I'm just going to be totally honest and say that I've never written accents before. Just use your imagination or something when reading for me, ok? Thanks.
Disclaimer: I'm not cool enough to own ROTG or any characters associated with it.
Jack slipped past the groups of students clogging up the hallway and into the building. He tugged on his blue hoodie to make sure the hood was still completely covering his messy white hair. He didn't want people recognizing him just yet. He wanted a few moments where he could pretend he was just like everyone else.
"Move it, Frost!" one of Jack's least favorite people shoved him out of the way, causing books to tumble out of his arms.
So much for blending in, he thought with a grimace and bent down to pick them up. "Sorry."
"Yeah, you'd better be. You were takin' up the whole goddamn hallway!" the boy exclaimed. He had dull brown hair and tan skin with toned muscles. He was tall, probably a little over 6 feet, and wore a gray t-shirt and black pants with gray and white shoes. His name was Aster and he and Jack had hated each other since they were kids. The only problem was that Aster was popular and had social support while Jack on the other hand...well...he had no one.
No one ever talked to Jack. The few times he went to lunch instead of camping out in the library he was completely alone at a table. He did all his work alone in class also. When the teacher would assign him to partner up with someone, 95% of the time proceeding the arrangement the kid would turn to his/her friends and go "Ugh, I got Frost. Shoot me." At first this bothered Jack, but now he just learned to live with it. Between his home life and his school life, he was used to all the hate.
"Sorry," Jack reiterated.
"Did I say you could keep talking to me?"
Jack bit his lip and tugged his hood to make sure it was secure over his head.
"Better, Frost. Let's keep it that way." Aster stormed off.
Jack let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and slowly made his way to his locker. He tried to attract as little attention as possible. He didn't want another run-in like the one with Aster.
Little did Jack know he never succeeded in attracting zero attention, for a shadowy black figure was watching him.
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"Open your books to page 94, please," his math teacher droned to the class. Although Jack was pretty good at math, he hated it. Jack suspected the only reason he understood math was because he never did anything other than study. Sure it was a sad life, but he was used to it. He didn't know any different.
Jack opened his books and stared at the numbers. He really didn't feel like doing math that second. Maybe he could just get up to go to the bathroom for a minute...
NO! he panicked. He couldn't leave class. What if he missed something important? His dad would be furious! The last thing Jack wanted to do was make his dad hate him more than he already did.
So he stayed in class and did his work like the studious boy his dad wanted him to be. At least, that's what Jack thought his dad wanted him to be. He could never really tell with that man.
"Jack," hissed someone. Jack ignored him. Whoever it was, they wouldn't be talking to Jack unless it was something hurtful.
"Jack," the voice insisted as the mystery person tapped him on the shoulder.
"What?" Jack turned around. Sitting there was a new student from England. He was tall with grayish skin, black hair, black eyes, and a bony structure with high cheekbones.
"What did you get for number seven?" the British boy asked.
Jack froze, confused. Who was this kid and why was he talking to him? He was Jack freaking Frost. No one wanted to be caught dead having a nonchalant conversation with him.
"Uh, you there? Helloooo?"
"Oh uh right. Number 7 number7number7number7..." Jack muttered under his breath as he searched his paper for the answer. When he found it he turned back around to face the other boy. "I got three pi over four."
"Oh well this is comforting then. I must be doing something right. Thank you Jack," the other boy gave a slight nod to him and a smile.
"Um, thanks," Jack blinked, still confused.
"Jack," the boy gasped, peeking over Jack's shoulder and at his paper. "My, you are quite the mathematician. You're already on problem number twelve!"
"Oh, uh, thanks?" Jack ran his hand through his hair nervously. The British boy spoke in such a meticulous manor that it was almost condescending. It reminded him a bit of his father when Jack was little.
"Tell me, how do you do it?"
"I think I've just had a lot of practice and time." Jack stared hard at his desk.
"Oh, time? Hmm, is it because no one wants to hang out with you?"
Well that was blunt. "I dunno, maybe?"
The British boy patted Jack's shoulder. "It's alright, Jack. I understand. You and I should hang out some time then."
Jack's eyes grew wide. Someone liked him? What, how? Jack opened his mouth to say yes when suddenly the loudspeaker came on. "Would Nicholas St. North, Aster Bunnymund, Toothiana Dentem, Sanderson Mansnoozie, and Jack Frost please report to Mr. Lunar's office."
"Why did they call you down with those weirdos?" the British boy questioned. "I didn't know you all were so chummy."
"We're not," he replied quietly.
"Oh well then perhaps we can continue this conversation another time, Jack." Pitch gave Jack a small smile and looked down at his math paper. "Have fun."
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"Uh, hello?" Jack pushed the heavy door to Mr. Lunar's office open. He was the last one there, of course.
Mr. Lunar stood up, his face brimming with happiness. He wore a silver-blue sweater with khakis and black shoes. He was older, maybe in his mid-60's. His hair was gray and neatly brushed in a side-part. His eyes were wrinkled from many years of smiling. Yet, he still carried an aura of authority and wisdom with him that made him intimidatingly respectable.
"Welcome, Jack, let's get started," he stood. Jack noticed the tight clique of teens shooting him weird looks. Mr. Lunar just 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, uh, what's he doing here?" Aster was the first to speak up. He motioned to Jack.
"Jack will be your newest addition," Mr. Lunar put his hand on Jack's shoulder. Jack gave an involuntary flinch. Thankfully, Mr. Lunar either didn't notice or pretended not to.
"Waitwaitwait, back up," Aster stepped towards Jack and Mr. Lunar. All Jack wanted to do was disappear.
Aster glared hard at Jack and continued, "You mean to tell me that even though the four of us have handled the Christmas benefit just fine for the kids every year on our own, you want to add to our already-established team? And not just anyone, but Jack Frost?"
"Bunny!" Toothiana elbowed Aster in the ribs. "What he means to say is of course we'll be more than happy to take in another to our group!"
"Ah, yes, the more the merrier, correct?" Nicholas agreed.
Sanderson just nodded.
Aster sighed and face-palmed. "Can you at least tell us why we're not sufficient enough on our own?"
"It's not that I don't think you guys are fine the way you are because, believe me, you hold outstanding benefits each year. Truly, they are amazing. A work of art-"
"Then why do we need Frost?" Aster growled. "If they're as good as you say they are then we don't need him."
"Bunny stop it!" Toothiana muttered sharply just out of earshot to Mr. Lunar.
"I just think you guys could use another team member," Mr. Lunar explained. "A new perspective, a new point of view, a new opinion! I want this year to be spectacular and I know Mr. Frost can really help come up with new creative ideas."
"Really?" Aster deadpanned. "Are you sure we're talking about the same Jack Frost here?"
Why is it like I'm never in the room?
"Aster," Mr. Lunar sighed. "Just give Jack a chance."
"Fine, whatever." Aster surrendered.
"Jack, would you be willing to participate in this?" Mr. Lunar finally asked.
Jack stuffed his hands in his hoodie pockets and glared at the ground. It didn't sound like anyone wanted him to be a part of this but this would probably really look good on those college applications that would hopefully lead to some type of scholarship since he couldn't afford tuition and he certainly wasn't going to ask his father for money. He closed his eyes. He really didn't want to help them. They didn't seem to need or want him. But Jack really needed to do this. He had to say yes.
"Sure, I'm in. When do we start?"
I'm so tired right now. I've been listening to the same song on loop for like the past five hours. *sigh* I should really get to bed.
Well this was my first ROTG fanfiction. It's probably caked with grammatical errors and stuff because I am beyond exhausted so I really should wait to post this tomorrow but nah.