A/N: hey everyone glad you liked the first chapter :3

and yes, this is NOT just one of those high school AUs, this is different.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rise of the Guardians or the cover art. The picture i used for cover art was drawn by tumblr user mossmallow and is used with her permission

Chapter Two

Every prince is a fantasy
The witch is inside of me
Her poison will wash away the memory

The bus was directly under Jack and he sucked in his breath as he jumped off the branch. There was a loud thud as he landed on the roof of the bus and he clung on for dear life. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Jack was currently riding on his school bus and one part of him thought that this might be illegal. Brisk air rushing past him blew his hair back and Jack couldn't help but smile. Even though he woke up with a panic attack at realizing he was going to miss the bus, the actual ride to school felt amazing legal or not. It was as if he were flying.

"Did you hear that Tooth?" Aster said taking his head off of the window. "Did you hear that noise as if something fell on the bus?"

"I bet its just snow from that tree we just passed under." she replied. Nobody on the bus had seen Jack jump from a tree and onto the school bus and nobody knew he was on top of the roof above their heads. In fact, everyone except Aster and Tooth didn't even know that Jack had been chasing the bus.

Jack whooped and grinned as he stood up on the bus keeping his balance on the moving vehicle. He saw some kids out walking their dog and he waved to them. "Hey kids!" he called out.

The kids just froze in their tracks and stared with their jaws on the ground at seeing Jack stand on top of a moving bus. Jack just laughed at them and turned back around. As long as a police officer didn't see him, Jack would be fine. This had to be the most fun he's ever had with school transportation. He was certainly wide awake that was for sure ad riding on the bus was more fun than riding in the bus.

Jack looked at the scenery rushing past him and didn't see that the bus was approaching a yellow light. The bus driver obviously wanted to beat the yellow light and sped up. Within seconds the light changed to red and the bus came to a screeching halt. The sudden stop threw Jack off balance and he fell forward and slid off of the bus, slammed onto the front engine, and then flopped onto the road.

Everyone had been looking forward at the time so they were all there to witness Jack's body ricochet off of the windshield. Tooth gasped and covered her mouth when she heard Jack's body hit the road. "Oh my gosh Aster I think that was Jack!" she blurted out. Tooth and many other people rose out of their seats and moved to the front so that they could look outside to see if the body that had slid off the bus was Jack.

Most of the people up front were girls. Jack's appearance had given him many admirers but for some reason he would always turn them down. It was as if he didn't want to get close to anyone. This is how he treated everyone his age at school, by giving everyone a cold shoulder. Everyday at lunch he would sit outside all alone and nobody ever came near him. They never even acknowledged him as if he didn't exist.

"Everyone back in their seats!" the bus driver yelled out as he got up. He was the driver of this bus, meaning that he was responsible for these obnoxious teenagers in the mornings and at the afternoons. The bus driver jumped when there was a sudden tapping at the door.

It was Jack.

Other than a bruise on the side of his head and the snow covering his clothes, he seemed fine.

On the outside.

"Are you going to let me in or what?" he asked through the door. The bus driver opened the door without a word ad Jack slowly stepped inside. He knew that later in the day he would most likely have to answer a few questions about this whole accident with the bus, but what was Jack supposed to tell them? If he told them the truth about how he decided to jump onto the surface of the bus that he had missed they would all think he was crazy. If he lied and told them that the bus had hit him, there would be too many people objecting because for the first time ever, everyone had seen Jack. They had see his body fall over the windshield and that would not have happened if he was standing in the road. There weren't even any crosswalks where they had stopped at the red light.

Everyone was speechless as the restless albino walked down the aisle.

"I told you he wasn't right in the head. Jack could've gotten himself killed doing as something brainless like that." Aster mumbled to Tooth. He didn't know that Jack was passing by them when he had said that and he also didn't know that Jack had heard him.

"Awww. You do care." Jack teased as he looked in Aster's direction. Aster just scowled and turned away while Tooth just eyed Jack as he moved further to the back of the bus. He was doing it again, separating himself from the others. Jack was sitting alone in the last bus seat and looked out the window until they finally reached school. He was oblivious that Toothiana Fairie had been thinking about him the entire time.

Tooth looked down at the ground of the bus lost in thought.

Is Jack okay?

What if he hurt something on the inside?

What if he'd hiding a serious injury?

Jack had hit the windshield of the bus pretty hard. There were tiny cracks from where his body had impacted it and a tiny dent in the cover of the front engine despite the fact that Jack weighed as much as a feather. It wasn't until she heard the hissing of the bus stopping at the high school she snapped out of her thoughts.

It looks like the bus had brought them to school early since there were still crowds of teenagers outside chatting and playing in the snow. Jack quickly exited his bus before the bus driver could stop him and he was now in front of the high school. Looking back to to where the buses were parked, Jack saw a group of career advisers chatting away with some of the freshmen this year. That reminded the teen of his eighteenth birthday in a few days.

In just a few days he would be an adult.

In just a few weeks he would have to prepare to be kicked out of the orphanage, Ms. Dawdson said that when he became an adult he couldn't stay there anymore unless he started to pay rent.

In just a few months he would have graduated high school.

Jack would have to decide what he would do with his life. If he stayed at the orphanage to work there he would just be reminded that nobody wanted him in their lives. He hadn't even come close to being adopted. Jack could always save up money for a house of his own, but he would need a job. To get a job he would have to be good at something, and the only talent Jack had was playing with children ten years younger than him.

Maybe he could work at a daycare?

There had to be something out there for him to do right?

Other people began coming off the bus and Jack sat on the bike racks as he watched people scurry around the snow covered courtyard like mice. He didn't have to worry about falling off the metal beams, he had impeccable balance not counting when he fell off the bus. Besides, nobody actually rides their bike to school which meant that Jack could sit on the bike racks for as long as he wants. More people began to fill the area and Jack pulled his hood over his head while keeping his eyes low. Jack wasn't the most social person, and whenever he tried to start up a conversation with someone they'd just brush him off. It was as if everyone thought he was a serial killer with three heads or something equally bizarre.

Was it because of his pale skin and unnaturally white hair?

Were they gawking at Jack because of how skinny he was?

Maybe they just didn't like him?

Jack was a trouble maker, so there were quite a few teachers and students who saw him as a nuisance.

Either way, Jack had no one to talk to at the prison he called school. But that was okay, he had gotten used to it in third grade. Jack watched the various cliques of people walking past him and he stared up at the sky to avoid any kind if conversation. Some people here were very aggravating to Jack, such as the girls who screamed at the top of their lungs whenever they see a friend who the see in every class. There were also those people in class who thought that they were funny and commented on every word a teacher would say. Jack could swear that there were kids smoking all sorts of drugs behind the school which only made Jack prefer children over the people his age. Jack could actually have fun with children instead of being ignored by every single person here.

However, there was this one person who Jack had sorta made friends with. This person in particular was short, four foot eleven to be exact. He carries around a notepad to communicate with others because he's mute and he is very fond of airplanes. Although he can't become a pilot because of his inability to speak and because of his narcolepsy, he has a pilot's wardrobe. It was even complete with bright brown aviation goggles on his head, a yellow jacket, a shiny golden scarf, brown pants, and whatever else a pilot may wear. The whole pilot look went well with the boy's tan skin, round face, flat nose, brown eyes, and spiky blonde hair.

This person was Sanderson Mansnoozie, or Sandy to most people.

Jack and Sandy weren't the closest friends, but they were locker neighbors and Sandy occasionally waved to Jack in the hallways. Jack barely got to see Sandy though. Sandy was really busy all the time because he always had plans with his friends.

These friends were Nicholas St. North or 'North' who acted as some sort of leader to the group, Edmund Aster Bunnymund who was the best painter in the school, and Toothiana Fairie who was like a hummingbird because of how busy and energetic she was. They were the group of kids who planned out all of the holiday events every year for the kids at elementary schools.

Jack spotted the group across the courtyard. They could clearly be seen because North stood out in the crowd. His large stature and height of six foot three could intimidate anyone. Not to mention his large red jacket as thick as his Russian accent. His dark hair was kept under a winter hat that rested on his head along with bright blue eyes and a few hairs at his chin. North was a very nice person at heart though no matter how he may look. He took wood shop, meaning that he's able to conjure up anything with the tools there and everything he made was wonderful. The best part about him was how generous he was. North would give hand made toys to the little girls and boys during the Christmas events and from how detailed they were, you could tell he spent a lot of time on them.

Jack could hear North laughing as Aster was talking with him and he could see Tooth and Sandy having a good conversation as well. Jack wished that he had what they had.

A family.

Friends.

The feeling of being welcomed.

He feeling that they weren't alone in the world.

That was a life not meant for Jack, but it could be worse.

He could be like Pitch Black, the teacher assistant who everyone either feared or loathed. He also reminded some people of that Snape guy from Harry Potter. Jack wondered if Pitch was even his real name. Who names their child Pitch anyway? What kind if name was that? Just imagine baby Pitch taking his first steps or having his first haircut. Jack snickered to himself imagining that Pitch could have been a normal baby once.

Pitch was far from normal. He was six foot one like Aster but he had black hair slicked back. His skin also looked as if he was sick and he had sharp cheekbones on his face that could clearly cut someone if anyone dared to slap him. Then there were Pitch's dark brown eyes. They looked as if they were black just like the rest if the clothes he wore. Pitch would always wear a long black trench coat with a dark grey v-neck underneath.

And how did Jack know what Pitch had on under his coat?

The answer was that during Jacks freshman year he had 'accidentally' spilled some bleach on Pitch's black trench coat. Pitch had taken it off and Jack saw that the man had a locket on as well. He didn't know what was in it, but there were rumors that it held a picture if Pitch's daughter inside. A few days later Pitch had 'accidentally' spilled an entire pot if scalding hot coffee on Jack's pants in a certain area that was very sensitive. Not only had it looked like he had wet himself, but the hot liquid had left a few burns and Jack couldn't use the bathroom right for three days. Jack hated Pitch ever since.

Jack was still staring at Sandy and his friends. That group had a reputation of bringing hope and wonder to children while giving them unforgettable memories as well as making their dreams come true. They all did all this planning and deadlines in their free time. Jack certainly didn't need any extra work. He was already falling behind in school and he was more about snowballs and fun time, not stressing over holiday decorations. Besides, Jack had no desire to spend his time with them. It wasn't that Jack disliked them, he just found it very uncomfortable that they were in his dreams every night.

In Jack's dreams, he would be this winter spirit with a wooden staff that could create snow. Aster was a giant rabbit who had boomerangs and could conjure up magic rabbit holes in the ground. Toothiana was this hybrid of a hummingbird fairy woman that had millions of tiny versions of herself that collected the baby teeth of children. Sandy was a two foot tall man with golden robes made from golden sand that could morph into the dreams of sleeping kids. North was this large man with a long white beard and a pair of twin swords and magic snow globes.

There was no way Jack would mention these dreams to anyone.

They happened almost every night, and the fact that Sandy, Tooth, Aster, and North were always there was alarming to Jack.

Why would he even dream of stuff like this?

All of the teachers were very fond of the group of kids though. They thought that a group of teenagers willing to work that hard for children in their free time was something that should be seen as an example.

Then there was Jack.

The rambunctious teenager who had the most detentions in the school. He must have set a record or something. Even though being mischievous was fun, Jack had to tone it down a bit since he could only get a certain amount of detentions until he was kicked out of school. He also had to start working harder. Jack was actually a smart kid, he just didn't apply himself as much as he should and the teachers just thought he didn't pay attention in class. Sure there would times where Jack would skip school, but he would always find out what they had did that day in his absence.

The only thing the faculty staff knew about Jackson Frost was to watch out for any of his pranks or antics. They didn't know of his past, about his status as an orphan, or how lonely he was. There were times when Jack would get depressed from it but it passed after a few weeks, but there were times when he felt like he wasn't anyone at all. It was like he didn't exist. Being ignored and alone for almost all of his life really left a mark on Jack.

Jack should probably talk to someone about his problems, but he hasn't opened up to anyone in his entire life. He just smiled and pretended to be happy with himself while hiding away his sadness and longing. If Jack just kept his problems inside, everything would be fine.

But how could he be happy?

He drove his parents apart just by being born.

Jack was born the day before Easter, the same day as his parents' wedding. His mom had been pregnant with him for seven months and he finally popped after Elizabeth Frost said "I do." with Nathan Overland. Jackson Frost used to be Jackson Overland Frost until his parents got divorced when he was two, and it was because if him.

Jack had been drawing in the walls again, and he was whipped by a leather belt by his frustrated father who had just come home from a very irritating day at work. Soon enough, Elizabeth objected to Nathan's punishment to their two year old son. They were too busy arguing to notice that little Jack had gone to a corner to cry and that he was too young to even understand what he had done wrong.

When his parents were separated, the newly named Jackson Frost was cared for by his mother. Then he started causing more trouble, and he go into more trouble. It was just that his mom was always busy and there weren't any kids around to play with so Jack needed attention even if it was negative.

He was six years old when his mom started to lose interest in him.

She had cared and nurtured Jack for five years, and that only made it hurt more when she left. Knowing that his mom used to love him had hurt Jack the most. He remembered the day he was dropped off at the orphanage clearly. Jack was seven years old when his mom told him to wait outside the orphanage while she went to do some business with a friend from work.

Two days he waited there, hanging out in a tree waiting for her to come back.

She never did.

Three years passed and Jack was ten years old when the kids at the orphanage started calling him 'Snowhite'. That infernal nickname followed him to school. Everyone called him Snowhite because of his pale skin and white hair.

He hated it.

Jack had even tried to die his hair brown once so that they would stop but he still had the pale skin and icy blue eyes.

Then this one kid in his class, Kate Anthony, invited Jack to her birthday party. Kate was beautiful with long blonde hair and freckles. Jack was speechless knowing that someone actually wanted him in their presence.

Until he found out it was all lie.

It turns out Jack was supposed to deliver his invitation to Jack Collins, the other Jack in his class. Kate didn't want Jackson Frost at her party, she wanted Jack Collins. She even called Jack "Snowhite" like everyone else!

Jack Collins ended up going to the party instead of Jackson Frost who just stayed at the orphanage on that Saturday during winter. He was pouting about not being invited until there was a snow storm and the party he wasn't wanted at was cancelled.

That was the highlight if his childhood.

It was the only highlight of his childhood.

He never got anything for his birthday from the caretaker, Ms. Dawdson, because she hated Jack and all the grey hairs he given her with his unruly behavior. Besides, Easter followed his birthday and if Jack got double the treats it wouldn't be fair to everyone else. The holidays weren't much better. According to everyone else, Jack was a naughty child meaning that he would attain none of the Christmas presents that were donated to the orphanage.

Jack was eleven when he found out what had become of his parents. His mom had remarried some guy named Rick Bennett and she had a child with him named Jamie Bennett. Jamie got his looks from his father, brown hair with chocolate brown eyes. Jack got his looks from his mother, white hair with pale skin and bright blue eyes.

What hurt the most was when Jack would often see his mom and her new family around town very often. She looked so happy with her new son and new husband.

She was so happy without Jack, her first son.

Jack's dad wasn't much better. He remarried too and he now had a new wife named Beth Overland and a daughter named Pippa Overland.

His parents had moved on.

They had moved on and forgot about Jack, the reminder that their first marriage ended with divorce.

And Jack fell behind.

They didn't even say goodbye to him.

Jack had started to see Jamie and Pippa at Burgess Elementary, the same school he went to. Both Jamie and Pippa knew about the past of one half if their parents, but they didn't know that Jamie's mother and Pippa'a father had a child. They just knew that they were married and then got a divorce. The only reason the two children knew this was because their parents were paranoid that one might developer a crush on the other since they had met in school and soon became childhood friends.

None of them even thought about Jack.

The little mistake that ruined everything.

He ruined his parents marriage and many of the antiques in the orphanage. No wonder Ms. Dawdson hated him. Jack was sixteen when he moved into the attic, and he had no objections to it. His nickname of 'Snowhite' had stayed in the orphanage and people still called him that. If he stayed in his makeshift room, no one would be there to call him that stupid name.

He had lived a life where he was once cherished, but he was too young to enjoy it, and then he became too much if a burden. Jack didn't even bother to go see any people looking for adoption. He was currently seventeen years old, if no one had wanted him when he was a child, why would they want him as an independent teenager?