I am FINALLY doing a JackXHiccup fic! This idea has been tossing and turning in my head for a while now and I hope you like it. It came to me while watching Matilda (and the trailer for Lucy).

RaveninEmerald :)

In the twentieth century, it was hypothesized that humans have unlocked a total of ten percent of their brains capacity. The limits to what the human brain can do is so far unknown, but as time moved on, evolution took hold.

It started with people being born with around twelve percent of their brain's ability at their disposal. They could control one element and had a slightly faster processing speed and a much greater memory than the ones that had not evolved. It moved on to where, some had ten, others had twelve, while the most evolved had unlocked fifteen percent of their brain. The lucky ones that reached fifteen had a photographic memory, and a processing speed almost as fast as light. They were able to manipulate all elements to their liking and their reflexes belonged to a cheetah.

Scientists did multiple studies and it was soon realized that you were born with the percentage. Though people tried to boost their percentage, it could actually fry the brain and lower the percentage by a vast majority. They nicknamed the percentages-fourteen-fifteen percent were Alphas, twelve-thirteen were Betas and the Omegas were the lowest.

The changes started with the schools, for Alphas and Betas learned much faster than the Omegas. The Alphas and Betas were given the best teachers and the best resources while the Omegas were left with the dredges.

Slowly, the percentage differences leaked into the government. It was decided that Omegas did not have the brain capacity to operate a moving vehicle such as a car or motorbike and had to ride bikes, skateboards or take public transportation such as buses and subways. Soon enough, every person had to wear colored dogtags. Blood red for Alphas, sea blue for Betas and wheat yellow for Omegas. It was mandatory that on a job application a person clearly state if they were an Alpha, Beta or Omega.

All this was justified by the fact they were judging the people on things that mattered and had been proven. However, is it ever really right to judge someone for something that they cannot truly control?

"Astrid, I'm not doing it," Hiccup rolled his eyes as he sat at the top of the half-pipe. His sketch book was open in his lap with his colored pencils at his side.

"C'mon-it's fun!" Astrid laughed, taking off her hand-me down helmet. Her dirty blonde hair was tied into a messy braid and she beamed through the raggedy clothes, previously owned by at least two of her six older brothers. She let her banged up skateboard ride down to the middle of the pipe as she sat on the edge and talked to her best friend.

"Yeah, OK. That's exactly what I'll say to my father when he asks me how I lost another limb," Hiccup deadpanned, wiggling his left leg around as he picked up a red and began to color the breast of a red robin perched on a tree nearby.

It was a beautiful, spring day and the Rec center was filled with bored Omegas and a few curious Betas who had decided to skip the last hour of school. If it hadn't been for Astrid, Hiccup would've been inside goofing off with everyone else, or at least laughing at the jokes while he sat in a shadowed area. However, Astrid, being the outdoorsy, adrenaline junkie she was, had convinced him to go outside and into the fresh air to watch as she tried some new tricks on her board.

"It's skateboarding, Hiccup," Astrid reminded. "Not MMA fighting."

"Might as well be," Hiccup murmured, distracted by his artwork. "I can't walk in a straight line, Astrid. What makes you think that I can go seventeen miles an hour down a half pipe?"
"Seventeen?" Astrid cocked her head, looking at the pipe. "Felt more like twenty to me."

"Well, your average speed," Hiccup shrugged as he drew in the details to the robin's feathers. "You do sixteen at the base and fifteen going up, but then twenty going back down."

"Nerd," Astrid "coughed" into her elbow causing Hiccup to stick his tongue out at her. "Anyway, what'd your Uncle want? I swear, some of the Alpha kids looked like they were about to pass out when he started talking to you."
"He wants me to tutor some kid," Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Typical Alpha problem-they forget to use the part of the brain that we survive on: common sense and reasoning."

"Ew," Astrid scrunched her nose. "You have to tutor an Alpha? Good luck with that!"

"Trust me, I am not looking forward to it," Hiccup sighed, closing his sketchbook and putting it to the side. "But he also told my dad who thinks that hanging out with an Alpha will cure my "late-blooming" as he puts it."

Astrid patted her friend's fake leg in sympathy. "Well, what's the worst thing that can happen?"

"I could have to tutor Jack Frost." Both Hiccup and Astrid shuddered at the name.

"And then you use the tangent to…"

Jack sighed as he tuned out the teacher and looked out the window. A few younger Omegas were playing on the sidewalk in front, their yellow dog tags glinting in the sun while an older one was perched in a tree watching them. Omegas were allowed out of school a full hour earlier because they were expected to get lesser paying, more menial jobs that didn't require much schooling.

It was days like these that the red tags hanging around his neck felt more like a noose. He hated just sitting inside learning things that would automatically be saved in his mind.

As time dragged on, Jack tapped his pencil against the desk and waited for the bell to ring. When it finally did, he stood up and started packing. However, when he went to leave, he was stopped by his teacher, Mr. Bunnymund.

"Jack, I'd like to talk to you," Mr. Bunnymund said, calling the boy over to his desk.
"Yeah, Mr. B?" Jack asked, his bag slung over one shoulder. "What's up?"

The teacher sighed as he looked up at the student. "Jack, you're failing this class," He explained with a sigh.

Jack's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. Sure, he had gotten a few bad test scores, but that couldn't mean he was failing.
"Failing?!" Jack exclaimed in shock. "Sir, I've never failed a class in my life."

"Most Alphas never will," Mr. Bunnymund said as a small bit of light glinted off his blue dog tags. He looked up at Jack. "However, math is not just about memory or comprehension. It takes practice and making mistakes. It is very common for Alphas to have difficulty in mathematics, because you lack the skill set of being able to study and make mistakes. Which is why I'm getting you a tutor."
"A tutor?" Jack deadpanned. "You can't be serious."

Mr. Bunnymund scoffed as he stood up and clapped Jack on the shoulder. He started walking to the back of the class room, picking up loose papers and textbooks along the way.
"Oh, but I am," Mr. Bunnymund said, an air of joy in his voice. "You will meet him tomorrow afternoon in this classroom right after class for two hours."

"Two hours?!" Jack shrieked.

"Trust me," Mr. Bunnymund chuckled underneath his breath. "You are not even half as mad as Hiccup was when I told him."

"His name is Hiccup?!" Jack exclaimed. "Who the hell names their kid Hiccup?"
Mr. Bunnymund turned to glare at Jack, "My brother."

Oops, Jack scowled in his head.

"Now, off you go," Mr. Bunnymund waved his hand at the door. "I've got tests to grade and things to do."

Leaving the room, Jack found the hallways to be deserted. As he walked towards his locker, he seethed angrily.
A tutor, he grumbled in his mind, a freaking tutor! I don't need some stupid kid to teach me math. It's a complete and utter waste of my time.

Once he was at his locker, he couldn't handle it and punched the locker with all his might, causing a significant dent.
"Jack Frost!" The principal exclaimed in shock as he stormed towards Jack. "Fix that this instant!"

"Sorry, Mr. Black," Jack muttered, as he bent the locker back into shape before opening it. "Won't happen again."
"Better not," Mr. Black glared as he left the hall.

After getting everything he needed out of the locker, Jack sighed and rested his head against the cool metal of the closed door. He was not looking forward to tomorrow at all.