Change Of Heart
Pairing; Hector & Briana(Hiccup X OC)
Rating; M for Mature
Disclaimer; I do not own HTTYD or the songs I might use.
Characters;
Hector Hiccup Haddock as Hiccup with his Black Panther, Toothless.
Stephen Haddock as Stoick with his Great Dane[Dog], Thornado.
Valarie Haddock as Valka with her Owl, Cloudjumper.
Glenn Forger as Gobber with his St. Bernard[Dog], Grump.
Briana Grayson as OC with her Savannah F1[Cat], Sava.
Alyssa Hofferson as Astrid with her Macaw[Parrot], Stormfly
Shane Jorgenson as Snotlout with his Rottweiler[Dog], Hookfang.
Alexia Jorgenson as Adelaide with her African Gray[Parrot], Graythorn.
Flynn Ingerman as Fishlegs with his French Bulldog, Meatlug.
Rylee Thorston as Ruffnut with her Ball Python, Barf.
TJ Thorston as Tuffnut with his Corn Snake, Belch.
Harper Bazirk as Heather with her Blue Russian[Cat], Windshear.
Derek Bazirk as Dagur with his Hawk, Sluether.
Thaxter Meatsen as Thuggory with his Siberian Husky[Dog], Killer.
Cassandra Boggs as Camicazi with her Bengal[Cat], Leo.
Ethan Trapp as Eret with his Bull Mastiff[Dog], Skullcrusher.
Dimitri Bludvist as Drago.
Aaron Ogglebert as Alvin.
Sawyer Helnor as Savage.
Jeremy Traytor as Johann.
Kayne Hunters as Krogan.
Victor Grimborn as Viggo.
Ryder Grimborn as Ryker.
1. New Friends
{Hector's POV}
=November 2015=
3:15 pm and the bell signaling the end of the day rang throughout the hallways of Archian High School. As expected, there was a mad rush of students exiting the classrooms, and spilling out into the halls to reach their lockers, or hang with friends before they'd load onto the buses at 3:25 pm to leave campus. The Seniors would carpool to and from school, so the buses were really for those who didn't have cars and weren't in the Senior Year. At this time, I would be getting on bus number twenty-four to enjoy my fifteen-minute ride home. Instead, I was dragging my feet to my locker to grab the things I would need for the remainder of the day. The halls were quiet, something they typically were not. As I made my way through the corridors, people were whispering, avoiding eye contact, and moving aside to stay out of my path. Of course, I knew why; it had a great deal to do with the reason I wasn't taking the bus. I merely scoffed and continued walking, ignoring it all. I didn't need to be in more trouble than I already was. I got the dialed the combination, and grabbed the things I'd need.
After I got my books, folders, and notebooks, I closed the locker and returned the lock to its rightful place. I adjusted my backpack to my right shoulder, then shoved my hands in my pockets, and made my way down the A-Hall. I made it past the main office, computer lab, guidance, and nurse. While walking, I pulled out the crumpled paper yellow paper from my pocket to check the room I was supposed to go to; A-11. I looked to my right, and there were only even numbers. I glanced left to find the odd ones, and finally, I reached room eleven. I looked at the words on the door in big, black, capital letters.
DETENTION
I put my hand on the knob, then turned it to pulled the door open. I walked in quietly to see a few others, then the teacher sitting at his desk. The man rose with his hand out.
"Slip, please?" he inquired. I handed him the yellow sheet of paper, and he looked over it. "Ah, yes. Our little lunchroom brawl starter. I was wondering when you'd show up,"
"You act as if I'm late when detention doesn't start until 3:30 pm, and it's still ten of," I remarked. "And for the record; I didn't start that fight,"
"Lose the attitude, Mr. Haddock. Find a seat," the male demanded. I rolled my eyes at him, then found a seat in the back by the window. I dropped my the bag at my feet and sat back lazily. At 3:30 pm, the bell rung as a few more students rushed in last minute. The teacher got to his feet once more, taking their detention slips, then he picked up a clipboard. The male was glancing around the room, marking who was present, and who wasn't. "Welcome to Office Detention. I am Mr. Shields. You will be here until 4:30 pm. There is to be no talking, no cell phones, no food, no drinks except water, and no music players. If I see them, they are mine until the bell rings. You may read quietly, or work on homework,"
I just pulled out my homework; I might as well get started on it while I was here. I knew why I wast, though, I don't believe I should have been held accountable for what happened earlier when anyone else would have done the same thing if they'd been in my position. I've been bullied since I was nine-years-old; I'm sixteen now, and I finally had enough of it, so I snapped. It took place during lunch hour.
/Flashback/
I watched the clock on the wall as it reached 11:50 am. Finally! Like everyone else, I packed up my things, then exited the room to go to my locker. I stuffed my books and backpack inside, then grabbed my lunch. I locked up my locker, then hurried to the cafeteria. Reaching my destination, I sat down at a table near the front, then began to pull out my food, and eat. I had a peanut butter and fluff sandwich, red Gatorade, small bag of Lays chips, then a tiny assortment of fruits; apple slices, grapes, and watermelon with a bit of yogurt dip. The day had gone as it always had; I arrived by bus and went to my locker. Instantly, I'd get cornered by the bullies I'd had since I was nine, and they found anything to pick on me with. Nothing was ever physical until I got to High School. It began with being shoved and tripped, then started getting worse. Gods, I hated it. Thankfully, I only had one year left after this, and I'd never have to see them again.
"Hey, loser. This table taken?" came a snickering male's voice. I inwardly groaned. I didn't answer him. I got shoved. "I'm talking to you!"
"Sorry, don't feel like talking today," I replied.
"Too bad. Move somewhere else, Haddock," the student ordered.
"I was here first," I said while taking another bite of my sandwich.
"This is our table," another remarked.
"I don't see your name on it," I retorted with my eyes closed.
"Move, Hiccup," I got shoved once more, and now I was starting to get annoyed.
"No," I stated.
"Uh, excuse me?" one of the girls said.
"You're excused," I responded sarcastically.
"Move," I was told again.
"Maybe you didn't hear me the first time, so I'll repeat it for you slowly. Noooo," I drew it out. Without warning, I felt the chair get grabbed, then pulled out from under me. I hit the ground as they were laughing. However, before I could react to anything, I watched them grab my lunch and toss it in the garbage.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were done, so we wanted to help you out. Well, since you're finished, you don't need to sit here anymore, Hiccup," one of them chuckled with the others, high-fiving his friends.
"You knew I wasn't done!" I got up, tightening my hands to fists at my sides.
"Whatever, runt. Get lost," the man said. I hated it. I fucking hated being called that!
"I'm not a runt!" I grumbled to him.
"Well, Hiccup means runt of the litter in Viking Ancestry, and your name is Hiccup," the male snickered.
"My name is Hector, not Hiccup," I reminded angrily.
"Hiccup is still in your name, idiot. Hector HICCUP Haddock. Hiccup means runt, and that's all you'll ever be, loser," he continued as I felt myself start shaking with rage. "A worthless, weak, runt," he leaned forward and flicked my forehead. That did it! I let go of whatever restraint I'd had the last seven years during the bullying and snapped. I lunged at him quickly, punching him in the face. I don't know where the unbridled strength came from, and I didn't care either. The guy staggered back, then caught his footing. However, I whirled a chair at him, knocking him down, then I pinned him to the floor.
One of his friends tried to step in, but I shoved him back into the table and kept at attacking the leader of the group. I laid into this guy, ignoring the fact that everyone rose from their seats, and formed a circle around us. I was sitting on this guy's waist, pinning his arms down with my knees. I had a handful of his hair and kept punching him.
"Hey!" I heard a teacher's voice call. "Get off him!" I didn't stop. Finally, I felt someone push me back; then I was restrained with my arms locked by the truancy officer. For half a second, I got a look at what I'd done and felt guilty.
"That's enough!" boomed the voice of the principle, Miss. Martinez. I was breathing heavily, still driven by rage to keep pummeling the guy. "Now, what is going on in here?!"
"Hiccup attacked me when I asked if my friends and I could sit at the table he was at," the male lied. And now that guilty feeling was gone, replaced by anger once more.
"For the love of-That's not my name!" I yelled at him. "You're such a liar! You demanded I move, and when I refused you pulled my chair out from under me, and threw away my lunch!"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Haddock. All it looks like to me is that you beat this student to a pulp. Can anyone back your claim?" Miss. Martinez asked.
"Maybe more than half the lunchroom?" I retorted. Nobody stepped forward to say anything.
"All we saw was Hiccup punch him, throw a chair, then pin Marcus to the floor and began wailing on him," said one of Marcus's friend.
"Oh, my fucking Gods! MY NAME IS HECTOR!" I glared as I jerked out of the truancy officer's grip. "Let go of me,"
"I'm disappointed, Hector. You're usually a model student. Why would you attack an innocent classmate?" Miss. Martinez asked.
My eyes widened. "In-Innocent? Are you kidding me? This jerkoff has been bullying me since I was NINE! I didn't start this!"
"Who threw the first punch?" asked the truancy officer.
"Well, I did, but-," I started.
"Then you started it," the officer informed.
"Uh, he pulled my chair out and threw my lunch away! Was anyone listening when I said he's been bullying me for SEVEN years? Sorry if I got fed up with it," I enlightened.
"The past between you two is not my concern. I have to deal with what happened today, where you physically attacked another student and had to be pulled off him to stop. Two days office detention, and another for swearing, and getting an attitude with me," Miss. Martinez informed.
"And what? He gets no consequence for what he did to me?" I asked.
"It doesn't appear he did anything wrong," stated one of the lunchroom aides. I threw my hands up in frustration.
"Oh, of course not. Marcus Knight, the Archian High School football star and son of the mayor of Archi City gets no repercussions for ANYTHING. How foolish was I to believe that the staff of this school is fair to all of its students? Because it wasn't seen happening means that it didn't happen, right. I see where some students rank, fucking sad and pathetic." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"And you've earned yourself another day of detention," Miss. Martinez said as I rolled my eyes, disgusted.
"Typical. Let's punish the kid who has been bullied for years and snapped once. Yeah, that fixes the problem," I huffed.
"That's four total so far, would you like to go for five, Mr. Haddock?" the principal asked. I didn't say anything this time. I wasn't getting anywhere with this. "I punish the crime I saw happen. You attacked Marcus, and witnesses have confirmed the same scene. If you can prove that he provoked you, I'll adjust the detentions accordingly. However, you are still held accountable for your actions," I scoffed. Yeah, right. Nobody was going to own up to seeing what happened, or the bullying they've witnessed. "Now, you will say you're to Mr. Knight,"
"What?! I'm not apologizing to him!" I exclaimed.
"You will, or I will suspend you for a week, and then you'll serve the detentions you've racked up upon returning," Miss. Martinez threatened. This was unbelievable! "I'm waiting, Mr. Haddock," she pushed.
"Fine. I'm sorry I beat your ass like you deserved and got the absolute pleasure of putting you in your place, Marcus," I said.
"Hector Haddock! That is not a suitable apo-," the principal began.
"Your words were to say I'm sorry to him; you did not specify the reasoning in which I provided for why I apologized. I said I was sorry; get off my back," I informed.
"Hector…" she warned.
"It is not my fault that you didn't choose your words. I did EXACTLY as I was told. You said to say I was sorry, and I did. You should have specified the type of apology you wanted, Miss. Martinez. Don't look so surprised that you just got out-smarted by a sixteen-year-old. I am one of the smartest students in this school. I took your words as you said them, and also, I didn't mean a word of what I said to him because you didn't tell me that I had to mean it," I said before starting to walk out.
"I did not dismiss you, Hector. Get back in here, or I'm calling your parents!" she demanded.
"By all means, do so. My parents know I get bullied, and I assured them that the teachers were taking care of it because I've reported it on several occasions. If you'd like proof, I have screenshots on my phone. I'm sure my parents will be delighted to know that you've done nothing to protect the students who reach out for help and get nothing. Also, it's unbefitting of an educator to tattle-tale when she's been floored and doesn't have a remark because she knows she's wrong, and won't admit to it," After that, I walked out.
/End Flashback/
Since that moment, nobody has dared to approach or talk to me. And now, I'm serving my first day of four detentions. I assume my parents didn't get called or I'd have a text message asking what happened from mom or dad by now. My parents are Stephen and Valarie Haddock. Dad is a police officer, and my mom works for an animal shelter as one of the veterinarians. I had an unofficial uncle too, Glenn Forger; he's my father's best friend and my Godfather. I glanced at the clock to see that it was only 3:40 pm. Ten minutes had passed; this detention was dragging on.
"I'll be back shortly. Do not leave the room, and keep working," Mr. Shields informed, then he exited the room. There were perhaps nine students spread out among the desks.
"So your name is Hector, right?" asked a male voice. I looked up to see who had talked, and it was one of the seniors. I nodded to him. "I'm Derek, and this is my friend, Ethan,"
"Never seen you in here before," Ethan said.
"I typically don't get detention," I responded.
"What did you do. Shields referred to you as a brawl starter," Derek reminded. I tightened my fist a bit, the knuckles cracked.
"I pummeled someone who has been bullying me for seven years and was provoked to do so. I got four days for it because nobody in the lunchroom wanted to speak up about what happened," I mumbled.
"Oh! Good for you, standing up for yourself," Derek smiled.
"Yeah, look where it landed me?" I stared at my homework, answering another question.
"You seem like you're still pretty pissed about it," Ethan remarked.
"I am. I'm sick an tired of people giving me shit about everything. I've never done anything to anyone. I come, I do my work, I got home. But seven years? I had enough and snapped. The only good thing that happened out of this is that nobody wants to fuck with me anymore," I said.
"Best way to think about it; no one will mess with you once they know what you're capable of doing. That's how it is for us. We blow off steam about detention after we get out. Wanna come with?" Derek invited.
"Define blow off steam?" I asked.
"We hit the gym. Work out a little, take a few whacks at the bag. Hang with some friends, eat. It's a fun time. You'll love it," Ethan urged with a smile.
"Better not. My parents aren't gonna be thrilled when they find out I got detention for fighting," I shrugged.
"Don't tell them," Derek said.
"They'll want to know why I'm after school four days in a row. Both of them get home at 5 pm," I informed.
"Tell them you're hanging with some buddies. Come on, Hector. You need this, and hey, we'll sweeten the deal. We can get you out of the detention," Ethan grinned.
"Pray tell how you'll manage that," I asked.
"All we have to do is tell the principal what we saw happen in the lunchroom. We were there; we didn't say anything because we've never seen anyone floor Miss. Martinez like that. It was awesome, and we wanted to see how far it'd go. We're your witnesses, Hector. Come on, trust us. We'll bail you out; then you can chill with us. You're okay in our book," Derek enlightened.
I thought about it for a moment; them getting me out would be perfect, and I could use a little time to let out this frustration before going home. "If you can get me off this punishment; I'll hang, but no later than 10:30. Still got curfew at 11 pm," I reminded.
"You got yourself a deal. We'll take care of ya," Ethan replied. I smiled. Honestly, this was a nice feeling, to know someone, rather these two had my back and were going to help me out. I firmly believed that I just made two new friends.