I was inspired! A lot! By other Jack Frost/Tooth stuff that was to DIE FOR! Ok, so, I don't own Rise of the Guardians. KK?

"Look out!"

Students turned away, some shrieking, some shouting insults, some sticking out their tongues or simply...moving. Jack just gave everyone a smile as his bike slowed to a stop in front of the school, his white teeth flashing. A few girls giggled a little before moving away, and Jack gave them a wink as he chained up his bike.

"Early, aren't we, Frost?" Pitch Black, Jack's kind-of friend...okay, more of acquaintance... sneered at the wiry boy.

"Well, you know, you always have to be on time for the fun," Jack said cheerfully, sticking a hand in his signature worn blue hoodie's pocket. "How come you're so early, Black?"

"I'm always here," Pitch said slowly, staring fiercely at Jack.

"Hm, don't know if you were going for creepy or scary, but, works either way," Jack said, strolling towards the school doors. Pitch just sent a disgusted look at Jack, but he didn't follow him. Jack was more of a loner, yet he managed to get so much attention that he was kind of notorious. He liked to stir up trouble, that was for sure. Pitch was the emo, angsty guy in the back of the class you'd never notice; a kind of loner as well. Jack walked with a spring in his step through the halls, throwing a smile everywhere he went, along with a usual 'hey'. He wasn't one to crave attention. He did get lonely at times, but he was used to it after a while.

Sandman waved at Jack as he passed. Sandman was a shy, quiet kid who was friendly to everyone, despite that he couldn't talk. He was short and pudgy, with short, spiky blond hair. Sometimes people would mistake him for a middle school kid instead of a high schooler. Jack gave him a nod in return. Sandman was fond of Jack, after Jack had helped him when Pitch beat him up, and Sandman had been so grateful. Pitch wasn't one of Jack's favorite people, but he tolerated him enough to talk to him. They were both anonymous in school and knew how each other felt, and he had to admit, Pitch did have a nice taste in music.

"Hey Sandman," Jack said cheerfully, walking over to the lone boy. No one knew Sandman's real name- everyone just knew him as Sandman, the shy kid who didn't like to talk. Jack knew him a bit better, however: Sandman was aphasic. He couldn't talk and sometimes found others' words confusing, but he was a genuinely nice guy. Sandman took out a pen from his pocket, writing quickly on his hand, 'Hi'. Jack chuckled at how the boy would communicate.

"Handy thing," Jack nodded at the boy's pen.

"Sandyman!" North suddenly pushed his way over to where his friend was. North was tall, heavily built, and intimidating. He might've looked like a motorcycle kind of guy, with his thick black hair in a ponytail and tatoos on his arms. In all fairness, he did have a motorcycle, so his look wasn't exactly a waste... He was a good friend to Sandy, and Jack knew they were close. Sandman gave North a smile, and Jack slunk away, but instead found himself face-to-face with Bunnymund.

"Going somewhere?" Bunnymund stared down at Jack.

"Hey, Bunny, long time no see," Jack smiled cheekily at the tall, lanky boy.

"Yeah, I believe I still meant to kick your ass," Bunnymund growled.

"Bunnyman, no fighting the boy," North said in his thick accent that was quite hard to place.

"Stop adding 'man' to everyone's names; it's not entertaining!" Bunnymund told his friend bitterly.

"Hey, loosen up," Jack said. "See you around, 'Bunnyman'!" Bunnymund gave him a death glare as Jack grinned, turning around and walking away-finally- when he bumped into someone again. His body struck hers; her books tumbled from her hands, his hands fell out of his pockets. Disturbed from the impact, Jack fell backwards, and the girl he'd run into fell on top of him.

"Sorry!" the girl gasped into Jack's ear. Jack only opened his eyes and met two purple ones. The scent of mint lingered in the air as the fallen students breathed heavily in unison. Jack felt a flush of embarrassment. The girl's cheeks tinted pink as she quickly rolled off him.

"Hey, watch it," Jack mumbled, getting up and brushing himself off. He met her eyes again, and he realized who she was. Tooth: Bunnymund's, North's and Sandman's friend. She didn't hear his last words and continued to talk rapidly, apologizing every few seconds.

"I am so sorry! I was walking out of history...oh, gosh, I'm so sorry...and I stumbled, and I guess you were walking that way...sorry..." Tooth rambled on, her cheeks an even deeper pink. Jack only turned away, not sure of how to react to the bouncy girl. She pushed a lock of her brown hair behind her ear, staring intently at Jack. "Are you okay?" Jack was about to walk away when Bunnymund clamped a hand on his shoulder.

"She's talking to you, mate," Bunnymund said in disgust.

"I'm fine," Jack turned around to look at Tooth. Her brown hair had several strands dyed different colors; the brown locks were scarce. Her eyes, full of sincerity, sparkled in a way Jack never would've thought possible. She was small in size, an almost pixie-like girl. She was definitely pretty, he thought numbly.

"I'm glad," Tooth breathed a sigh of relief, and she turned to her friends, leaving Jack invisible, like he wanted. Yet when she ignored him without pressing on, like girls usually would, he felt kind of...unwanted, and angry. Why would she just reject him like that?

"Hey," Jack spoke quickly, and Tooth turned around at the sound of his voice.

"Yes?" Tooth said.

"Um...are you okay?" Jack said.

"Totally," Tooth laughed. "It was all my fault, don't worry. You aren't hurt, are you?"

"No," Jack said quickly. "Uh...see you."

"Wait," Tooth said, and Jack felt a smirk coming- this was where all girls caved to him. "What's your name?"

"What?" Jack squinted at her, as if trying to figure if she was for real. The girl didn't know his name?

"I've seen you around," Tooth said hastily. "Bunnymund told me your name was 'Trouble' but I know he was joking."

"Me? Trouble?" Jack smirked at Bunnymund. "Where would he get an idea like that?" Tooth giggled at Bunnymund's dark expression. "My name's Jack."

"Hi, Jack," Tooth smiled at him. "You have nice teeth, did you know that?"

"Teeth?" Jack echoed.

"Tooth, she always see teeth," North said.

"Yeah, that's always the first thing I notice in people," Tooth shrugged, almost shyly, as she brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

"That's, um, different," Jack said finally.

"Look, do you need something?" Bunnymund demanded. "Or are you just going to keep standing there like an ass?"

"Bunnymund," Tooth said with a sigh.

"I don't know, are you planning on getting those ears fixed? They're mighty big, don'tcha think?" Jack winked at him.

"Shut it Frost, or I'll make you," Bunnymund warned.

"No fight," North said, pushing Bunnymund back. "Fight is like trying to fly; no one win." Jack gave Bunnymund a smug look.

"North, that didn't even make sense," Bunnymund said.

"I no make analogies well," North said apologetically, but he remained firm.

"Hey, I'm just joking," Jack said, grinning at Bunnymund. "Have some fun someday, won't you?"

"Yeah, sure, when you get a life," Bunnymund snarled.

"Please stop it!" Tooth said, her small hands clamped over her ears.

"Why? Afraid your friend here isn't able to handle it?" Jack jeered at Bunnymund.

"Stop being such a jerk!" Tooth yelled at Jack. Jack, startled, glanced down at the small girl.

"Take your leave, Frost," Bunnymund said in anger. Jack glared and shoved his hand into his pocket.

"Whatever," Jack turned away and he walked over to his locker, casting a look back at the four friends: they were laughing and talking away like nothing happened. Sandman met Jack's gaze, and his eyebrows sagged downwards in pity. "Screw this!" Jack turned away, suddenly angry at the short boy as well.

"Jack," Pitch oozed as Jack yanked open his locker- which was also next to Pitch's.

"Oh. Hey," Jack said, pulling a book out of it. "Decided to come in?"

"They really made you angry," Pitch said, ignoring his words. "Didn't they."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jack said, and he pretended to be engrossed with the book Pride and Prejudice. (Which he really wanted to throw out of a window).

"Especially how that girl...what's her name...Tooth?...treated you," Pitch said. "You know, the way she didn't know you...the way she chose the other guy to side with over you..."

"She didn't do anything to me," Jack said bitterly. "Besides, it's Bunnymund I'm mad at."

"Yet you're still fuming over it, aren't you?" Pitch questioned calmly, grinning as he circled Jack.

"What do you want, Pitch?" Jack asked in frustration.

"Just this," Pitch said. "I love seeing people struggle, Frost. And I enjoy entertainment; so entertain me. I want you to make the girl fall in love with you over the next...hmm...two weeks."

"You're hilarious," Jack said dryly. "Why would I do that?"

"Oh come on. The Jack Frost, giving up on a bet?" Pitch smirked. "I should've guessed you couldn't do such a simple task..."

"Whoa, I didn't say I wouldn't," Jack said hastily, and Pitch smiled evilly. "You're on, Black. What if I win this bet?"

"If you win," Pitch said. "You can take my new motor bike as your own."

"Whoa, are you serious?" Jack said. "That thing is sweet!"

"But if you don't," Pitch said. "You'll be on Youtube, in a tutu, doing the hokey pokey."

"What do you mean, if I don't?" Jack gave him a smirk of his own. "You'll be paying up, Pitch."

"Let the bet begin," Pitch said, and their hands met in a firm shake.

It's short, it's not good, but I hope you guys like it- or try to anyways! Please review?