Erm...hi guys. I have decided that I will have four main stories I will work on: this story, that I am just now starting, We'll Fix You, Light in the Darkness, and Silence.

So I know that I have like five fics going on right now, but I have read so many unfinished human Jack AUs with abuse and stuff and I wanted to do this. So sorry, but I'm not sorry.

Disclaimer: WHHHHHYYYYYYY?!

Jack slipped past groups of teens in the hallway, reaching up occasionally to make sure his hood was still up, covering his messy stark-white hair. He didn't want or need anybody recognizing him yet.

"Move it, Frost!" his least favorite person said, deliberately shoving him. His books tumbled out of his arms and he winced. So much for going unseen and unrecognized.

"Sorry," Jack muttered, kneeling down and picking his books up.

"Yeah, you should be. You were taking up the whole goddamn hallway!" the boy exclaimed. He had dull brown hair, tan skin, and was tall, probably a little over 6 feet. He always wore the colors black, white and gray, and his name was Aster. He hated Jack's guts for no reason whatsoever and so Jack hated him back. After all, what else was he supposed to do, sit there and let Aster beat him up?

Maybe he should. He was worthless, after all.

The only problem with the little hate party was that Aster was popular and had social support while Jack...let's just say he didn't have much of a social life. He had no one.

No one ever talked to Jack. The few times he actually ate lunch in the cafeteria instead of camping out in the library with his textbooks, he was completely alone at his table. Whenever teachers made people partner up, 100% of the time, anyone who was assigned to be his partner would turn to their friends, roll their eyes in disgust, and say,"Ugh, I got Frost. Shoot me,"

Of course, between his home life and school life, hate was a normal part of life, just like eating, not that he ate much. Really, he could sometimes go days without eating and no one would notice.

"Sorry," Jack repeated, gathering up his last book and standing up.

"Did I say you could keep talking to me?" Aster scoffed. Jack bit his lip and unconsciously reache up to pull his hoodie further down on his head.

"Better, Frost. Let's keep it that way." With that, Aster stormed off, his cloud of friends following him to his locker.

Jack sighed and made his way to his locker, trying his best not to attract any more attention, keeping his hood up and sticking to the side of the wall.

OMG it's a linebreak! Let's get this partay started! JK continue reading please.

"Open your books to page 176, please," the math teacher droned.

Jack flipped his book open and stared at the white page, the black numbers dancing in his eyes. He really didn't feel like doing math. Maybe he could go to the bathroom for just a minute...

NO! What if he missed something important? That would result probably in a beating and the last thing Jack wanted to do was to make his dad hate him even more than he did already, although he wasn't really sure if that was possible.

So he stayed in class and did his work like the studious boy his dad wanted him to be. At least, Jack thought his dad wanted him to be studious. Really, he could never tell with his dad and his roaring fits.

There was a tap on his shoulder and Jack flinched. "Jack," a voice whispered.

Jack ignored it, continuing on problem number twelve. Sure, he knew clamming up wasn't really a great way to make new friends, but then again, who would want to be friends with him?

"Jack," the voice insisted.

Jack turned around. "What?"

Sitting behind him was a new student, an exchange from England. He was tall as well, with black hair and golden-black eyes. His skin was a sort of grayish color.

"What did you get for Number 7?" The British student asked.

"Huh?" Jack blinked. Why was this boy, who could obviously slip into the popular group with Aster, talking to him, Jack FREAKING Frost? Nobody would be caught dead asking him a nonchalant question or having a conversation with him.

"Uh, you there? Helloooo? Anybody there?"

Jack unfroze. "Oh, uh, I got-" he scanned the paper quickly, looking for his answer. "I got two pi over five."

"Excellent, at least I know I'm doing something right," the boy said. "I'm Pitchiner, by the way, Pitchiner Black. But please, call me Pitch."

"Thank you?" Jack mumbled, still confused.

"My, you are quite the mathematician," the boy said, peering over his shoulder to look at his worksheet. "You're on problem twelve already? I had only just started on number 7! Tell me, how do you do it?"

"Uh...I guess I've just had...a lot of practice? And time?" Jack half-asked, half-said.

"Because no one wants to hang out with you?" Pitch asked.

Well, that was blunt. Jack thought. "Well, I guess."

Pitch patted his shoulder. His hand was icy cold. "It's alright Jack. I understand. Say, we should hang out someday, you know? Just you and me somewhere."

Jakc blinked. Somebody wanted to hang out with him? Somebody was actually talking to him out of their own free will? Somebody had complimented him? This day was just getting weirder and weirder.

Jack opened his mouth to say yes, but he was interrupted by the crackling of the loudspeaker. "Would Nicholas St. North, Toothiana Denton, Aster Bunnymund, Sanderson Mansnoozie, and Jack Frost please report to Mr. Lunar's office?"

"Why'd they call you down with them?" Pitch questioned. "You guys don't seem to me to be all chummy."

"We're not," Jack said shortly. "I don't know why he called me."

"Well then Jack," Pitch drawled. "We can finish this conversation later."

Introducing our new host...the linebreak!

Jack opened the door to Mr. Lunar's office and peeked in. Mr. Lunar was a man in about his early sixties, Jack believed, with silver hair and bluish gray eyes. His eyes were crinkled from smiling a lot, and he exuded a sort of aura of kindliness and power.

"Jack!" Mr. Lunar said. "Welcome. Let's get started, shall we?" Jack blinked, noticing the tight clique of teens giving him weird looks. Mr. Lunar continued. "So, the holidays are coming up, and once again, the school has called upon you guys to hold the Christmas benefit this year."

"Right, we know that," Aster interrupted. "So what's he doing here?"

"Jack will be your newest addition," Mr. Lunar said, placing a warm hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack flinched involuntarily, but Mr. Lunar didn't seem to notice, or he pretended not to notice.

"Waitwaitwait, back it up," Aster said, stepping towards Jack and Mr. Lunar. "You mean to say that, even though we four have handled the Christmas benefit perfectly fine for two years, you want to add to our already-established team? And not just anyone, but Jack Frost? Are you crazy?"

"Bunny!" Toothiana elbowed Bunny in the ribs. "What he meant to say -" she shot Aster a glare. "-is that we'll be happy to add another to our group!"

"Ah yes, the more the merrier, correct?" Nicholas agreed.

Sanderson nodded, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Aster sighed and face-palmed. "Can you at least tell us why we aren't sufficient enough on our own?"

"It's not that I don't think your Christmas benefits are great, guys," Mr. Lunar began. "Truly, they are amazing. A work of art-"

"Then why do we need Frost?" Aster demanded.

"Bunny stop it!" Toothiana snapped.

"I just think guys could use a new team member," Mr. Lunar explained, his hand still resting on Jack's shoulder. "A new opinion, a new point of view, a new perspective! I want this year to be completely spectacular and I know Mr. Frost can help you come up with creativ ideas."

"Really?" Aster snorted. "Are you sure you're talking about that Jack Frost?"

Why is it always like I don't exist?

"Aster," Mr. Lunar sighed. "Just give Jack a chance."

"Fine!" Aster huffed, glaring at Jack.

"Jack, are you willing to participate in this?" Mr. Lunar asked.

Jack stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets and stared at the ground. He really, really didn't want to do this. After al, Aster hated him, Toothiana, Nicholas, and Sanderson probably hated him as well, and he didn't know anything about them. What sort of evidence was there that they wouldn't hurt him? But then again, this would probably look great on his college applications, which could get him a scholarship, as he ddn't have any money and he was sure as hell not going to his father for money. Jack closed his eyes. He had to say yes. He needed a scholarship. Besides, he could just quit after it was done, right?

"Okay then. When do we start?"

Aaaarghhhh...It's past midnight and I just finished. I've been listening to 'Immortals' by Fall Out Boy in loop for over five hours. So this is probably caked with grammatical errors and stuff, but here ya go. Hope it's acceptable.