A/N: It's my first attempt as a JackxOC fic. It's not really supposed to be romantic, just funny.
Because Jack and Genevieve hate each other. Like, literally.
And please don't utterly despise me and my guts for starting a new RotG fic...!
Jack was only goofing off when it happened.
It was nearing spring and Jack decided not to get out just yet. First he planned on giving the kids of this state a snow day.
Then the snooty little spring spirit could have her way.
Unbeknownst to him, a girl – more of a woman, really – stood just behind him with golden corkscrew curls with bright red highlights.
Her eyes were warm pink and she had a golden quiver loaded with an arrow pointed straight at the boy's back. Ooh, this would be a Valentine's Day he wouldn't forget.
She would teach this troublemaker! He had escaped love for far too long with far too lenient of outcomes.
Now she was going to seek her revenge AND do her job. It was the day before Valentine's Day and she was determined that Jack would not escape love again THIS year. She had heard him confidently comment that he would never fall in love, ever. When Bunny had tried to tell him about Cupid, he didn't listen and brushed her off.
Well, now Jack was about to fall and hard. He was going to fall in love with Tooth who he had made plans to meet here while she took part of the day off to come see him. There was too much potential for romance for these two lovers and she was determined that if something didn't happen on its own, she would have to force it.
But Cupid was the spirit of love, so she understood love couldn't be forced.
It would just be a gentle but very firm nudge in the correct direction.
Tooth had just shown up and Cupid had just let fly her arrow when a girl with dark skin, brown hair and beautiful, haunting brown eyes walked up to him.
"Jack Frost! It's nearly spring in New Orleans! Stop bothering the people here with your snow!"
"Chillax, Genevieve. It'll hardly even stick. Promise."
The golden arrowhead entered Jack's hoodie and caused him to fall forward slightly and give a grunt of pain.
He looked around for a second, that was all it took for the arrow to melt into dust behind him and he looked back around at the spirit of spring. "Anyway, Genevieve. It'll be gone by tomorrow, I swear."
"Uh-huh." She said, hands on her hips.
Jack shook himself slightly. "You look beautiful today, did you know that?"
Genevieve made a noise of disgust. "If you're trying to get me to go away, it isn't helping!"
She stomped off, being carried away on a throne of flowers.
Jack blinked. "She looked beautiful. Did I offend her by telling her that? Who can understand girls, anyway? I certainly can't."