Okay, so this is my addition for CottonCandy1234's contest community thingy thing. It is supposed to be high school, middle school, or college AU. And since I apparently am good at crap like that. (Cough, cough, Frost High, cough, cough.) I'm going to give it a go. Do I think I'll win? No. I am probably the unluckiest person on the face on the planet. I don't win anything over ten dollars on scratch offs, and I don't win contests. More often than not I lose HORRIBLY when I enter something, or I just never hear back and am stuck in the twilight zone wondering who won. So, yeah. I'm just playing a part in this contest to see what happens. Please don't attack me for what I've said. I'm not trying to look good. I literally never win anything.

WARNINGS: Mild swearing… Sort of implied boy crushes… Girl crushes… Um… Yup…

You Freaking Idiot

Pulling open his little eye-level locker, Jackson Overland Frost ruffled his bangs as he looked himself over in his mirror. The locker hardly even fit his books inside, let alone anything else, but he was determined to have the mirror. He always tried to fix his hair every morning- it always went right back to its messy, sticking every-which-way position either way, but he still tried.

He had just closed it when his only female friend Terra came running over to him, gushing excitedly. "Jack! Jack! You'll never guess what I just found out!" she squealed excitedly.

Smirking, Jack turned to her and waited for this exciting news. Beaming, she said, "There's a prince coming to our school!" Jack frowned in slight confusion.

"Why would a prince be coming to a crappy place like this?" he asked, "What's so special about our stupid school?"

Rolling her eyes, but still smiling, Terra said, "No, he's attending school here with us! But that's not the point-" if the point wasn't the fact that he was coming here, what was? "He's filthy rich, super handsome, and he's an only child! He's the heir to his throne! And he's single!" she was squeaking excitedly. "I looked him up online when my mom told me. His name's Kozmotis Pitchiner- fancy huh? And he's from like, Romania, or something. I don't really know where, but he's a total hottie and he's absolutely loaded!"

Smirking, Jack walked with her, "Technically aren't his parents the ones who are loaded?" he asked. She hit his arm.

"Jack, I could be a princess!" she said, "I could have everything I've ever wanted ever!"

Rolling his bright blue eyes, Jack just kept on walking. Sure, it was the first day of school, but they already had a routine. It was his third year of high-school, after all. He knew where every room was, and never had to worry about his schedule. Life was good for Jack Frost.

"Yeah, well, if I see anyone who looks particularly royal, I'll try not to make any moves on 'im," he jokingly said. Terra scowled at him and smacked his arm.

And so, after getting a good beating for making mean jokes about Terra's new prince charming that she hadn't even met, the two split up. Jack had gone through his first two classes when, as he walked through the halls, happened to notice someone kneeling and picking up papers that had scattered all over the hallway. Nobody was stopping to help the poor kid. Jack assumed he was a freshman.

Going and picking up the papers that had flown farther away before moving to help him pick up whatever he had near him, Jack laughed lightly. "Newbie, huh?" he asked.

The boy chuckled. "Is it that obvious?" he asked, accepting the papers as Jack handed them off to him. He had black hair, (No eyebrows, oddly enough… but it looked good on him) and bright amber eyes.

"Well, you do kinda have half your stuff all over the place," he said with a snicker, "You're lucky people hadn't started kicking your stuff further."

The boy grinned; Jack quickly saw how sharp his teeth were. (He was inwardly cringing at the sight of it. He could bite his freaking finger off without breaking a sweat with those chompers.) "You really think they'd do something like that?" he asked. Jack scoffed.

"Think?" he replied. The boy laughed. Finally retrieving the last pesky paper, the two teenagers stood up. "So where's your next class newbie?" he asked, smirking, "Do you even know?"

"Not really," he replied, looking at the paper with his schedule on it, "It says room 213, but that's it."

"Ah, I know where that is," Jack said, "I'm heading that way anyhow. You were goin' the wrong way." The boy frowned unhappily and turned his schedule over to see his map.

"But I thought…" Jack rolled his eyes and grabbed his wrist, dragging the confused and lost new kid through the crowds of people. He was having a lot of fun doing it, too- he got to push people aside, duck and pull the kid, and then yank him around corners, seeing how terrified and confused he looked. It was hysterical. It was like a roller coaster ride that Jack got to run all himself.

Once he got the kid to his room, Jack hurried off to his own, three rooms down. Jack remembered the same situation happening to him when he was a freshman. His graduated friend Nick had run him around the school, basically dragging him and tossing him like a rag-doll. He had shown him where all his classes were in probably the single most terrifying and thrilling way possible. He hoped he had lived up to his example and made the new kids' first day interesting.

Jack grinned excitedly seeing his senior friend, Alexander, or just Alex, sitting in his class. Yes! Now he had a friend to pester! He immediately sat right next to him and began poking his arm until he looked at him.

"Ah geeze, what the heck are you doin' here?" he asked, sounding annoyed. (Jack knew he was messing with him. Alex always did like to pretend that he hated Jack.)

Grinning, Jack said, "I'm your new chemistry buddy!" Alex feigned dying and falling out of his chair in agony. "Knew you'd be happy about that one!"

He sat there, bothering the crap out of his friend, and asked him if he had seen Sandy around lately. Sandy being his other adorable senior friend. Alex said no, but that didn't mean Jack could stop bugging him about it. He asked him the same thing a good six times.

Once his class was over, Jack was probably the very last one out of the room. He glanced at his schedule, checking to see what he had next, and then shoved the piece of paper back into the pocket of his hoodie. Turning his head to the right, he grinned when he saw the new kid looking at his map again.

Walking over to him, he asked, "You really are helpless, aren't you?" The kid blinked up at him, well, no, he actually was a lot taller than Jack was, so he was looking down at him, but that's not what's important. He was looking to Jack for help.

Laughing lightly, the teen said, "I guess I must be if you're coming back to help me again." Jack smirked.

"So, whatcha got?" he asked him, taking his schedule and looking at the room number. "Oh, cool, same as me," he said, smiling, "So you're a junior?"

The boy shook his head, "No, senior, just moved here, though…" Jack smirked. Were all of his friends older than he was? Even Terra was a senior. He just happened to be the baby of the group.

"Cool," Jack said, walking next to him, leading him in the right direction, "Well, either way you're a newbie. My name's Jack, by the way."

"Pitch," he said, "I'm not entirely new. I went here a few years back in middle school, but no one talked to me, so my parents home-schooled me for a little while." Jack glanced at him during the story, but mostly was just listening. "I wanted to come back for my last year…"

"Makes sense to me," Jack said absently. They finally reached the room, their English class, and both sat right around the middle of the group of desks. Jack was disappointed none of his other friends were in the class with him. But he had all day to have that happen, so for now he settled with talking to Pitch.

Had Jack not noticed his accent until now? Gosh, it was so obvious- he really had been tuning the poor guy out.

"So, Pitch, huh?" Jack asked, "Odd name…"

Pitch smiled. "It's a nickname," he said, "I prefer it…"

"Well, it's still weird," Jack said, turning and facing the front. The teacher was giving the same first day lecture every other teacher gave.

He tuned ALL of that out. When class was over, he told Pitch how to get to his next class, as he could walk him. (His class was on the exact opposite side of the school.) Jack was incredibly happy to find Terra and Sandy were both in the class with him. Two of his friends! It was math, which both were terrible at. That was why he got put in their class. They were slow math-meticians, he was fast.

They all got to chill through the same lecture once again, and each messed with each other. "Oh yeah, so have you found your prince charming yet, Terr?" he asked at one point when it crossed his mind.

"I saw a glimpse of him at one point, but I lost him in the crowds," she said, pouting unhappily. Jack and Sandy both laughed together.

Jack had lunch after that, and then two more classes and he'd be done for the day. Terra was two rooms down the hall from his very last class. Jack was thankful for that. (They could walk to the bus every day together if they wanted.)

His last class was art-related. Basically a free ticket to screw around with paint at the end of the day. Jack was excited for it.

He picked a table near the back, smiling at all the paint splatters on it and the cuts and grooves made in the surface by careless students over the years. Poking at a huge spot of purple, Jack heard someone laugh breathlessly near him.

Looking up, Jack grinned seeing Pitch standing there. "Well hey there, handsome!" he said teasingly, "Pull up a stool, sit a spell!" Pitch, smiling, did just that. He sat next to him and smiled brightly.

"You managed to find this class all by yourself!" Jack said, smirking. He gave Pitch a pat on the back.

Rolling his eyes, Pitch said, "Oh, shut up." Jack just kept laughing.

Looking at his new friend, Jack did come to a mental decision. And he voiced it. "You know, you are actually pretty darn cute. Even though you're an eyebrow-less freak."

Pitch blinked and quickly touched them. "Oh, yeah, that…" he mumbled, laughing lightly and blushing a little, "Shaved them three years ago, they never grew back…"

"That's hilarious," Jack said, grinning devilishly.

"Maybe to you," Pitch said, "My parents have never let up on it."

Jack laughed. "Well, even without eyebrows, you're not so awful. Maybe we could hang out sometime?" he made the offer, throwing in a joke for good measure.

Smirking, Pitch replied, "Only if you don't start telling people all these horrible lies about my eyebrows."

"I'm totally telling people you singed them off," he said.

Pitch frowned at first, but quickly smiled with obvious mischief and malicious intent. "Alright, if you start telling people that, then I'm going to start telling people you were hitting on me."

Jack laughed. "Wouldn't surprise people," Jack said. He then made a pose, poking one finger into his cheek, which he puffed out, and pouting his lips, fluttering his eyes, he said, "I am known to be quite the tease!" He then made a false be-line to kiss Pitch's nose. The black haired teen shrieked and immediately jumped away from him, laughing loudly. (The whole class was probably looking at them like they were psychotic.)

"Ah, gross!" Pitch shouted, "I almost caught your stupidity!" Pouting unhappily, Jack jumped forward and kissed his cheek.

"There!" he said proudly, "Now you officially have my stupid germs!" Pitch wailed and wiped off his face dramatically. (Again, whole class staring at them like they were psychos looking very likely.)

After a while of just laughing at how stupid they both were, Pitch made a comment. "You know, I honestly didn't think I'd make a friend when I came back… Much less on the first day…" Jack gave him a curious look. "No one really liked me back in middle school and primary school… People thought I was a freak and nobody wanted to even be in the same room with me…"

Smiling, Jack said, "It's probably because you're as pale as death. Seriously dude, do you ever get any sun? You're whiter than I am!" Pitch gave him an unamused look. "Ah, relax, I'm only teasin!"

"Well, either way, you made a friend. Whether you wanted one as dumb as me or not, you're stuck. Deal with it."

Pitch scoffed false-indignantly. "Oh, gee, thanks!" he said, "I don't even have a choice here?"

"Nope," Jack said.

After class was over, Jack told Pitch he could just head off. He was waiting for a friend. And instantly after Pitch walked away, both waving to each other, Terra popped out of her room. Eyes wide, mouth agape, she looked from Pitch to Jack before running to Jack's side.

"Jack! Were you just talking to him!?" she asked.

"No," he said, "I was hissing at him." She hit his arm. "Owww… Yes, okay, geeze… That's Pitch; he's in two of my classes, okay…? What's the big deal…?"

"What's the big deal?" she asked, looking flabbergasted. "Kah- the big deal is- Jack! That was Kozmotis Pitchiner, you freaking idiot! That's the prince I was telling you about!"

Blinking, Jack stared after Pitch's retreating form. So… he had just insulted, mocked, kissed, hit, dragged around like a child's play thing, and made a complete fool of himself to and in front of royalty?

"Oh, shi-"

So… Yes… That's my entry…