Getting over a breakup usually was a simple task for Jack, it came to him as easily as learning how to breathe did. Mostly because he was used to the disappointment of another one wanting nothing to do with him. Dating is just fun and games anyways, what did it really matter?

Yet, for some odd reason Jack just couldn't tear his eyes off his phones screen, a message displayed on the glowing surface: 'I'm dumping you Jack, I love someone else. Go suck off and don't talk to me again, nerd'

Love someone else? Jack bit his bottom lip harshly, enough for a metallic taste to spring into his mouth. Great! Just fucking great, another one. How many had it been in the past year? Three? Four? Why wasn't anything just working out? Jack had to be doing something wrong. But, he didn't care. Not at the time, he was too busy ruining his eyesight further by staring at the glowing phone in his shaky hand, the darkness of his room seeming to swallow him up.

He was waiting for something, an 'jk babe luv u' but that never appeared. Jack was devastated.

'I never loved you, fag. Hah! can't believe you fell for it, they were right' And by they, Jack instantly knew Hiccup was talking about his 'friends', if you could call them that. They all just followed the punk like little groupies. Jack despised them.

As Tears painted the lenses in front of his eyes, most rolling down his cheeks, the nerd couldn't think of who he hated more, himself for falling for the punk, or Hiccup for tricking him. All he knew was that this was the first break-up that broke his heart. No pun intended.

So the nerd closed his phone, setting it without care onto his side table before discarding his tear stained thick framed glasses. He sat in the middle of his bed, legs crossed, heart torn, mind elsewhere, until sleep had him passed out.

The next morning jack awoke with a stiff neck and puffy red eyes. A hand went up to massage His stiff neck as Jack stood with wobbly knees.

He felt awful, like he caught the flu that was going around but, Jack knew for certain he didn't. The taste in his mouth reeked of heartbreak and regret. The nerd wished to just stay home from school for a day, to have a small break and hours alone to mourn about his loss, but he couldn't so on with his morning he went.

Without much care a white button up was tossed on along with a pair of black jeans and a belt. Jack cleaned his lenses with the bottom of his shirt before placing them on his face. The nerd looked into his mirror like he did every morning, being the self conscious person he was.

He thought his white hair looked weird with his white button up, but to hell if he cared, there was no one to impress anymore. Jack grabbed his bag and slipped on a pair of shoes before heading off to school without the usual apple he'd eat on the walk to school. Food wasn't appetizing.

The cold autumn air chilled the nerd to the bone, goosebumps covering his thin body. Jack cursed at himself for not dressing warmer. Another thing he should've known would happen, first being dumped then the winter sneaking up on him. He sighed, as the school came into sight. He had the feeling that day was going to be filled with a lot of tormenting.

As the nerd walked into the school, his head ducked down as the male tries to avoid the group of other teenagers. He was pushed and shoved a few times to say the least, but eventually Jack made it to his locker. His mouth dropped open.

Covering his locker were papers that said 'Fag'. After a few seconds of staring Jack's eyes hardened and he ripped the papers off his locker, tears threatening to appear. The nerd blinked them away while opening his locker and putting the things he wont need in.

As Jack walked away and to his next class, shoulders slouched forwards, a brown haired teen with a few piercings here and there watched the nerd closely, with narrowed eyes.

"He's such a fag…," Then he turned away and walked to his own class, hands in his pockets.

As the day rolled on, Jack's spirits were crushed little by little. It was lunchtime so the nerd walked to his locker for the second time that day. This time, he dropped his books on the floor and smashed his head against the metal door of his locker.

'Fag' 'Queer' 'nerd' Go kill yourself' 'Nobody loves you' Spelt in sharpie covered all his locker. Jack could've just died right there. He knew just then how much that break up was going to kill him, how much he wished it just did. As Jack slowly fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face, he heard someone walk up behind him. He felt eyes boring into him as silent tears rolled from his eyes.

"You're such a fag. Get over it," It was hiccup's familiar voice, yet it sounded a lot colder and more cruel.

"S-So? I-I'm a fag… a-and you're a dick… w-we're even," The nerd sputtered out, removing his glasses and hooking them to his pant loops. He let out a squeak when Hiccup pulled the nerd up by his shirt and forced him to look into his blazing green orbs.

"You never knew when to shut up. It always lead you into situations like this where I'd have to save you. Well hah I'm not going to do that for a fag," Jack's eyes brimmed with tears of regret and hate. He hated Hiccup as Hiccup hated him. What did Jack even see in the male in front of him? He seemed nice to the nerd at first, but it was all an act. An act to do what…. humiliate him? Well, mission complete. As soon as Hiccup let Jack go, he ran away as fast as he could, leaving behind his books as the school disappeared behind him.

The feeling was awful. Not ever had a break up been so harsh. The text was enough to hurt Jack but the displays at school… was it all necessary?

Jack didn't even flinch as thorns pricked him through his clothes, he just walked on until coming to his final destination. Jack sat down beside a large and shaped rock, holding his head in his hands. He hadn't had a clue as to why he went to his sister's grave. Maybe because she always knew what to say to cheer the nerd up.

"Another one Emma… another one…," Jack sighs to himself "I feel as if… I'm giving my trust out too easily. I seem to be so easily played…," As shivers from the chilled air took over Jack, he seemed to calm down, even in the slightest.

What was so important to him about this breakup? Why did it break him like none of the others did? Oh right…. Jack forgot that he'd loved Hiccup. A lot.

"Jerk…," Was all he muttered all the rest of the afternoon.

Once the sun had begun to disappear had Jack realized he'd been sitting in the cold for hours on end, most likely worrying his mom and dad to death. The nerd quickly rose from the ground, grabbing his bag before running to his house. The time on his glowing watch read 8:59, just great he was going to have a lot of explaining to do once he got home.

Jack shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other as he typed in the security code of his house then slipped in through the door. He walked through the large halls of his mansion of a house on his tip toes. A few more steps and he was home free for the night…

"Jackson Overland! Where have you been? You were expected home hours ago," The nerd silently cursed before turning around with a faked innocent grin, the woman in front of him didn't look pleased, arms folded over her chest and a scowl upon her pretty face. Though, Jack could still sense her nice demeanor under the mad looks.

"I uh… I was at school! Helping someone with work.. yeah.. uh did I not tell you?" His foster mother, Anna, shook her head.

"No, you didn't," Jack rubbed the back of his neck apologetically. "Sorry… I thought I did… well I will for surely tell you next time," The nerd was about to slip into his room before the woman spoke once more.

"I got a call from your principal," Oh shit…

"R-Really? What did he say?"

"Your son hadn't attended any of his classes in the afternoon," Jack bit his bottom lip, knowing he was caught for ditching. Well… it really wasn't his fault…

"Mom I-"

"I don't want to hear it Jack. You never skipped class before what happened?" The nerd sighed. He didn't want to tell his foster mother about His break up. Pity wasn't what he wanted, rather the complete opposite.

"I wasn't feeling well..,"

"Why didn't you call me?

"You were working…,"

"I had today off Jack,"

"Oh… Well it wont happen again promise… but uh I'm really tired so I'm heading to bed..," With that said the white haired male slipped into his room, leaving the lights off. He slide down the backside of his door, feeling defeated. How was he ever going to get the courage to go back to school the next day? Then there was a knock on his door.

"We'll talk about your consequence in the morning dear, have a great rest,"

Wasn't a broken heart a consequence enough? Jack sure thought so. It was way worse than any hours he would pay locked up in his room. He felt so alone, that no-one cared for him. Although he knew his foster mom and dad both did very much, but the love they could give him wasn't the type he wanted. He wanted someone to lift his spirits up no matter the situation, but of course Jack was alone. No more Hiccup. But what he didn't know was how much Hiccup was affected as well.

At the bike shop his father owned, the brown haired punk was polishing the finally finished bike he'd been working on for months. His dad said that if he figured out how to fix the broken bike and made it work, he'd let Hiccup have it. So he took pride in his finally finished product, though the feeling wasn't as great as he'd expected, especially with the guilty burden on his shoulder.

"Did you get rid of him, my boy?" A gruff male called from the opposite side of the shop.

"Yeah dad, the fag's gone. I told him how I was playing him and he cried like a baby," Hiccup called back, the words tasting awful on his tongue.

"Good. I was starting to think my son…,"

"No. Hell no, I'm not gay. You know how I feel about Astrid dad. And she was fine with the game, she found it funny how the nerd thought it was all true," The punk stopped to chuckle at the thought.

"That's great. Oh how's your other job going? What exactly is your second job actually?" Hiccup shrugged, although he knew his dad couldn't see.

"It's going pretty well, and it's nothing important. I'm going to quit as soon as I have some extra cash," His father nodded and the two went into silence. Hiccup thought about the nerd and wondered where he ran off to, not that he cared though. If the punk never saw the nerd again it would be too soon. But, he knew at one point Jack would approach him and beg for him back, they all did. Every single one.