N/A: I can't believe I already have followers and favorites ^^ that just made my day no joke. I had to stay home from school because I had a killer migraine. I'm serious I couldn't move until twelve thirty it was that bad. I still have a slight headache trying to put this as a document and editing it as I go over my hand written copy but I'm so happy I don't care if my head feels like a hammer went to it. So anyway, on to Chapter Two!
~Snowy Shadow Cat
Chapter Two
Jack has some sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, his chest tightening to restrict his breathing while his heart hammered wildly against his rib cage, demanding more air even if his tight chest wouldn't allow it. Pale hands gripped the seat belt across his chest until his knuckles were pure white. It took all his control to stop himself from shaking.
"A lil' nervous?" Mrs. Charlotte asked from beside the surprisingly pale than before boy.
Glacier blue eyes turned from the school building to the old grey haired woman besides him. "No…ok maybe a lil.'" Jack confessed weakly, turning his eyes back to the building.
Mrs. Charlotte reached out to pat Jack encouragingly on his should but pulled back last minute. She knew how that'd go. Jack had only been with her and the other children for a week now but even with the tries for hugs and comforting pats, the boy still didn't want to be touched. "We can come back tomorrow if you want…" she said gently, getting ready to put the car into gear to drive away when Jack took his seat belt off.
"We've been trying for the last three days…I'm fine, let's go." He said simply before jumping out of the old van's passenger seat. The bright autumn sun shone on Jack's pure white hair and made it glow a bit. His pale skin seemed to return to its normal pale contrast after looking sickly pale in the car. The fresh air helped the boy relieve some of his nervousness. The Wind greeted Jack fondly, ruffling his hair and clothing which consisted of very faded jeans and a white teeshirt under a blue hoodie that was open instead of zipped up like normal people would have against the chill of autumn. But Jack didn't mind the chill; in fact it felt amazing against his own cool skin. Ever since he lived in the forest, the cold winters of Burgess never bothered the boy, nor did the chill of autumn.
Mrs. Charlotte got out and stood next to the boy she was guardian over, pulling her coat closer to her body. "Ooh this is gonna be a cold one. I can feel it in me bones," she said, stuffing her hands into her pockets. "Come on Jack," was all she said to him before walking toward the main entrance of Burgess High School with Jack following suit.
"This is your first class," the principal Mr. Jackson told Jack, gesturing to the closed door they stood in front of.
"And that would be-" Mrs. Charlotte started to question. She had insisted to stay by Jack's side, saying it was for her comfort but the boy knew better. She stayed because she wanted to make sure he didn't have an episode. Maybe even to make sure he was actually ok with doing this now and stuck to doing it. But the first one was probably more likely.
"Biology?" Jack asked a bit unsure as he looked at his very confusing school schedule. It had both semesters' classes merged together in a list. They weren't separated but by a column off to the side of the list that said 'S1' or 'S2.' First period were listed one under the other, second following suit, then third and fourth. Each class was an hour and thirty minutes long; Jack starting to feel unsure if he could sit in a class room that long, especially with a room full of other teens. This by itself just might make the boy crazy, not the three years of isolation.
"Yes Biology I. There's only an hour left so it shouldn't be so bad."
Jack snorted. "Please, ten minutes in a car makes me feel trapped, what makes you think I can survive a classroom for an hour – thirty?"
Mr. Jackson gave the boy a stern look but held his tongue simply because he knew the boy's position. He needed 'special care.' "You can ask to step out of the class for a few minutes if you start to feel overwhelmed."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Sure thing Phil."
"Jack! It's Mr. Jackson. He's your elder, show some respect," Mrs. Charlotte scolded, causing Jack to wave it off like her words were annoying flies.
"Yeah, yeah whatever." Jack turned glacier blue eyes to the small window in the door that let teachers see what was going on in the hall and administrators peek into the class to see how everything was doing. From where the boy was standing, he could only see the white board that was filled with colorful words and drawing done with those strong, nasty smelling markers.
Mr. Jackson signed deeply before knocking on the glass window. A bald but scruffy bearded man came to the door, peeking out before opening it. "Yes Principal Jackson?" A voice questioned.
The principal waved the man out of the class a bit more, only leaving a crack about a few inches to keep an ear out for trouble in the class room. From what Jack's ears could pick up around the two men speaking to each other was silence. The entire class was dead silent; a pen dropping would sound like a bomb exploding. It unnerved the snow white haired boy for some reason. It made the boy want to run back outside and let the Wind comfort him again. But alas, he couldn't. Not when he was tied down by the education system. Oh how he was hating his already.
A hand on his shoulder broke the boy from his thoughts, shrugging it off as soon as it was placed on him. "Oh yes I forgot to mention that he doesn't like to touched. We're working on it though," Mrs. Charlotte spoke as Jack narrowed his eyes at the principal as he was the one to touch Jack. The tall but round man tense under the ice cold glare, not even thinking his wife could pull of a glare like that.
"Yes well…you can go join the others now. We're done here. If you need anything Jack, just ask." The boy snorted at the principal's words before following the biology teacher into his classroom.
"Now everybody, we have a new student. Make him feel welcomed and don't stare too much," the man said.
When Jack turned to look over the students, almost every girl gasped at the sight of his stunning blue eyes. Jack raised a white eyebrow at them, wondering why they were staring. His hands found their ways into his hoodie pockets, turning his attention back to the teacher when he walked over to him with some papers in his hands. "You'll be sitting in that seat back there. By the window," Jack followed the man's pointed finger, seeing the empty seat in the very back by an open window. The white haired boy nodded, looking back at the teacher. "And I need to know if you have anything you'd like to be called by."
Jack raised an eyebrow against buy this time at the teacher. "My name?" he said, confused by what the man said.
"I mean like a nickname you'd rather be called other than Jackson."
"It's Jack, not Jackson," the boy corrected.
The teacher nodded, writing that down on three papers out of many. "Alright Jack Frost, you can take your seat."
Jack just shrugged before walking to the back of the classroom. Nothing exciting happened except for the other students turning to catch a glance at him then whispered about if his hair was fake or real and things like that. Jack didn't understand it at all to say the least. How could his hair not be real? It grew from his head didn't it? Couldn't they see that for themselves?
Jack had just caught another girl staring at him, her cheeks flushing and her eyes darting back to the front of the class when his blue eyes looked towards her when some walked into the classroom twenty minutes after Jack entered the room.
"Ah Mr. Black. Glad you finally chose to join us," the biology teacher said without even looking away from what he was writing on the board.
Jack's eyes shifted to the boy that just walked in. The boy was tall and lean but the black shirt he was wearing showed he was some muscles developed pretty well. His hair was black like pitch black and slicked back to spikes behind his head. His skin was pale but it had a slight tan to it, showing he spent some time in the sun, or maybe he was born that way? But anyway, the boy, just looking at him, set Jack on edge.
"Yeah well you know how it is Mr. Smith," the boy said with a smirk on his lips, his voice dark yet velvety, almost seductive to Jack's ears. Almost.
"Just take your seat," Mr. Smith sighed.
"Don't mind if I do," he chuckled just as darkly, turning to go to his seat when the boy's eyes found Jack's. Jack stiffened a bit more in his seat, feeling as if he could pull his gaze away from the boy's. His eyes, eyes of gold and silver mixing that made Jack automatically think of a solar eclipse, held the white haired boy's bright blue eyes until he sat in his seat and turned his head to face the front. Jack allowed himself to relax slowly, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding. He was starting to really doubt this whole school thing.
Jack sat by himself at lunch. He didn't go get what they were serving since it smelled terrible and just looking at it was making him nauseous. So far his classes weren't so bad. After Biology, he had English and after that Gym. They ate last out of the four lunch periods; something about exercising after eating was making too many people sick. Not that Jack cared; he ate what he could find berry-wise in the forest during spring and summer. For autumn and winter he'd have to steal food from wherever he could. But his life style made him a vegetarian so finding and stealing food wasn't too hard.
People stared at him as they walked by putting the boy on edge. What's up with people staring? They act like they've never seen a boy before, Jack though bitterly to himself, crossing his arms defensively over his chest. Isolation was a strange thing, very strange. Sure he wanted someone to pay attention to him when he was starving his first year alone in on the streets of Burgess (even if he wouldn't admit it through the rest of the two years in the forest he wanted it then too), he had convinced himself that he didn't need attention. But he still longed for it; to be noticed and cared about. But now that he was getting the attention and cared for, he wasn't really sure if he wanted it anymore. It was proving very bothersome. Isolation did some strange things to a person, very strange.
"You're Jack right?" Jack heard a girl to his right ask. He turned his head, seeing a girl with bright violet eyes looking down at him. They looked like she had amethyst stones for irises. It was stunning actually. Her hair was blue, green, and pink colored in a grown pixie cut. She was wearing a green teeshirt that said 'Too Cute For You' in gold letters. Her skirt was a bright but deep blue with gold leggings underneath. Her feet were covered with pink ribbon up heels. Her ankles and wrist had thin bands of gold for bracelets and anklets, with gold hood earrings to match. She looked lovely to Jack.
He nodded at her to confirm her question, making her smile brightly to show white, straight teeth. "Hi then, I'm Toothiana," she greeted as she held a hand out to him. Jack looked down at her hand a little confused before looking back up at her. Something seemed to click in her brain because she pulled her hand back. "Right sorry, forgot you don't like contact." She giggled gently as she sat in front of Jack.
Jack raised a white eyebrow at her. "Where'd you hear that?" He questioned, wondering how many people knew about his 'special situation.'
She shrugged. "I was on my way to the bathroom when you, your grandma-"
Jack looked a bit confused. "Grandma?" he questioned her.
"That woman you were with today," Toothiana clarified.
Jack thought a bit more before realizing she was talking about Mrs. Charlotte. "Oh you mean Mrs. Charlotte. Yeah, no, she's not my grandma. She's my guardian," he told the girl, knowing that if he left it at 'she's not my grandma' she'd ask questions.
Tooth nodded at him acceptingly. "Oh sorry, I didn't mean to jump to conclusions. It's just when I saw you with her and the principal, I thought you two were related. So why don't you liked to be touched?" Jack was hoping he wouldn't have to answer that question. He was about to change the subject when someone called to Toothiana.
"Tooth! What's taking ya – oh didn't know ya being with company," Jack turned his head to see a freakishly tall boy with a very defined Russian accent come up to the two sitting down. The boy looked like she could be in college already or something. He was very muscular with broad shoulders and a wide chest. His hair was a dark chocolate brown, his eyes a bright smoky blue, looking a bit grey rather than blue. He had a black shirt under a red and black football jacket and some dark blue faded jeans.
"Dude how tall are you!?" Jack asked directly, looking up at the tall boy like he couldn't believe his eyes about how tall he was.
A brown eyebrow came up at Jack's question, the look of confusion on his face before he answered. "Last checked, I was being six feet and six inches."
"Wow," Jack muttered under his breath as he turned his head to Toothiana. Never had he seen someone so tall.
"Sorry 'bout the wait mates, I had to stay in the library for a whole longer than expected," an Australian boy said as he came running over. Bright green eyes met bright blue. "Crickey you're eyes are blue."
Jack wasn't sure if that was a compliment or what. "Uh yeah, I know?" He was a bit confused about what was happening.
Toothiana seemed to pick up on that though. "Jack this is Nicolas," she gestured to the freaskishly tall Russian. "We call him North though. And that's Aster but feel free to call him Bunnymund."
"G'day," Bunnymund greeted, receiving a nod from Jack. Bunnymund had fairly tanned skin, his blue-grey hair bringing out the green of his eyes. He was freakishly tall as well but not as tall as North. He wasn't as muscular either, looking more lean but he was packed heavier than Jack in the muscle department. Jack only looked fit from his time in the forest, nothing else. These guys looked like the worked to look like they did. Peeking out from under Bunnymund's grey teeshirt sleeves were points of white, probably from tattoos Jack came to realize.
"And how tall are you now?" Jack asked directly since he only stood up to a five feet nine inches.
"Six – three mate. Why?" Bunnymund questioned curiously.
"You're a kangaroo!" Jack blurted out, laughing at the look on the Australian's face.
"I'm no kangaroo," he grumbled, looking at Toothiana. "Where'd you find this bloke anyway?"
"Found him sitting here and thought he'd like company," Toothiana smiled brightly.
"Such a kind person Tooth," North praised, patting her head.
"Fine but if he's gonna hang around, he better stop calling me Kangaroo," Bunnymund grumbled.
Jack stopped laughing finally, looking at all of them. "Wait what? Hang out with you guys? I don't think so."
Toothiana and North looked hurt and confused Bunnymund looked indifferent. "What do you mean?" Toothiana questioned.
"I'm here just 'cause I have to be, not to make friends or get attached to anybody. Sorry but count me out of your lil' gang."
"Alright mates, you heard the hoon. Let's leave him be," Bunnymund said indifferently. He turned away from Jack, walking away.
"Bye kangaroo," Jack teased.
Bunnymund tensed at the teasing. "I'm not a bloody kangaroo!" he growled over his shoulder. Jack just laughed.
"If you change your mind…" Toothiana insisted as she got up and let North guide her towards where Bunnymund was waiting for them.
"Don't get your hopes up," Jack mumbled coldly, not noticing the gold-silver eyes behind him that saw the whole thing.
Eesh this was longer than I thought it would be. Hope it was worth the length though and hopefully future chapters won't be so flipping long ^^" this might be the longest one I write so yeah…Heh heh I loved naming the principal Phil XD you can expect that man to chase after Jack in later chapters I promise you that ^^ Kinda why I named him Phil since Phil was the one who always found Jack trying to break into North's Workshop and kept throwing the boy out in the movie. Can't wait to watch it again to make it a second time I've watched it. It's amazing! Basically I kind of wanted to keep some things similar to the movie like Jack rejecting to go with the Guardians, his three hundred years of isolation (three years only because they're all humans) and details like that. Anyway enough rambling, I need to work on Chapter Three. I think I'm going to update every Friday so see you next Friday ^^
Thank you for your reviews! I'll try to address those that I can:
Pervy4glitch – there will definitely be some JackxBunny action going on but this is mainly a JackxPitch story. And don't worry, Jack isn't just going to roll over for Pitch either lol there'll definitely be some fighting and against will stuff.
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Final Syal Lunar Generation – thank you for your compliments. I wanted to keep that bond between them open. Don't worry he didn't just live out in the open but really I'm planning on explaining where he lived, how his appearance changed from his warm brown eyes and hair to his white haired and blue eyed appearance now. And don't think I forgot to add his shepard's crook ^^ it'll just come up in a later chapter. I have this mental image of how I want everything to go so I'll get to just about everything I due time. Thanks for the review ^^
