I love Stalka more than I should… and this is Perfect-verse. So, I'm not really sure if this counts as a 'prequel', as much as this story is about Stoick and Valka meeting, so this is basically what happens after they meet, like Val said in Here Comes The Goodbye Chapter 13. So, you don't have to read the Perfect series to get this, but if you want, and see the basic story line, this is set in same universe, so yeah…
So long story short, I blame my Stalka feels for this~
Seventeen year old Valka was sure she had enough money, she just got her paycheck. Unless… Simon took money from her again.
Damn it Simon…
"Ma'am," The person behind the counter said "Do you have the money or not?"
"Does it look like I have the fucking money!? No!" Val said, before kicking the candy stand in front of her.
"I'll pay for her." A Scottish voice said behind her.
Val turned around and saw a small but bushy beard in front of her. She crossed her arms and cocked out a hip. "Look, I don't your help okay."
"Sure you don't." Red Beard laughed, rolling his green eyes
"Look, if one of you doesn't pay, I'm going to have call the cops." The guy behind the counter said, crossing his arms.
Red Beard pushed past Val and pulled out his wallet. Red Beard set a case of beer on the counter. "How much was the gas?"
"$43, she paid for twenty of it, so the rest of the cost comes to twenty three dollars."
"And with the beer?"
"Twenty seven dollars please."
Red Beard set a credit card on the counter and felt a glare on his back. He turned his head and saw the girl glaring at him. "What's your deal? Hasn't anyone ever been nice to you?"
"Of course! But not random strangers! I didn't need your help okay."
"So, I guess you wanted to go to jail?" Red Beard asked
"Maybe." Spat Val, then walked out of the gas station. Red Beard smirked at looked at the guy behind the counter.
"Wish me luck brotha." Red Beard said, grabbing the card and beer.
"Good luck." The guy said, and Red Beard walked out.
Valka needed to get out before Red Beard came out. She fumbled her keys out of her pocket, but dropped them. She bent over and grabbed them, when she heard footsteps. Damn it.
"You're welcome." Red Beard said, crossing his massive arms "My name is Gerard, but people call me Stoick."
Val straighten "My name's Valka, but my friends call me Val… or they would if I had any." She did have one friend… but he's her counselor… her life is kinda sad.
"It's a wonder why you don't have any friends. You're a joy to be around." 'Stoick' said, laughing.
Val glared. She was fun to be around, it's not her fault that no one likes her. "Why are you here?"
"Because it's a free country." Stoick shrugged.
Val sighed "Leave me alone."
"Why?"
"Because! I don't need you around. I don't need you or any other man."
"Come on Val."
Val took a deep breath, then punched him in the eye. Stoick yelped in pain, dropping his beer.
"That's for helping me!" Val got in her car and drove away.
Stoick watched her drive away, with his left eye swelling. He smiled "Wow…"
The next day at school Val was sitting with her friend/ school counselor Gunner, but people call him Gobber.
"You punched him?"
"Yeah." Said Val, eating her sandwich, hen wiping her chin for spray mayo.
"Why? He paid for your gas."
"I paid for half of it." Stated Val, glaring at him. Why couldn't he understand that she didn't want Stoick What-his-face to help her? She could handle things on her own.
"Look, lassie, you can't go around punching people more than half your size." And there it is. They have talking about her 'issues' for the past year and half. Val doesn't think she has issues, she just doesn't like it when people help her when she doesn't need it.
Val rolled her eyes "He said his name was Gerard."
Gobber's eyes widened "Gerard Haddock?"
"I don't know!" Val looked around the office and sighed. She eats lunch every day in her counselor's office, to help with her 'anger problems'. Gobber was thirty two and has been seeing Val for her anger problems since she was sixteen and got in a fight with a guy three times her size.
Like she said, she doesn't have issues, the guy was trying to hold her book, so she hauled off and slugged him.
Gobber turned to his computer, and tried to pull up the internet.
"Damn this dial-up internet. This internet thing isn't going to last. It's just a fad!" He held up his hook hand, and Val couldn't help but this was a danger to student's wellbeing; that hook hand of his. He was also missing a leg, but it was just a normal peg leg.
Val rolled her eyes "How is this helping?"
"I was going to show you a picture of him, but if you're gonna act like Miss. Priss, I won't."
Val groaned, throwing her head back. Sometimes she can't really understand him. "Gobber!"
"Sorry! Jeez… I think I have a picture somewhere… He went to this school when I was just starting my student teaching here." Gobber looked through a year book "Aye! Here it is! Gerard Haddock… you, my friend, punched the mayors son. Good job."
Val bit her lip and sank lower in the plastic chair.
Great, that's just great… that's just her luck.
"I think it makes you look tough." Simon, or Spitelout to his friends, Jorgenson said.
Stoick looked away from the mirror to glare at him. He looked back at the mirror. That black eye does kinda make him look tough.
"So, what happened? Bar fight?" asked Stoick's other friend Alvin.
"Uh no." Said Stoick. As if he could get into a bar fight, his dad would kill him. "I kinda got punched by a…" Stoick stopped "A… girl." Stoick finished with a whisper
"A what?" asked Alvin "A girl? Gerard James Haddock got punched by a girl?"
"Hey! In my defense, she was a pretty strong girl!" Stoick held out his hands
"Did you catch the girls' name?" asked Spitelout "Maybe you could finally get laid."
Stoick ignored the comment of getting laid. "Yeah, Valka…"
Spitelout spit out his beer "Who?" because that couldn't be his sister, because that'd be-
"Some girl named Valka…"
Shit. "Dude, you got beat up by my sister…" stated Spitelout, trying not laugh.
Stoick's mouth fell open "Your sisters hot!" Because he couldn't think of anything else to say, and he's the college graduate of the three.
"Dude really?" Asked Spitelout "That's my little sister."
"How old is the girl?" asked Alvin, making Stoick glare at him.
"Seventeen." Stated Spitelout
"Dude, you got beat up by a seventeen year old." Laughed Alvin
Stoick chose to ignore that "She didn't seem seventeen…"
"Yeah, she has problems. She's nuts." Said Spitelout "My mom almost sent her to a reform school. I can't believe little Vally hit the mayor's son…"
Stoick looked back in the mirror and stared at the eye.
Valka Jorgenson… Stoick smiled.
He needed to see her again.
So~ This is just a introductory chapter, the plot will start soon. Hope you like it and I own nothing!