Title: Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

Author: The Emcee

Pairing: Bunny/Jack, Pitch/Jack

Rating: T (for the hell of it)

Summary: Jack is a new high school student who transferred in the middle of the fall semester. E. Aster "Bunny" Bunnymund is an avid art student who is part of a small band of misfits. Jamie is the kid who's friends with the popular and the unpopular kids and who befriends Jack on his first day at school. Pitch is the guy who hates everyone. Everyone except Jack, that is. But when Jack starts getting closer to Bunny than him, he starts lashing out in some not so nice ways. AU.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, actors, or the fandom.

A/N: Yes, it's finally happening. I'm doing a chapter RotG story. I wasn't going to initially, but I decided to anyway. I just can't stay away. Let me know what you think! R&R. Enjoy!

Chapter One:

In Which Jack Is the New Kid

Jack hated moving to a new school. He really, really did. It took forever to transfer all of his school credits over and to sign up for new classes. Not only that, but he hated being the new kid. Being the new kid at a school was like being a fat person in a chorus line; regardless of whether someone was normal or abnormal, pretty, handsome, or ugly, people always had the look of morbid curiosity on their faces and stared.

Jack hated being stared at.

With his naturally white hair and his abnormally bright blue eyes, he was a walking freak show. Everyone he went, people stared and gawked at him, mostly because of his hair. Like that was his fault. It most certainly was not. He had been born with white hair. How or why it happened, no one knew. No doctor had ever been able to tell him why. If he were being honest with himself, Jack really didn't mind having white hair. Actually, it kind of suited his blue eyes and too pale skin. But it sure did get him into a lot of trouble.

No matter where he went, whether he was at school or at a mall or just out walking around, Jack would always be labeled as an attention seeker. People, mostly teenagers, would accuse him of dying his hair for attention. One time, at his last high school, he had been ragged on for it so badly that he actually pulled the guy into the boys' bathroom with him and pulled his pants down, showing him that his white hair was all natural. That was the reason why he and is foster father had moved this time. Usually, they moved around a lot because of his father's toy business, but for once it was the bullying that made North pack them up and go.

Jack didn't hate moving to a new town per se; he just hated changing schools. New towns were, well, new. He didn't know them and that made them fun to explore. New houses were just the same way. But schools were different because they were all the same. No matter what town they moved to, no matter what city or what school district, Jack's fellow peers always made it a living hell. Having to transfer credits and sing up for all new classes wasn't exactly a joy ride, either. Getting used to new teachers and how things were run was another hazard. In the end, moving in general just sucked ass.

What made everything worse, though, was that they had moved right in the middle of fall semester. That little, tiny fact made it even worse than usual. The semester was half way done and he'd probably have a ton of work to make up in order to pass his classes. But it wasn't just that. Everyone would be in the swing of things, teachers and students alike, and they knew where all of their classes were and all that jazz. Jack didn't have that luxury. He'd be the lost, weird new kid who would be the topic of heated discussion for the next few days. Or maybe forever. It was kinda the same thing and it made him feel the same way.

Currently, Jack was sitting in the passenger seat of his dad's car, staring up at his new school. It was only one story, but it looked big and spacious. The school was made up of bricks and had a nice football/track field. The student parking lot was in front of the school with the bigger lot directly in front of the school while a smaller lot stood to the left hand side. A large, round window gave a decent view into the library and the front entrances were sheltered. Students were filing in off of the buses or out of cars. Some walked across the school grounds. Most of them were talking and laughing and acting like normal teenagers. Jack sighed heavily. He really did hate being the new kid.

"Time to go, Jackie Boy!" His father boomed in his thick, Russian accent. Jack turned to him and gave him a half-hearted smiled that was totally fake and totally didn't reach his eyes.

"Yeah…" North gave him an understanding look and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"You will do well. This, I know. My belly tells me so." Jack laughed and North smiled down at him.

"Thanks, Dad." North waved his thanks off.

"Is no problem. Now go! You cannot be late for first day!" Grabbing his book bag, Jack got out of the car.

Slinging his bag over the shoulder, he turned around and waved his dad good-bye as he pulled out of the school grounds and headed towards work. Sighing, Jack started for the front entrance of his new school. Glancing side to side, Jack looked to see if there were a lot of kids still walking across the grounds. So far, there weren't that many stragglers. Keeping his eyes down, he picked up his pace and followed the rest of the student body inside.

As he walked, Jack could hear the whispers and the talking of his fellow classmates and he could feel their stares and their finger pointing. God, it really sucked to be the new kid. But he didn't say anything and he tried not to look at anyone. Instead, he quickly made his way inside and straight to the office. There were a few kids in the office, waiting in line for the secretary. Thankfully, or not so thankfully, the line quickly dwindled and it was Jack's turn. He approached the secretary and was relieved when she gave him a bright smile. Her eyes only flickered to his hair for a brief second before they met his eyes.

"Hello. Can I help you?" Jack gave her a weak, nervous smile.

"Yeah. I'm Jack. Jack Frost. The new kid." Her eyes lit up.

"Ah, yes! It's nice to meet you Jack. I'm Mrs. Cutter, the secretary. Let me just get your class schedule and the papers your parents need to fill out…"

"My dad," Jack corrected her. She gave him a slightly puzzled look. "It's just my dad and me."

"Oh. Okay. Well, I just need to get those papers for your dad…" She rummaged through the papers on her desk while Jack looked around the office. To the left corner was a door that led into the Guidance Counselor's office. On the right was a hallway that led down to the Principal and Vice Principal's offices. Bulletin boards were hanging on the wall with numerous announcements tacked onto them.

"Here ya go, Jack," Mrs. Cutter said, holding out his schedule and the paperwork his dad needed. Jack looked over his schedule.

Period 1: Algebra 2. Rm. 211. Mr. Penn.

Period 2: Intro. To Sociology. Rm. 315. Mr. Shaffer.

Period 3: P.E. Gym. Mrs. Gates.

Period 4: Chemistry. Rm. 110. Mr. Moore.

LUNCH

Period 5: Our Near Neighbor. Rm. 320. Mrs. McFair.

Period: English 3. Rm. 127. Mrs. Campbell.

Period 7: Art 101. Rm. 224. Mrs. Hershey.

"Here's a map of the school," Mrs. Cutter said, handing him one last piece of paper. Jack looked down at the map. Dear sweet Lord, how would he navigate through all of these hallways? Just then, the office door opened and a taller boy stepped inside, his brown hair drifting into his eyes.

"Hey, Mrs. Cutter? Mrs. Hershey didn't give you the Art Club's announcement, did she? There's been a change and I wanted to make sure she didn't give it to you yet." Mrs. Cutter smiled at him.

"No, she didn't give it to me, Jamie. You're good to go." The boy, Jamie, breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God. I'd hate for people to show up on Wednesday when the club's meeting has been moved to Thursday." Jamie spotted Jack out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, are you new here?" And it starts. Jack figured that he might as well get it over and done with.

"Yeah, I just moved here." Jamie gave him a big smile, one that made Jack feel welcomed and like he wasn't a freak.

"Sweet! My name's Jamie. Jamie Bennett. I'm a junior and the President of the Art Club. What grade are you in?" Jack forced himself to smile and, really, it wasn't all that forced. There was something about Jamie that made him feel more comfortable.

"I'm Jack. Jack Frost and I'm a junior too." Jamie beamed at him. Mrs. Cutter interrupted whatever it was that Jamie was going to say.

"Jamie, since Jack's so new to the school, why don't you show him around? I'm sure you two will get along just fine," she said, an encouraging smile on her face. At her suggestion, Jamie's eyes lit up and he turned back to Jack.

"Sure thing! That is, if you don't mind." Jack shook his head.

"I don't mind at all. I have a feeling that I'm going to need the help." Jamie laughed and they walked out of the office and turned left.

"I know that it seems big, but you'll get used to it after a while," Jamie reassured him. Jack hoped that he was right. "So, what classes do you have?" Jack handed his schedule over to the slightly taller teen.

"Cool! It looks like we've got a lot of classes together. The only ones I'm not in are Alg. 2, Gym, and Our Near Neighbor," Jamie told him as he handed Jack his schedule back. Jack felt a bit relieved that there'd be a familiar face in most of his classes. But it still sucked being the new kid.

"That's good. At least I'll kinda know someone." Jamie grinned at him as they walked up the hallway. .

"This school's a pretty nice one. I have friends at different schools and they're all jealous that I go here."

"That's good, I guess." Jamie laughed and Jack gave him a weak smile.

"Yeah. Hey, did you dye your hair? Because it looks super wicked and cool on you!" Jamie asked him. Jack sighed inwardly. He might as well get it over with.

"No, I didn't dye it. I was born with it. And it's white all over, so I can prove that I was born with it." Jamie laughed.

"I believe you. But seriously, dude, it suits you. Like, really well, actually." At that, Jack gave Jamie a genuine smile. No one had told him that before and it made him happy and very relieved that Jamie had so readily accepted him even though they just met.

"Jamie, I think we're going to be great friends." Jamie gave Jack a bright smile.

"Me too, Jack. Me too."