Everyone, sorry for not updating, writer's block and school kinda gets in the way of that. I am starting a new fanfiction also for Percy Jackson & The Lost Hero Series so make sure to check that out when I upload it!

Astrid's POV

I noticed some girls sitting on some benches for the track lap. I had already changed into my comfy blue track and field shorts with a matching blue sports bra, etc. I had no idea what those girls were talking about but when I came by, they all just stared, as if someone farted and that person was me.

"Nice job Astrid." One of the girls said, breaking the silence.

"What're you talkin' about?"

"We all saw what you did to Hiccup, putting that scrawny twerp in his place."

"I didn't really put him in his place, I just-"

"Yeah guys, she's right. She was probably asking for a one night stand." another girl said, Mackenzie, I think he name was, I didn't care to know.

"Shut the fuck up, that's bullshit and you know it."

"It's cause Scott's cheating on you, ain't it?"

"You little p-"

I was cut off by the sports whistle. Our female coach walked over to us, eyeing me and Mackenzie, she could obviously tell something was up, she was good like that, also because my face was red and I looked homicidal. It wasn't that I really enjoyed dating with Scott, or I was protective, but her comment stung me as if it was true, and as if Mackenzie was the one fucking him. Which COULD be entirely possible, everyone knew Mackenzie was a slut back in middle school.

"Alright ladies, we're gonna do some basic warm up exercises followed by three laps."

"Three!? Come on coach, it's usually one at the start, and my legs hurt..." Mackenzie whined.

'Maybe you shouldn't spread them so much then...' I thought.

"Sorry M." The coach always called us by the first letter of our name. "We've got the semi-finals entry game next Thursday, and we gotta practice, didn't you check the website and e-mails I sent?"

Mackenzie was dead silent. All the girls laughed, I noticed Mackenzie got red, probably more red than I was, I smirked.

"Alright girls get on the grass, and we'll start."

We'd done some arm stretches, butt kicks, and crutches. Last one was squats. I put my arms infront of me and starting bending down. I just realized then how many men were in the benchs, sure most of them were boyfriends of the team, but some, well, most, were here to see athletic girls in skin tight clothing. I remembered all the times people called me a slut, because of my squats, as if I WANTED boys to see my ass when I squat, I didn't ask them to watch us. On one side, I had to admit, I was known for having a nice ass due to track and field, and I liked the attention boys gave me, not while I had a boyfriend of course. On the other side, Those perverts usually came late, watch me squat, god knows what they were picturing in their minds, and leaving shortly after, maybe after one lap, to not look too suspicious.

Today was timing test. We'd see who was doing the anchor lap, the last lap of the race, and the starting lap and etc. I saw Gobber come in, note book, pencil, and all. I saw Hiccup too, no idea was he was doing until gobber handed him the notebook and pencil, god dan it, Hiccup was timing and he probably won't give me a good time, even if I earned it because of what I did. I noticed some men put up a electronic timer with red letters, not that big or flashy. I got in my sprinting position behind the white line along with the others, I had about five seconds to mentally prepare myself, and try to not vomit before the starting whistle was fired. I sprinted across, second place so far, Mackenzie fell face first and started crying. By the time the first lap was done, I was still second, and Mackenzie was still crying on the ground, holding a bleeding knee. Walk it off.

Second lap - passed the first girl. I was trying to distract myself, because everytime I run this fast i vomit at the end. I was thinking about the other girls. Rachel was the girl in first for a bit, and now she's in third. She just needed to not waste all her energy at once, and time her sprint bursts and she should be fine. I was nearing the end of the lap, didn't even notice time go by. Hiccup was writing done times since the end result of me winning was pretty clear, I just hoped he was actually writing it down. I passed the line and crashed into hiccup, after all the mental practice that collision was too strong for me and I puked on his white shirt. I pushed myself off his face and wiped the puke off my lower lip.

"Do you just have some problem? You gotta move out the fucking way!"

Hiccup just groaned in reply.

"Figure out which side your on" I walked on him, leaving black shoe prints on what white was left of his shirt, regretting what I said, but whatever, I was busy, I had a date.