Whoever decided that hormonal teenagers needed to be in the same place at the same time to "learn the basic needs of society" obviously didn't clearly think their plan through. If they had, they would've seen that it was, from the very beginning, a completely horrific idea.

At least, that's what Merida thought when she entered through the double doors for her final year at Woodsland High School. After her graduation, she wouldn't have to worry about having to cram for another test or worry about pop quizzes or timed essays. She wouldn't have to worry about seeing the faces of the people she despised and having an impulsive desire to punch them in the face. Most importantly, she wouldn't have to worry about being stuck. Once high school was over, she would have the world at her hands. Nothing can tie her down now. She just has to get through one more year of seeing the roughhousing jocks, the non-observing teachers, and the pesky cheerleaders.

Speaking of which, she spotted an extremely long ponytail of blonde hair out of the corner of her eye as she was placing books into her locker. Only this cheerleader she could tolerate, because this one was her best friend.

"Hey," she spoke, leaning against the lockers.

Merida looked at Rapunzel and saw that she was in uniform. "Good gravy, it's the first day! Do you actually have to wear your uniform?"

The blonde rolled her eyes, "It shows school spirit."

Merida turned her gaze back to the locker and resumed organizing it, "It shows your skin—more than any normal girl would show."

She opens her locker (which is conveniently placed next to her best friend's) and begins packing her books and papers inside, "Correction: more than you would show." She gave her a smirk, and damn it, if she wasn't right.

Merida never wore skirts. Not since she was a little girl and her mother dressed her in clothes she considered "fit for a lady." Nowadays, Merida will only leave the house if she is wearing a dress shirt, a sweater, and a comfy pair of jeans. Always jeans. Nothing more, and definitely nothing less.

Merida stuck her tongue out at her, "Whatever."

The blonde grinned at her friend and gave a small chuckle. "Anyways, Coach Parr wanted us to wear them today to recruit new freshman for the Junior Varsity squad."

The ginger closed her locker, "Why's that your job? Shouldn't you be making posters for that?"

Rapunzel gave a bit of a frown to her best friend, because how does she not understand this by now? "It makes more of a statement to see a girl in uniform than to see a drawing of a girl in uniform."

Merida leaned against her locker, "Is that what she told you to say?"

"Shut up," she giggled as she gave her friend a push. "What's your first class?"

She looked down at her schedule, "Literature, with Porter. You?"

"Economics, with the other Coach Parr. Lucky me." Rapunzel finished gathering her things and closed her locker.

"Careful what you say. You could've had Black."

Rapunzel had a slight shiver go down the back of her spine at the mention of her former history teacher, Mr. Black. "That's true. But, as crazy as this sounds, I wouldn't mind Black over Parr. At least Black cares about what his students learn and doesn't pass them based on whether they're on the football team or not."

She chuckled, because she knew exactly how that feels. "Let me see your schedule." Rapunzel opened one of her folders and showed Merida her schedule, and the ginger was relieved at what she saw. "Well, we have one class together. Physics, with Thatch."

"Great, because I might go insane if I had to sit through that class alone."

The pair walked down the hallway, preparing themselves for the headache they knew they would be getting once they finished their classes today. At least they had each other to get through the day.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the campus, a head of white hair entered through the metal double doors and strode in there like he owned the place.

Well, he must have, because the minute he walked in, all eyes turned to him. He would say there was a roaring crowd, but that would be an exaggeration (maybe only a few "whoops" and some giggling from the girls).

He strolled, winking at every girl he passed by, and high-fiving the guys he knew. But there's something you should know about this kid: he has a not-so-perfect reputation. Not only was this kid popular, he was a troublemaker with a capital "T." They called him the King of Fun, because no one could out-prank this guy.

He knew this was his year. There were no rules, no hoops to jump through. It was smooth sailing for this senior. Just pass his classes, get a scholarship for his athletics, and he was set. He'll have to think of a really good prank for the end of the year, so he could go out with a bang!

He passed by the bulletin board and saw an old poster for the track and field team. A congratulations flyer for the team, and most importantly, for Jack Frost (a.k.a. Yours Truly). He smirked to himself and tore the paper off the board. A souvenir for me. Maybe I'll send it in to one of my schools.

He continued down the hallway, knowing the route to his locker like the back of his hand. He arrived, only to find the hallway occupied by a few men.

One was a skinny, long-faced boy that he didn't know, being held against a locker by his blazer. The other two, clad in letterman's jackets, he immediately recognized. Flynn Rider, the quarterback of the football team, and Hercules Zeus, his blind side.

Now, Jack knew he was an athlete just like them (he was even wearing the same jacket), but he didn't like these guys one bit. He knew exactly what those two were doing: using their status to intimidate others. These guys weren't true athletes; they were bullies. Jack didn't like bullies, especially these two.

He saw them pushing the frail boy into the locker repeatedly, taking his glasses and making fun of them. The skinny one tried to use his backpack as a shield, but to no avail. The football jerks just snatched it out of his hands and threw it to the ground. Hercules picked him up by the collar and pinned him against the lockers.

Jack finally had enough and pounded his fist onto the locker next to his. "Hey! Why don't you take your hands off of him and leave him alone?"

The pair paused and turned to see the snow-haired child, immediately chuckling and laughing.

Flynn was the closest to him. He sidled next to him and smiled in Jack's face, "Why don't you mind your own business, Frost?"

"You have him against my locker, so it is my business," he stepped toward Flynn and looked him dead in the eye, "now put him down and walk away."

Flynn squared himself and mirrored Jack, "I'm not. What 'cha gonna do about it?" Hercules laughed and lifted the boy up. The poor kid held onto Hercules' wrists for dear life.

Jack placed his tongue in his cheek, thoroughly frustrated with these two. He figured, if he can't speak to them civil, he'll have to hit them at their weakest point: their reputation.

He smirked, "Well, fine. But I should warn you," he turned his focus down the hallway, "the principal's down the hall and she's heading this way. I wouldn't want you to get suspended before the first game." He gave them a sly smile, watching the two slowly considering their actions.

Flynn turned to Hercules, "Put him down. We don't want to risk anything."

Hercules placed the boy back on the ground, and got into his face, "You got lucky this time, nerd." He slammed the locker, making the boy jump, and walked away with Hercules right behind him.

The boy slumped back onto the locker and sighed, relieved that it was over.

Jack tapped his shoulder, making the boy jump again. "Woah, sorry about that," Jack replied, "I just…you're still in front of my locker."

The brunet mumbled an apology and shuffled over a few lockers, turning to open it.

Jack kept his gaze on the boy, concerned, "You okay?"

The brunet looked over at Jack and spoke in a sarcastic tone, "First day back and they're already shoving me against the lockers…I'm peachy."

Jack opened his locker and unloaded the books he carried in his bag. "Hey, don't worry about those jerks. They'll get theirs in the end."

The boy mumbled, "Just wish their end would be sooner than later."

The athlete gave a chuckle, "Don't say that too loud. People might think you're homicidal."

"Even if I was, I wouldn't be able to do anything." The brunet shrugged off the dark brown blazer he wore and folded it neatly, "They'd drag me by the back of my blazer before I could even threaten them with anything."

Jack raised his brow and the corners of his mouth twitched, wanting to break into a smile. "Not the kind of conversation I thought I'd have on my first day, but I'll roll with it." He closed his locker and turned to the boy, offering his hand, "I'm Jack, by the way."

"MVP of the soccer team. And the track team." He closed his locker as well and turned to face him. "Your face and your white hair are always plastered against these walls. Hard to not know who you are."

"And yet, I don't know you."

The boy saw the offered hand and shook it, "Hiccup. Hiccup Haddock."

That made Jack laugh louder than he wanted to admit, "Wait, wait…your actual name is Hiccup?"

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah, make fun. I've heard it all before."

Jack waved his hands in front of him, still smiling, "I'm sorry. I promise, I'm not making fun—"

"Sure you were. It's in your nature."

That comment made Jack stop immediately. He looked up at him and gave a questioning face, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"That's what popular kids do. They find the odd things about people and laugh at them for it." Before Jack could even respond, Hiccup interrupted his thought, "Is it a part of some type of initiation process you guys have?"

"I promise you, I am not like those guys." Jack did not want to be associated with those troublemakers at all. Sure, he knew he was mischievous, he could admit that. But he was not a bully, and he certainly didn't laugh at people's hardships (he was a walking target, once upon a time).

"No, but…you have to admit that you're not like the rest of us, right?" The bell rang out through the hallways, and the herd of people at their lockers began to rush to their next classes. "I'll see you around." Hiccup joined the sea of teenagers and walked away, leaving Jack to ponder at his words.

Jack knew he wasn't intimidating but...did people place him on such a high level that they wouldn't even take him seriously as a human being?