"...That's the punishment?" Jack blinked his eyes questioningly to his foster mom.

"Yes. See it's nothing too bad. I know the manager so everything works out. Oh, but you'll work at the small coffee shop without pay," There's the catch Jack was looking for. Having to work at a coffee shop for a punishment seemed too good to be true, there had to be a catch, and no pay was it. The nerd was thinking anna was being nice with the punishment, maybe it was because she saw the glint of sadness flicker in the teens eyes every once in a while no matter how much he tried to keep it sealed up.

"okay. So everyday after school… for how long? A week?" Anna shook her head, her colourful and flamboyant hair bobbing happily.

"Two months actually!" She cheered way too happily for the occasion. Jack's eyes narrowed slightly before his jaw dropped open a tad.

"Two months?!"

"How about three?" The nerd sighed and shook his head "No two's fine,"

"That's what I thought,"

"Well anyways I have to… go to school now. So I'll see you around seven I suppose," Jack grabbed his bag which was slung over an expensive looking chair before, with much hesitation, heading towards the front door. He remembered a Jacket that day.

"Hey Jack do you need a ride to school?" He turned the silver coloured door nob "No, I'm fine thank you," Then he opened the door and walked out.

"Maybe working at the coffee shop will be a good time consumer," Jack thought as he slowly walked towards his much now dreaded high school. "Though I prefer tea….,"

The nerd walked for around ten minutes before entering Berk high school with a not so excited look upon his face. Per usual, his head was ducked down as he weaved through the halls then to his locker. With much delight the locker was cleaned of any harassments. Great.

Jack dumped his bag into his locker then took out his first few classes textbooks. The nerd sighed upon realizing his math book was missing and that was his first class for the day. Fucking amazing.

He pushed his lenses up the bridge of his nose before walking to class, trying to think of excuses of why he doesn't have the textbook. None came to mind when Jack sat in his regular seat in the back of class.

Jack noticed how the whole class stared at him as he walked to his seat, though he tried to ignore it. Everybody must've seen the papers and the words written all of his locker.

"Alright class today-" The teacher began only to be interrupted by a senior showing up in the wrong class.

"Where's the nerd?" A familiar voice called, emerald eyes scanning the room for a certain white haired male. Jack tensed up at the sound of his voice, eyes closing and breath hitching. 'Calm down Jack don't have an attack…,' He let out a breath before glancing up at Hiccup who stood at the door. With all his courage gathered Jack stood and looked at the other confidently.

"Are you lost because I'm pretty sure you're not in this class. Well unless you're more dumb than we thought," Jack knew for sure that comment would bite him in the butt in the long run but he never cared, it was fun to smirk and try not to snicker at his comment. Hiccup was a senior while Jack was a junior.

"Oh hah very funny," People seemed to agree as they giggle silently into their hands. "I'm here because of this," Hiccup walked over to Jack's desk and dropped his math textbook down onto his hands. Jack surprisingly didn't even flinch.

"You dropped it at our last… quarrel," The hated punk said with a sly smirk. Jack thought nothing of it, his eyes burning flames of hate.

"Thank you," The nerd pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose before taking a hold of the textbook on his hands. "Now leave me alone I'm trying to learn," The other did as, harshly, told and strode out of the junior classroom, hands in his dark pant pockets.

Jack sat down as soon as the punk left with a relieved sigh. That went better than he expected, though he had a lingering feeling in his chest, one he'd rather not have.

The day went on agonizingly slow but, to his delight, The end of the day bell had finally rung and Jack practically ran from the school. Then he remembered about the coffee shop.

"Man…," The nerd shifted his bag on his back as he turns directions and heads to the small shop. He walks inside the coffee shop and was instantly scurried behind the counter by an short male with bright gold coloured hair.

Without a word being spoken, the man showed Jack around the petite shop then to the machines which made the coffee. Arms waved in hand motions and gestures that Jack assumed to be sign language.

Oh. He's mute...

"Uh sorry sir but I don't understand sign language, uhm my apologies. Is there someone who could explain this all to me?" After moments of silence a chime of the front bell rang signaling someone entering the shop. The male clapped silently before gesturing to the door. Jack turned his head to the male walking in and he, right then and there, wanting to just drop dead. Of fucking course it had to be hiccup.

The short man walked over to Hiccup and moved his hands in sign language. To Jack's surprise the punk responded.

"Teach the new guy? Sure why not boss," The little man walked back over to Jack who stood with a cold look on his face. Fricken really?

"Oh. You're the new guy... Can I resign Sandy?" Hiccup looked down at the male who Jack assumed to be Sandy. Sandy shook his head.

"Damn. Fine I'll teach the nerd,"

"Uh. No thanks I'll figure it out on my own-" Sandy then gave the two a stern look, arms folded over his chest.

"Alright alright…," The nerd and the punk were then shuffled behind the counter and left alone to work. Hiccup went onto explaining what everything does and how to work certain machines in a way that made him sound bored, which in fact he was.

"And that's pretty much everything. You'll probably be working the cashier for your first day. Don't fuck it up nerd," Then the punk walked through the doors sandy had previously gone through, leaving Jack alone.

Jack stood awkwardly behind the counter, since no one was there yet the nerd had nothing to do other than wait. Around four was when people began to file in.

People upon people flooded the small coffee shop. Hiccup had returned from the back room and took his position in making the beverages while Sandy stayed in the back, making small pastries. All the while Jack stayed put at the cashier, efficiently doing what he's supposed to.

It actually was relaxing, working for the few hours his shift was, even though the cause of his problems was within a few metres of him. Hiccup didn't say a word or make eye contact with Jack, so he was fine with pretending the punk wasn't there.

All too suddenly it was seven and his shift was over. Jack bid his farewells to Sandy before walking past Hiccup, not intending to say anything to the punk.

"Until next time, nerd," The brunet male said but Jack just brushed it off as he walked through the petite shops doors and into the refreshing autumn air.

As soon as Jack had left the shop, Hiccup's smirk fell into an emotionless line. He stayed back after work hours to help clean up tables and dishes before Sandy practically kicked him out, so he left.

He put on his leather jacket which was hanging on the coat rack and left the coffee shop. Wind found its way through the punks clothes as he walked back to his dad's bike shop but he didn't pay attention to it. He just walked on.

A few corners turned later Hiccup found himself walking into the heat of his fathers shop. "Dad I'm back," He said without much enthusiasm before heading to the back and through a white wooden door which lead to his small house that was attached to the bike shop. Small, but convenient. He walked up a crickety and steep stairwell before turning into his room that was filled with posters of his favourite bands and a bed, nothing too special.

The punk took off all his clothes, except for his boxers, and laid down on the small single bed. Sleep didn't find its way to the punk, only thoughts upon thoughts, corrupting his mind.