Hiccup's POV

The bell rang signalling that the school was over. Well at least now I can have some peace and quiet until that idiot of a father returns.

"HAYDEN! Wait up" a high pitch really irritating voice screamed across the hall. Great.

I turned around on my heel to see a blonde running over to me. When she stood next to me she had a big smile. She was around 5"8. She wore a short light pink skirt and a white tank top. She looks like a Barbie doll to be honest.
I also remember flirting with her in Chemistry, but I don't really like her.

"Yes" I said in a serious voice

"Can we hook up tonight, I can show you an amazing time" the girl said winking and I barely knew.

Is she serious, can she not realize that people actually need some peace and quiet.

"Listen Cassie"

"It's Rosa"

"Whatever, look I've got a life that I need to be getting on with so it would be nice if you never talk to me." I know it's harsh, but sometimes people need to back off.

"What about the flirting?" Cassie or Rosa whatever her name is on the verge of crying.

"It's just entertainment you should know that by now"

"But Hayden you need to start dating. You should follow Snotlout's example and start dating."

"I would never date blondies like you, if I would ever date someone she'd be naturally beautiful and smart."

Tears ran down her cheeks. People who were around and heard our conversation started laughing at her. To be honest I couldn't care less she practically asked for it by asking me. This school should really know that I don't do dating. Sure, I've kissed girls, but it was either the neck or the face, but without any contact with the lips. I'm not going to give my first kiss to some random slut, now am I?

I turn around on my heel and made my way towards the parking lot. Getting inside my black and red Lamborghini was making the girls squeal for no apparent reason, but I love the attention I was getting. Especially since I get none at home. I was driving out the car park when my phone decided to ring. Picking it up I saw him calling me. I picked up the call with hesitation.

"Yes" I said with a monotone voice

"Hiccup, I want you home now!"

"No! Why should I?" I asked getting angry

"I have to tell you something son so come home quickly"

"Tell me what you want to tell me now, is mum there."

"No son, but you need to..."

"Oh, cut the son crap and I'll come home whenever I like. Just like you dad. You always wanted me to be like you so here I'm being like you!" I cut him. There was a silence on the other end, but I know he hasn't hung up.

"Son, I'm working you know that" he said making it sound like it's my fault.

"Yeah, so coming home drunk shows me you were working. Also, FYI every time I'd call you to come home you'd tell me to piss off!"

"Hiccup…"

"So, I'm telling you now piss off!"

With that I hung up then threw my phone to the backseat and made my way to the petrol station. Making my way inside the shop I pulled my ID. I grabbed a brandy bottle and made my way towards the till. After paying I made my way towards my beautiful baby. Don't get me wrong I love my black motor bike, Night-strike it's my girl, but my car has always been fragile to me.

I parked my car as I made myself to the one place that I can have peace in. This place is quite hard to find considering its covered 360 degrees with trees and lush greenery. This place is beautiful. When mum and dad actually gave a shit about me we would come here and spend quality family time. Now she's working and he's working. No one is talking in the house just because their new baby died.

I took the brandy bottle out and starting taking sips out of it.

They can come home drunk and late, but I can't what is this shit about?

Finishing the bottle, I was tipsy, but not drunk. I'm fully aware of my surroundings. I picked up my bottle and made my way towards the car. The sky was darkening by the minute. I was getting late, but I didn't care. I'm 18 now nearly finished my A 'levels and can't wait till university because I didn't want to stick around for long.

The drive was long and silent. The only thing that kept running through my mind was what my so-called father wanted to talk about. I pulled my car to a halt and I made my way to my parking space in their mansion. My father is a business man with the biggest hotel around the world and I was to inherit it. I actually didn't mind that, but that's not exactly what I wanted.

I got out of the car and went inside the house to the living room. The living room was big with a big chandelier in the middle. We had a black L shape couch with two love seats either side of them. The living room was quite spacious, but I like it that way because it gave me space to dance along with my Wii. However, that is a secret I can't have everyone knowing. The schools very own bad boys love to dance now they can't know that, can they?

My what a surprise! Today ladies and gentlemen both my mum and dad are home. After how many years you ask? Well after exactly 3 years. Now look at them all lovely dovey and all cuddly like 3 years ago, never happened.

"What did you want to talk about?" I asked sternly

"Hiccup your home!" Mum said obviously excited about something

"Sit son we got to tell you something" I nodded and cautiously made me to one of the love seats and stared at my father.

"Honey I'm pregnant!"

My whole world just shut down at that point. She's pregnant! This is what happens after you finish grieving about one you get another. For fucking three years I've been neglected, disowned and clearly hated. And what's worse is that She's pregnant. Sure, their only 37, but still their going to neglect me even more now. You know what I don't care! Have your fucking baby I'm going to leave soon anyway.

I smiled a sickeningly sweet smile.

"Oh, you're having a baby that's just out of the world, have fun being pregnant and all. Congratulations. Hopefully it's a boy so you could have the son you always wanted. I'll be up in my room.

I ran up the long spiral of stairs and made it to my room. I slammed the door shut and laid down in my bed. Tears blurred my vision.

No! No, I'm not crying! Over a stupid thing. No need to waste them.

I don't care, all I have to do is hold on a little while longer.