays but Jack acting was just… the worst.

"But he wanted to help."

"This is what I'm grateful for." Hiccup corrected the phone that tried to run away from its position, crushed between his arm and ear. "I really am, but… you know how in these dumb movies this accident always mess up the plot in the middle?"

Astrid chuckled, not the forced chuckle, not the strong one, nor powerful that shows who is the boss here, but the soft one, a little bit unsure. The nice way, where the dimples are visible, with a nice shadow casting over cheeks.

"Oh yeah, I know. Are you afraid that something similar would happen to you?"

Bingo.

"Yep, I'm almost sure something like that will happen. You know I'm magnet for that kind of thing. Like problems are a north side and I am south, or cation and anion, or electrons and free spaces in orbitals or mesons – "

"Woah, woah stop right there! I'm off school I don't need to hear more of that nerd shit."

Hiccup smiled. He loved doing that. Well, most of the time it wasn't intentional, it's just his brain was a little bit messed up by now.

But yeah, he almost knew that this was a beginning of something big and probably not something quite nice. He knew that his life lately was to… swimmingly good to be true.

Toothless lifted his face as the doors on the first floor barged open, hitting probably the opposite wall (and the auburn haired boy could almost see the flowers in living room shuddering at that impact) and then he heard his father shout:

"Hiccup, com here for a sec!"

Well this didn't sound good.

"I need to go. I'll talk to you later." He moved from the bed in the same time as his trusty companion.

"Uhuh, bye!"

And with quick click Hiccup ended the call.

He walked slowly downstairs, holding onto rail for dear life (he slipped on those wooden panels so many times, that he lost track of the number, but learned his lesson). His father was definitely in the kitchen, judging from the sweep of light blinking on the floor in the connected living room.

And indeed he was there, putting away groceries, humming something under his giant nose.

"You wanted something?" Hiccup asked as bulky man was putting the eggs on one of the shelves in the fridge.

The man turned around and clasped together now freed hands.

"Yes, yes, yes Hiccup." He smiled and the fury red mustaches twitched. "I brought them for you!"

Hiccup blinked, confused at that statement. He sat on the chair and put his elbows on the counter.

"Brought what?" He asked, not really understanding what the other meant.

"Your glasses of course!"

Oh no. Now it was complete. His full transformation, his evolution, it was done. Now he will be hyper nerd.

Hiccup fumbled with the sleeves of his sweater, observing as his father moved to the one bag and took out brown case, still humming some song.

"Here it is." He said as he pushed the case in Hiccup's tiny palms.

"Thanks…"

Stoick nodded, probably not even conscious of mixed feelings sweeping from his son.

"Dinner will be in an hour."

The auburn-haired boy tightened his grip on the package and ran to his room, where he jumped back on the bed.

Don't get him wrong. The short view was lately pissing him off (not to mention his eyes hurt from squinting them so hard, to see what was on the blackboard) so he was grateful that at least one of his problem was off the hook. It just… well, now he will even look like some smartass. Greaaat.

His hand slowly unlocked the case and took hold of the thick frames. With a last, long breath, he put the red glasses on.

And he sighed in content, when the view became more focused and clear. There was no more blurred spaces, no more unseen letters, and definitely no more missed details. It kind of felt like seeing something for the first time, even if this was his own room. Did he really have so many books? Was his quilt so detailed? Was there so many buildings visible from his window?

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad anyway.

Toothless meowed. Hiccup turned to him, smiling sheepishly. The cat tilted his head to the side and swished his tail.

"Wow, you're so…" The boy giggled. "Not blurred!"

The cat moved his whiskers, then curled around, laying down on the bed, probably intending to fall asleep. He wasn't interested in Hiccup's new look.

Hiccup moved from the bed and walked to the bathroom, exiting his room, curious how he looked (he tried them on at the oculist, but it was some time ago, and he forgot how he looked).

And one word fitted him just right when he saw his own reflection.

Nerd. Uncollated hair, standing in every direction, a lot of freckles, dotting his skin like ink, button nose, crooked front teeth and now big eyes, hidden behind red-framed glasses. Typical book nerd. Give him only flannel shirt and then he was one hundred percent perfect.

He sighed, exited the bathroom and as soon as he entered his room, he caught his phone and send a quick message:

'My transformation is complete D:'

The honk coming from the outside first thing in the morning wasn't a good sign. Well maybe it wasn't the first thing, because Jack was already in his clothes and munching slowly on toast, but well… the loud sound was still unpleasant to his ears.

His father was already on his feet as he glanced at the front door.

"It looks like your ride is here, tak?"

Jack nodded - the movement resulted in his nose hitting the butter on the toast, which he quickly brushed away with his hand. He scrambled up, gathered his things and stopped as his hands tried desperately to catch that familiar cloth that really should just hung on the hook.

Jack blinked, noticing the absence of his blue blouse. Well, he hoped that Hiccup would bring him his clothe back at school as he exited his house with nothing on.

"I'm going!" He shouted, turning around and waving at the bulky man with frosty beard standing at the counter and cutting something.

The man waved back, still with knife in big hand.

"Have a good one!"

Jack nodded and jumped out, closing the door maybe too loud for his neighbors comfort.

The car was already there. Even from few meters away Jack could see tall boy tapping rapidly the steering wheel in annoyance.

He quickly walked around, opened the door and sat in the front seat.

"You couldn't be slower, right?" Aster grumped, glancing at him, but changing the gear nevertheless.

"Aww you know I'm a heavy sleeper. It is a miracle I still wasn't late to practice this year!" Jack said, grinning and fastening seatbelts. His backpack was standing between his legs.

"Yeah, thanks to me…" The taller boy mumbled and stopped the car on the lights. His one hand travelled to gray hair and pushed some fringe away from the forehead. "Maybe it's not my problem, but where is your blouse?"

Jack shrugged. That was quite predictable that his best-friend (but no one can say that to Aster) would see that one giant difference.

"It's a…" Long, strange, stupid, crazy, unbelievable? "…weird story…" Yeah, that worked too.

Aster looked at him for a brief second, his green eyes sparkling in confusion and interest. Good thing that Aster was such a good driver, because if this would be anyone different Jack would be praying for his life.

"Care to elaborate?" He switched on the turn signal and started to turn the steering wheel.

"Okay." Jack actually wanted to talk about it. Well, Aster really was his best friend (no matter how weird that sounded), not to mention he was smart (but Jack would never admit that to his face) and often pulled him out from the mess Jack jumped into. "But don't yell!" Just to be sure.

"Ooo I don't like that already, mate…"

One deep breath and go.

"So you remember as yesterday I stayed a little bit longer, right?" Aster nodded, his eyes focused on the road, but Jack knew he was listening. "And when I was walking out of the school building I heard some talking coming from the bathroom."

The taller one lifted his eyebrow.

"And I found Dagur harassing some boy there…" Jack shook his head remembering the situation he had walked into. "So I felt bad for him and tried to help him somehow…" He prolonged the last word. Ugh, thinking about telling it and actually telling it were two different things. Not to mention Aster quite often jumped to conclusions.

And Aster immediately caught it. Damn.

"I don't like it."

Jack chuckled, his hand travelling to run his finger through barely made hair, standing in every direction. He didn't quite understand why he was suddenly so nervous. He didn't do anything bad, right? Maybe made some bad decisions, well that situation could have been resolved in different way, but hey! Blame too much movies for that. And his damn nerves.

"And I may have said that I'm this boy boyfriend…"

"Oh my God…" Aster whined as he turned and drove onto the school's parking, suddenly very unsteady.

There wasn't many cars nor bikes as it was pretty early, so the boy parked in his usual spot, under the tree, not too far away from the entrance to the Gym.

Aster turned off the engine. Jack exited the car as fast as he could, probably to run away from the preach that would definitely happen, but to no avail as his friend was right on his heels.

"And what happened then?"

Jack tried to put his hands inside pockets, but they didn't found the comforting warmness, nor any type of friction, so they ended inside pockets of his brown trousers.

"Dagur left and we went out of school."

"Okay, this story have so many holes, my mind can't comprehend it…" Aster said and sighed. "So for first, why exactly you don't have your blouse, because it is still a mystery?"

"Well this boy was in the bathroom because he spilled some paint on his sweater and was in the middle of washing it when Dagur came. So I lent him mine because it looked like he was really cold."

"Okay, so that's out of the way. Next one, Dagur just left, just like that?"

Jack nodded and corrected the strip on his arm, because his backpack felt like it could fall any second and ran away from him.

"Yeah, weird right?"

Actually, Jack spent quite some time in the evening reliving that day over and over in his head. Or to be more precise - that afternoon. He was thinking about other ways he could use to save the boy – Hiccup – and he came to conclusion that he took… maybe not the worst, but the second worst. Okay, but it happened and well… You can't take the past, right? There was no reason for crying over spilled milk?

The mystery was Dagur himself. His suspicious departure was surprising. Jack expected everything from him, for example murder, punch to the face, hard kick, but not just… him walking away.

"Either way he believed your story, but with your acting I highly doubt it…" Aster sent him a smirk. Jack rolled his eyes. "Or he didn't believe any part of it and is planning something."

"I really hope for the first option, but the second one is more possible." Jack then pushed the door to the Gym. "Either way we will probably find out soon…"

Their morning practice flew with no problem and no weird glances directed at him. Which was fine. Well as fine as Jack thought.

He walked slowly to his locker, greeting everyone on his way, waving hands and nodding, but everything looked normal. Maybe they shouldn't be stressed about it? Maybe Dagur bought their lie? And if he did…

That was the hard part. Jack and Hiccup weren't a pair, they weren't even friends! So maybe Dagur bought their lie, but for how long he will believe in it? He was deranged, but not stupid.

And Jack seriously could care less, he could simply not do anything, he could say that it was a lie or they suddenly broke up. He could just walk to Dagur and tell the truth. He could do all of it.

But he wouldn't. Why? Maybe simply because the fear radiating from the small boy was enough for him to step inside. Blame his good heart for all problems he made himself fall into. It wasn't the first time he did something like that (and it definitely won't be the last), so he can take the blame and guilt onto himself and push this lie a little bit further away. Jack was totally fine with that…

But how about Hiccup?

Jack knew him only as a - a) that guy who won some contest (Aster told him about it) - b) the pro-nerd that every teacher is talking about and c) the one guy that is tormented by Dagur (which he found out yesterday). Which wasn't much actually. In which grade he was, what classes he was taking, what was his shoe size? It was all a mystery for him.

The white haired boy opened his locker, threw his sport bag inside and retrieved the old one (which he used to walk around the school). He grabbed few notebooks, pens (wondering if they were still writing), pencils and books, pushed them deep inside the bag and closed the door – glancing only to check where he had his classes. Not his fault that he had a bad memory, so he still couldn't remember the plan.

He was just about to walk away when someone painfully pushed past him, making him almost hit the lockers with the other arm. Jack hissed in pain (because heck, this guy was strong) and looked back at the attacker.

He never was bullied (okay, maybe once but it was the first day after he dyed his hair white and Aster took care of them pretty quick… too quick), nor was he a fan of this kind of activity.

The red haired senior looked at him with malicious eyes and smirk painted on his bruised face.

Okay, this wasn't anything that Jack expected from this day, especially not Dagur almost pushing him to the ground, then sending him the hardest glare combined with even worse evil smirk. Okay, this situation called for drastic measures, like moving the fuck away as fast as possible.

But this wasn't needed, because Dagur turned around, walked away, hands in pockets, humming something under his nose.

"So you wasn't lying." Jack snapped his head up to stare at his best-friend that walked towards him.

"Why should I lie about that?" He asked, staring back one more time to see the posture disappearing behind the corner. His hand went to his arm. "Damn, that guy had a problem…"

"With his head or body strengths?"

"Both, definitely both." There would be definitely a bruise, Jack could feel it already forming.

The first bell rang above their heads and Aster shook his head.

"Let's see what this day bring us…"

The fun part started, of course, after the first class. At first Jack felt someone staring at him (very furiously or intimidating or maybe curious, he wasn't some psycho to feel that!). But as he looked around, he saw many people looking at him, greeting or waving hands like any other day. Yet the nagging touch was there, caressing the back of his neck softly.

Don't get him wrong, Jack loved to be in the center of attention, just… not like that.

Aster sent him a surprised looked. When Jack noticed it and brushed it away as probably his imagination. So maybe after first class it really was only his imagination.

But definitely after second he was suspicious that Dagur actually wasn't too secretive with this piece of fake information he got a hold off. That was an option Jack considered, but not actually took as the highest possible one.

"Okay, now I get what you were talking about." Aster murmured as they both stared at two girls that suddenly turned around and whispered something to each other, still glancing back at them… or more at him.

"Finally!" Jack smiled at the boy with whom he had English - he waved lazily, maybe a little bit shy or… unsure. Oh no…

"But I still didn't see your boyfriend or even knew who he is."

Jack rolled eyes, a little bit amused by the tone the taller boy used. A little bit seductive, hinted with curiosity. Yeah, Aster was sometimes a big, baby bunny. But Jack thought that he maybe can keep him in darkness for a little bit longer.

And also because he was afraid that someone might hear them, he said:

"You probably met him soon."

Yet, even Jack had to say that this was some deep shit he jumped into. Like really deep, it was Baikal Lake of tangled problems and he just swam to the center with no life jacket nor compass. He could think of a better plan, but no, why should his brain act responsible when it was needed!

He needed to talk about this with Hiccup, like now… or pretty soon. Thinking about that, he wondered how the freckled boy was taking it.

"I don't like it Astrid, not even a bit…" Hiccup murmured as he spotted another group staring at him with weirded-out look.

He hated to be the one everyone looked at, to be the topic of people talks and conversation or worse… to be the main hero of rumors. But it looked like this was really happening right now. He was some sick protagonist in a weird romance book.

"Wow, this is… different." Astrid whistled, brushing away fringe from her eye and looking around.

"This is a disaster Astrid!" He moaned and curled inside himself as another girl sent him that look - look that promised nothing good. "Please walk faster, we'll be late!" Not to mention Hiccup wanted to get as far away from this crowded corridor as possible.

Suddenly the idea of being in a class was like a salvation, a soothing balm to his soul.

The blonde looked around, nodding her head, stomping louder, but definitely faster. Hiccup had to almost run to be on the same level with her.

When they busted inside classroom, there were still some minutes left before the bell. They sat in the front (Astrid hated sitting there, but for Hiccup it was the only place he was left alone), sighing in unison as their butts hit the wooden seats.

"You would though that people have more problems on their head to care about stupid rumor." The girl leaned on the chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"This is a problem Astrid. Dagur probably wanted to check if this was true or not and it ended like this…" Hiccup knew what people were whispering about, he wasn't an idiot. "My life is ruined."

"But you ran away from Dagur." Astrid stated.

"Really? By being in a relationship that doesn't even exist? Face it Astrid, someone will soon ask me or…" Here he rolled his eyes fancy. "… Jack if this was true and then what should I say?"

Astrid opened her mouth and closed – looking like a fish that was on the shore and tried to breathe the oxygen floating around it. It was still there, but was unable to do it.

"I don't know." She finally said and Hiccup wasn't too surprised with the result. "You should probably talk with…" Here she imitated the shudder he often made whenever he had to refer to the white haired boy. "… Jack."

"I know, I know. Not to mention I still had his blouse." If Hiccup had it in his backpack he would pat it now, not so gently, but the piece of clothing was in the locker. He didn't want anyone pointing him of being in possession of Jackson Overland's precious blouse. No, they already had too much problems with this.

"How about lunch?" The girl put both her hands on the desk, laying down her head but still staring at him expectantly.

"Nope. With so many people around? I don't want to gather even more attention, than I already am. So no, that plan is burned and out of the way."

"After classes then?"

The auburn haired boy turned ostentatiously to his friend, covering his eyes as another person shot him a glance while entering the room.

"Seem more safe and possible enough for me…" He took a deep breath. "But this means I'm forced to go through this hell all day."

Astrid laughed, her hair flowing around. She often laughed with her full body.

"It's your choice." She said, the smile still glued to her lips when she calmed down, probably amused by this whole situation. "By the way…"

Hiccups ears perked.

"I love your glasses~"

He groaned.

Finally, finally someone broke that wall. That invisible barrier surrounding him and his friends (Tooth was informed about the situation as fast as they all met) crumbled down and Jack wasn't sure if he was actually happy with it or not.

"Are you and Haddock going out?" Surprisingly, it wasn't Heather who asked him that, but the girl which had sat with him in French last year.

And Jack, expected to be asked anything… No, that was wrong - he expected to be asked almost anything (and especially this question), but he didn't expect to be asked so straight-forward about this.

"Uhm…" Was the only sound that left his mouth.

And how was he supposed to answer that? Excuse me, ma'am but I need to find this Haddock person and clear some things, then I'll be able to fully answer your question? Wait a moment, I need to call him – oh wait, he didn't have his number?

Tooth and Aster stood few meters away and although girl looked worried, Aster was laughing his ears off. Stupid Bunny. Aster and Tooth were too far to hear them, but it wasn't so hard to guess what they were talking about anyway.

"So are you or not?" The girl in front asked a little louder, while crossing her hands on her chest.

So he played the only card he got – trying to gain some time.

"And why does this concern you?" Jack asked instead, shifting his weight.

The girl blinked, taken aback, but quickly (too quickly) returned to her previous interrogation mood.

"I'm just asking sincerely and expect an honest answer."

Ugh, and he though she was a nice girl. But it looked like he was wrong.

"And this is a private territory and I'm not obligated to answer your interrogation. Now if you excuse me, my friends are waiting for me." And with that Jack circled around her, hands in pockets of his trousers and trying to remain as calm as possible.

Aster tapped his arm, but the smirk was dancing on his pale lips.

"Way to go, Frost." He grinned.

Ugh, how Jack hated Aster now.

"Shut up, what was I supposed to say?" Jack groaned.

Tooth put her small palm on his arm, gracing him with reassuring smile.

"I think you dodged that question very nicely." She said, her voice flowing with kindness. And least one of his friends was on his side.

"As a giant, dancing opossum." Why was he even spending time with this dumbass was still a mystery to Jack. Ah yeah, best friend and all that shit. Where can he unsubscribe himself from this friendship?

Jack rolled his eyes, but followed his friends nevertheless.

But the worst was just in front of him. The lunch, the Armageddon, the end of the world. He can just feel to herd of people approaching him, asking things they shouldn't have. Why, oh, why teenagers couldn't mind their own business? Look at those nerds that never approached him! They don't care if he is going out with someone, why other people can't be like them! Curse his popularity! And the fact that this school was so boring!

Coming to this, Jack still couldn't comprehend this. He was only a part of soccer club and yeah, he may, may not have scored a few winning goals, but it was only that. It wasn't like he was super amazing at sports and yet he found himself getting more known around the school. And don't get him wrong, he loved the attention, to be recognized, it's just… He wanted to be recognized by something more important than 'being good in sports', being awed by things that mattered to him.

He gulped hard when the cafeteria came into sight.

"Hey Jack, we can always eat somewhere else if you're not up to sitting with them?" Tooth asked pointing with her thumb to the door.

"No, I'm fine, besides suddenly disappearing would be even worse." Jack sighed. "I just want people to mind their own business. Well who cares if I'm going out with anybody. It's my own matter!"

"They do, I suppose." Aster nudged him. "Don't worry, we'll be here to scare every person off…" Then he stopped speaking.

Jack followed his sudden sharp gaze that was directed somewhere far away. The groan automatically left his mouth.

"Except that one. You're on your own, mate!" The taller boy patted him on the back, very harsh, but Jack couldn't really feel him. Tooth only sent him an apology look (her violet eyes shining in the light with unspoken words), leaving him alone with her.

Heather Berserk.

She was stomping right at him, like train speeding up, that just left its station. And her eyes, ebony, swirled, blinked with something that Jack didn't like. Red, furious lips formed a thin line.

"Jack, can we talk for a while!" She asked when she was close enough, in Jack hearing range, yet she still said it too loud for comfort.

And what options did Jack have – a) run away, b) distract long enough for pause to end, c) talk like normal human beings? Okay, let's start with not harmful way. Press the c button!

"Okay… here or…?" Please not some empty classroom, or storage, or bathroom. Please, please, please!

The girl looked around, scrunching her nose when the loud yell coming from cafeteria didn't please her too much. She then moved to stand next to him and smiled sweetly.

"How about a walk?"

Good enough for him.

They roamed around corridors, directing their steps slowly (too slow for Jack likes), but surely to the outsides, to be more precise – to the small backyard behind their school. It was still warm enough for it to be open, but not hot enough for people to actually hang out in big groups there.

If maybe Aster would like the freezing wind a little more, they would spend lunch there and not in the crowded cafeteria.

"So…" Okay, here they go. "I heard some rumors around the school…" Her voice was soft, tingling at the end, like a bell when you open the door to the shop with sweets. Only you find it to be a butcher.

"I didn't drink the water from urinal, it's a lie!" Jack automatically responded, trying really hard not to grin at the wide eyes that looked at him, totally taken aback.

"Erm no, not that rumor, but thanks for clearing that one now." She said and lifted her hand to brush away the strand of her hair. "I mean the one with you and Hiccup…"

How everyone suddenly knew who he was and he barely just found out his name yesterday! How even this works!? How, what? Their school was a mystery! Was Hiccup ridiculously popular earlier? No, definitely no.

You got it Jack, play dumb, buy some time, until you find Hiccup and you can clear few things, especially where they were going with this. But for now, buy yourself some time.

"And how do you even know that?" Jack asked, prolonging every word, not looking at his companion. He was so bad at lying, every person could read through him just by looking him in the eyes.

Maybe because of that the whole school was buzzing about it. Dang it!

"Really Jack? Are you asking me that?" She asked with her thin eyebrows raised high onto her forehead.

And suddenly Jack may or may not have remembered that Heather and Dagur were family.

"Oh yeah, sorry, forgot." But who could blame him, they looked totally different!

"So you can say I have my information from the first hand. So now, please answer me nicely."

Okay, Jack you got it!

"So you see… Funny story…"

Wait, wait, wait hold on! Let him think about it from normal or logical perspective. Looking at it hypothetically, if he would be in a relationship that technically made him unapproachable by other people who seek their feelings being reciprocated. Was this why Heather was asking him aabout that (or other people)? Because they thought he was taken?

So if he really was, then that meant people would leave him alone? No more nagging Heather, asking him to go out, no more secret letters in lockers, no more refusing the girls and breaking their hearts (Jack really hated telling them the truth). This all was in front of his eyes. Yeah, this could be totally awesome! Jack just needed to pump up and…

"Yeah, we totally together!"

Now Jack could only hope Hiccup would go along with it.

Heather blinked, probably not expecting that kind of answer. Her eyes darkened for a little, but not in the mean way. It felt like she tried more like to hide something with that look.

"Ah, really? I never saw you two together…" Her voice held a hint of skepticism, mixed with disbelieve. Just perfect combination for this conversation.

"Well because we don't hang out at school, doesn't mean we don't hang out at all." Jack said. But she hit the point, quite in the center. But hey, It's his matter with whom he talks in school, right?

Heather sent him a look, the look that didn't show any acceptance, but Jack didn't really care. If this meant getting Heather off himself then he was totally fine.

They walked around the school in silence for few more minutes and this time was the most unsettling, yet happiest seconds he had spent around Heather. At least in the last few months it became unbearable to be around her.

"Soo…" Oh no, here it goes again. "For how long?"

Jack wanted to cringe, he wanted to scream, yell and shout because why should he answer that? He could simply walk away, leaving the question hanging in the air. He totally could do that. But something inside told him to halt, because there was something wrong with interrogating him. Like the girl was searching for something, some gap, mistake, clue.

"I'm sorry Heather, but my relationship with Hiccup is something private and the whole school only know about it, because I accidentally spilled it. I would be very happy if you could stop asking me question that should not concern you." Damn, he said something smart. Tooth would be proud for him about that.

She blinked, then bit the corner of her lip, eyes darting to the ground, arms slumping and for the first time (in like months), Jack saw her so… miserable and sad. Like she suddenly was deprived of all hope.

Then her painted, red lips opened.

"Okay…"

This was… easier and faster than expected.

Something heavy fell from Jack heart. It meant no bugging from Heather. He was finally free, free man… well not technically free, but yeah.

"You need to introduce him to me." And everything crashed down in an instant. "Oh, you can come together to this party twins are throwing out!"

"Erm party?" Jack asked, hands moving automatically to comb through his white strands nervously. "I don't think this is such a good idea…"

"Hey, you don't have to introduce him to everyone. Not to mention…" Her eyebrow flew up. "All school is buzzing about it, so I guess it doesn't matter now, right?"

"I still want to make it as private as possible…"

Heather only smiled sweetly.

"I guess it's too late…"

This was going from good to freaking worse and worse. Jack need to find Hiccup, as fast as possible and clear few things. Before it was too late!

But then Heather checked her wrist, gasping loudly.

"Oh I need to go, I promised Miss Anna I will see her at lunch. See you!" She smiled at him, turned around and literally flew into school, heels striking fast rhythm after her.

And Jack simply stood there, gaping at the swinging front door, forward and back, forward and back, screeching loudly.

He put his hand on his face.

"This didn't go as planned…" But there was no plan in the beginning. Only bunch of ideas and something similar to directions he wanted to follow. But it looked like even with so many tips on how to combine pieces of puzzles, he couldn't put together the image.

Then he heard a laugh. If maybe it would be any other day he would brush it away, because hearing someone laughing in the school was normal. But he was tired, nervous and now overall stressed about the mess, so the sound made his nerves vibrate.

Yet the voice that followed was like a balm to the sore wounds.

"Stop it Astrid, it wasn't my fault!"

Jack spun on his heel in the speed of light (well, technically no, but whatever), just in time to see two people walking into the school's ground, holding two cups of coffee and grinning.

Here he was, the partner in crime, his salvation, his fake-boyfriend or whatever. Jack was never so happy to see someone face in his entire life. Especially someone whom he just met yesterday.

"Hiccup!" Jack shouted, waving his hand frantically, like the loud sound wasn't enough to get the attention of the only people near him.

The said boy jumped (almost spilled his drink), glancing around nervously before focusing his gaze at him. Was that glasses on his nose? Did he have glasses yesterday? No, Jack didn't think so.

Hiccup stiffened when he noticed him – his hands gripped the cup tighter and damn, Jack was almost sure he would turn around and run into the school if it wasn't for the blonde girl next to him that nudged his arm and whispered something into his ear. Hiccup sent her a glare, but the corner of his lips twitched.

They both slowly walked towards him.

"Hey Jack." The boy murmured, looking at him. The girl only waved, amusement clearly written in her eyes. Jack had a feeling she knew everything (not to mention he felt like he saw her somewhere).

"Hey, hey…" Okay, they didn't have much time, Jack was totally sure of that. He clapped his hands together. "I think we need to talk. Can you met me behind the school after classes?"

Hiccup surprisingly nodded quickly, biting his lip, then opened his mouth like the simple movement wasn't enough.

"Yeah, sure, okay." He said, smiling a little.

"Okay, cool, thanks. Now I need to go before…" And of course the bell chose actually this time to make himself acknowledged around the school. "Yeah, that works too…" Jack groaned.

Great. He turned around, glanced back to wave one last time and disappeared into the school.

"So I guess I catch you later?" Astrid asked, not looking at him, instead putting books into her bag.

"Yeah, sure."

She turned around and smiled.

"You'll be fine. Don't worry." She patted his arm, but for Hiccup it was like a ton of bricks was put onto his back (his spine would break, but well, metaphorically he felt like that). "And don't think about not telling me what you've talked about!"

Hiccup didn't even though about not telling her one second. She would be the first person that would get to know everything

"I will, don't worry. Now I better go." He said, throwing his backpack onto his arm.

"Good luck!" Luck with what? Wait, you know what? Hiccup didn't want to know.

With a loud sigh he straightened his sweater (different from the yesterday one, that one was still hanging in the bathroom), corrected the hold on the blue blouse and moved to the back exit.

The school wasn't empty, there were still some students that he passed by. They all shot him a weird glance. Hiccup cursed under his nose (he should had taken some kind of bag to hide the familiar blouse of the certain teenager), but tried not to pay much attention to it.

When he pushed the door, the sudden gust of wind hit him right in the face, making him cringe. His glasses almost fell down. He pushed them up his nose, then looked around. Jack still wasn't here.

With a huff, he decided to wait a little bit. It wasn't like he had anything else to do. Astrid had her training today. Well, the free time maybe was in his favor, because he still didn't know what to tell Jack.

Let's look at it objectively. Today was definitely the worst. Being in the center of attention was one of his worst nightmares. And for what? For some kind of weird rumor that probably Dagur spilled around. Or maybe it wasn't him. Now it didn't matter so much. What mattered was that he wanted to be left alone. No secret glances, no weird looks, no whispering to each other. He wanted his invisibility back.

But if Hiccup stared at it from the other side, he was left alone. Dagur didn't come to him and tried to make a move. To tell the truth, he didn't even glanced at him today! And it was amazing. So yeah, that was good thing, but for how long will it last?

"Hey, hey sorry for the wait. Professor Black stopped me."

Hiccup lifted his head, staring back at the blue deep oceans.

"No problem. You have some problems with math?" Hiccup asked, lifting his eyebrow. He, of course, heard that Jack was no A-student, but to have eye-to-eye talks with teachers? And Professor Black for that? No, Hiccup would decline that offer.

"Kind of, but this is not important right now…" Jack mumbled, smiling sheepishly (his cheeks dusted a light pink). "Should we move somewhere else or…?"

Hiccup nodded, but then quickly took the blouse from under his arm and pushed it into Jack's chest.

"I brought your blouse back. Don't worry, I washed it."

Jack blinked few times, but took his blouse and put it on with a thankful smile. It fitted him perfectly (for Hiccup it was way too big, but hey, it warmed him up, so he wasn't complaining too much. Good that no one saw him yesterday!) also definitely looking better in it than Hiccup.

"Wow thanks, but you didn't have to do that!" Hiccup shrugged at that, moving in the same tempo as the taller boy. "The Town's Park will be fine?"

"Yeah, sure."

The Burgess Central Park wasn't too far away and it wasn't often visited by students (only old ladies or mother with kids) so it was the perfect place. But to tell the truth Hiccup often sat there whenever he had a chance. Maybe it was the atmosphere there?

They didn't actually talk much while walking there, but Hiccup surprisingly didn't mind. It gave him time to think about what he really wanted to say. And maybe Jack was doing it too, judging by the furrowed eyebrows and occasionally murmurs that slipped past his lips.

The park actually wasn't big. There were only few paved paths, circling in weird way around the fountain in the middle, yet there was a lot of free place filled with fresh, perfectly trimmed grass in the spring and summer. When you looked at the Burgess Central Park in the middle of the summer though, it was riddled with colorful blankets, towels and small points moving everywhere. But now, in the autumn, it was covered with leaves running away from trees surrounding the park.

They found some bench, in a little bit secluded area, near the trees. It was still visible, but people wouldn't hear what they were talking about. Well, there wasn't too many people in the first place. Only five kids and three mothers at the small playground on the other side of the park.

And oh my gosh, they sat so awkwardly, next to each other, but far enough so they weren't touching their tights nor knees. Hiccup was playing with the hem of his sweater in his hands. Jack was tapping his knee rapidly, like he was drumming some rhythm. Once or twice, from the corner of his eyes, Hiccup saw Jack opening his mouth (his spine always straightened a little with each try), but only at fourth try the sound actually left those pale lips.

"Soo today was definitely interesting, that's for sure." He said, slowly. "I never thought that so many people were interested in my love life."

Hiccup snorted. And this was coming from one of the most popular person in the whole school?

"Yeah, those crypto glances were definitely the best." After a while Hiccup added, holding onto thread sticking out from the sweater. "Glad no one approached me. I didn't even know people knew my name actually."

Jack laughed lamely (the sound you make when you don't know what to add), his hands flying up to his hair.

"Sooo… no Dagur either?" The boy asked, weirdly unsure tone swimming to the surface from his voice.

Hiccup nodded.

"Yeah, fortunately no Dagur. That was nice for a change." But the attention wasn't.

"Good, good, good, very good indeed." Jack sighed happily.

Hiccup was taken aback by the teenager's voice, but only showed this in glancing at him with lifted eyebrow.

"Okay, but this wasn't what you… we…" Hiccup breathed out slowly. This was embarrassing. "Wanted to talk about right?"

Yeah, he also wanted to talk and clear few things between them.

Jack blinked, confused, hand still tangled in his white locks, only to finally, terribly slowly fell down back onto his lap.

"Yeah." He took deep breath. "Can I be really straight right now?"

And Hiccup couldn't keep his mouth shut, of course.

"Well you just faked a relationship with a boy, so I don't know how straight you can be…"

The chuckle that exited the taller boy's lips wasn't something Hiccup expected, but was welcomed nevertheless. Just when he was nervous his sarcasm had a bad habit of showing up too much, like uninvited guest.

"Okay, that was a good one." Jack said, looking like he heard the best joke in his entire life (Hiccup had better things in his assets than that). Then he looked him right in the eyes and with sudden seriousness asked. "Can we… like… hold this fake-relationship a little longer?"

The auburn haired boy though about this possibility, but the odds of it happening were too small for his mind to care too much about it. So his brain wasn't prepared for that, so it only allowed him to mumble:

"Why?"

Jack looked everywhere but at him, a small tint of pink splayed around his cheeks that he now scratched.

"Well, because you know… I had this girl following me around – Heather… and after she heard that I may, may-not be with you, she kind of gave this signal that she might just leave me alone, knowing I'm already taken. Not to mention I will be free from all those fangirls, so… yeah, pretty tempting right?" Then he looked at Hiccup, eyes lightning up. Hiccup had to agree he looked nice with that glint. "At least for me. So I thought I may propose the idea of prolonging this…"

"Lie?" Hiccup added the word, smirking a little.

"I wanted to say the 'suave-way-to-save-both-of-out-asses plan' but your option works too."

Hiccup exhaled deeply, brushing away the fringe from his eyes. He wasn't too sure about this, although he thought about it earlier (and was taken aback by Jack asking about it so straight-forward). Fake-dating Jackson Overland meant hard glares from some people definitely, not to mention they were technically lying, right? Ugh, Hiccup hated doing it. But this way he could get away from Dagur (and lately his way of flirting started to get more… grabby) not to mention Aster was Jack's best-friend, so by spending more time with the white haired prankster he could actually spend some time with the tall boy. And this… this sounded heavenly.

Soo yeah, maybe?

"But how are we supposed to act? They never saw us near each other. We never talked and suddenly we are together. You must also acknowledge that this is a little dystopic."

"I told Heather that it was supposed to be a secret, but I made a mistake and accidentally blurted out this information."

Hiccup crossed his arms, his brain sending him a mixed signals.

"This doesn't make it more believable…"

Jack spun around, addressing him with stupidly wide grin. If Hiccup would look more closely he would see small fireworks' sparks inside those blue pools.

"So you agree to my proposition?" Jack voice was now an octave higher, like a child that got too excited over some trip.

"I never said no." He grumbled. This was slowly going nowhere. He needed to give clear answer, no maybes or possibilities.

Hiccup was sure he was stepping into something big, something definitely messy, something weird. It wasn't some complicated integral, where you need to use at first integration by parts, then use the substitution and voila you get the result*. This was something more difficult.

This was some case of real life Schrödinger equation*.

So he wasn't totally sure why he did it, the first step. Hiccup was calm, collected, cold-minded and yet… this was really stupid.

When Jack looked at him, with a mixed feeling (some sadness or confusion, mixed, stirred together with a pinch of disappointment and displeasure) Hiccup only sighed heavily, arms slumping down in defeated manner.

So he threw his hands in the air in the end.

"Okay I agree on that really, incoherently, unbelievable plan!"

"Great!"

Good that at least one of them was optimistic about that idea.

"Okay, we now have mutual consent which is good." Terrible, Hiccup's mind corrected. "So now I think we need some kind of plan…"

Jack lifted one of his eyebrow.

"Plan?"

"You know, what do we do from now on, how do we act or anything related to that. For instant, my friend Astrid, whom you met earlier will definitely know what is really happening between us. I plan of keeping no secret between her and me."

Jack blinked, then nodded, the realization swimming in those eyes.

"Aster and Tooth will also know. Well I actually told them what happened yesterday, I hope you don't mind?" This was directed at Hiccup who shook his head, showing that he didn't mind that… too much. "You know Tooth and Aster? She is this girl with those colorful hair and Aster is this tall boy always following me…"

Ugh, Hiccup knew too well who Aster was. And from his observation it was Jack who followed the taller boy, not the other way around. But Hiccup had to play his part well or else Jack would guess everything. No, no thank you about that.

"I know them, don't worry. And I'm totally fine with that." He said. His glasses moved down on the nose, almost threating him to fall down, so he pushed them up. He was still so unaccustomed to it.

"Good, good then. So about what else should we talk about?"

"Maybe how we should act from now on? You know… with this whole… relationship thing…"

It was so hard for words to slip from Hiccup's mouth. This wasn't his comfort zone, not even actually comfortable topic. Differential equations? No problem! Exercises about the theory of relativity*? Pshh, cliché. But relationships? How do they even work?!

And Jack, suave dumbass as he was, started laughing. Ugh, Hiccup's discomfort and awkwardness could be probably smelt by predators even from few kilometers away.

But the teenager was still giggling, chuckling and snorting. The arms shook under the internal force and lips were stretched to the maximum of function. Great, even his fake-boyfriend was making fun of him.

This will be one hella difficult year.

Even the bench started to shake under them, which wasn't a good sign.

"Jack, stop."

And the boy took deep breath and massaged his probably aching cheeks.

"Sorry you just… said this whole sentence like a robot." But then Jack moved, threw his arm over Hiccup's shoulder, moving closer. "Don't worry. All relationship problems leave… to me."

He didn't feel too good with that.

"Yeah, because all your past relationships ended so well." Hiccup rolled his eyes, remembering quite few rumors running around their school.

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, but arms didn't leave his shoulder. They slowly started to get heavy.

"I will ignore this comment for the sake of this plan working."

"You can't run away from the truth…" Hiccup's lips twitched at the look the teenager sent him. "Anyway, if that's all for today, I should get going. Homework won't do itself unfortunately…"

Jack lifted his hand, which allowed him to slip from the bench and stood up straight.

"Yeah, it was getting late." Jack also stood up.

Hiccup cringed, suddenly feeling the difference in heights between them. This was so unfair. Hiccup barely reached Jack's chin (barely, he was so thankful for his wild mop of hair, for making him look even a little bit taller)!

Thinking about that, Aster was even taller than Jack. Hiccup was never so close to the boy to get a chance to see really how tall, but judging by Jack's height…

"Hey, can I get your phone number? This way we can still talk about it at home."

Hiccup shrugged, reaching the surface of his thoughts. He took out his phone.

"Sure."

Wouldn't kill to have your fake-boyfriend's number? They put their numbers in each other phones. For a second Hiccup though how he should name himself on the contact list, but ended with simply writing 'Hiccup'. This was good, right?

Jack smirked under his nose (a movement that showed nothing good), giving him his cellphone back after a few seconds.

"Here. So I guess I see you tomorrow?" Jack asked.

"Unfortunately yes." Very unfortunately.

The boy only smiled (seriously, does that grin ever leave his face or is it permanently soldered), waved and walked away, humming something under his nose.

Well that was romantic.

Hiccup turned on his heels, moving in the direction to his house. There were many, many things that still needed to be cleared between them, but they could talk about it later… or move with the flow. Or something like that.

Ugh, Hiccup could already feel problems gathering around them. Why, oh why he agreed to that? Ah yeah, Dagur and Aster, ying and yang… Damn his heart for suddenly beating so loudly while thinking about that damn tall boy (and his stupid eyes and smirk and ugh everything). Life would be easier without love. It wasn't even love, it was some weird teenage crush, a chemical compound full of substituents and heterocycles…

His pocket buzzed. Hiccup fished out his phone. A new message from Astrid.

So how did it go? ;)

As well probably as she could guess.

And some small details:

*Orbitals f are the one that are under every other orbital, so they are on the deepest level.

*I just wanted to add this part about integrals xD. You can integrate by parts or by using substitution. There are some other ways, but they are the one mostly used.

*Schrödinger equation – 'It is a wave equation in terms of the wave function which predicts analytically and precisely the probability of events or outcome.' In Chemistry it usually can be only used for atoms of hydrogen. Have you seen the equation? It is crazy and I'm so glad I didn't have to calculate it.

*The theory of relativity – It is a theory about dilatation of time and length and many other important things. For example, if there was a pen laying in the rocket, the real length of it in the rocket and the length of it from our point of view would be different (of course only if the rocket would be moving). It is pretty darn amazing, if you like that kind of things better read about it =D!

I know I said I won't be writing any more long fanfics... but I couldn't stop myself xD. I hope you enjoyed it.

Thank you so much for reading! Hope to see you again :3!