His name was Hiccup. The only reason Jack knew the punk's name was because of people asking if the rumors were true. Did this little white haired nerd actually run into Hiccup Haddock III and not get beaten to a pulp?
"What kind of name is Hiccup anyway?" Jack would mutter to himself during the day. "Sounds more like an insult, a name to tease someone with." His run in with Hiccup had darkened Jack's mood for most of his first class, but by the time math rolled around again he was in a better mood. He even managed to make it to class on time. Before the bell had rung, as Jack sat near the front, that was when he started to get questioned about Hiccup. Word traveled fast in this school.
During lunch Jack sat alone, just like at his old school. He wasn't exactly the type to go out and make friends. Large groups of people made him nervous and he crowds could give him panic attacks. While Jack ate he also read, something to make the time go by faster.
"You're him, aren't you?" A voice asked, yanking Jack's attention away from his book. He jumped slightly and looked up, startled. A boy sat in front of him, clearly a year or two younger. He was a small kid, yet his ears were a big big for his head. His brown hair shot straight up, unlike Jack's. (But if Jack didn't smooth it down like he did every morning it would just stick up everywhere in a frustrating mess.) The kid wore a red hoodie and had a zombie themed lunch box sitting next to him. He looked at Jack with curious filled blue eyes.
Jack pushed his glasses back into place and noticed that the kid had already unpacked his lunch and was eating. "… Um… I'm who?" Jack frowned.
"That kid that mouthed off to Hiccup and made it out unhurt." He said, not missing a beat, before taking a bit of his sandwich.
"Oh. Yeah, that's me." Jack nodded, his cheeks going pink. All this attention was so unusual for him, he had no idea how to handle it. This sure as hell wasn't the way he expected the new school year was going to start out. All he could hope for was in a few days the student body would forget all about him, leaving him invisible and unnoticed once more.
"Cool The whole schools talking about you, you know." The kid raised an eyebrow. "They don't even know your name. They just describe you by your white hair."
Jack glanced up at his bangs, sighing. That wasn't surprising. His white hair was the only thing memorable about him. "Well, for future reference, my name is Jack."
"I'm Norman." The kid nodded. He looked back down at his food.
After that both boys stopped talking. Jack didn't know how to continue the conversation and Norman didn't seem to feel the need to. At first Jack was uncomfortable by the silence, but soon grew used to it, the awkwardness of the moment fading. When the bell ran to signal the end of lunch Jack hurried to gather his things.
"See you tomorrow." Norman said, doing the same. He looked up and flashed a small smile at Jack before turning away and walking to the door, leaving the white haired teen to watch him with a puzzled frown on his face.
'Tomorrow?' Jack thought in confusion. They had hardly spoken, why would Norman want to come back tomorrow? Didn't people like to sit with others they could talk to? Well, not all people, as Jack knew very well. Maybe Norman just needed a place to sit. That had to be it.
Jack looked down at his schedule. Art was next. He smiled slightly at that. Art had always been a favorite subject of his.
The art room had seven tables, four chairs at each, and a large desk with cabinets behind it sat at the front of the room. Jack took a window seat, something he rarely did by choice in any other class, before the other students filed in. They took up almost all the other seats. At Jack's table sat tow kids, a boy and a girl. The boy had light blond hair, pointing in every direction as if against gravity, and light brown eyes that were almost golden. He was very small, he looked like a freshman, but could pass off as a middle schooler. The girl on the other hand was taller. She too was blonde, but it was much brighter, her hair so long it had to be pulled back into a thick braid that still made it down to her waist. She had green eyes and light freckles dotting her face.
"Ooooh, you're new here, aren't you?" The girl asked with a smile. She sat across from Jack. She reached into her back and pulled out a sketch book. "With that white hair, I'm sure I would've remembered you."
"Heh, yeah. I am, I just moved here." He nodded, adjusting his glasses. Were they suppose to bring sketch books? He glanced around and sighed in relief when he saw no one else had one. 'Good.' He thought.
She also pulled out several colored pencils. "Where did you move from? Was it far away?"
"Uh, no, not really." He shook his head and looked down at the table, scraping some chipped paint off it with his fingernail. "I used to live in Burgess. It's actually not that far from here. If I had wanted to keep going to school there I could've, but Berk High is closer."
"Understandable." She nodded. "I'm Rapunzel. But you can also call me Punzie if you want." She giggled. The blond boy next to her gave her an annoyed glance and her eyes widened. "Oh! Sorry. And this is Sandy."
Jack looked at Sandy and nodded. "Nice to meet you both."
Sandy made a couple of motions with his hands, Rapunzel watched closely. "He… he, um, wants to know your name?" She said slowly. Sandy nodded. "Oh, good. I got it right. I'm still working on my sign language."
"J-Jack. My name is Jack Frost." He said quietly, flushing slightly.
"Jack Frost? Like the winter spirit?" She asked, tilting her head. "Oh that is so cute! You're hair matches your name!" Before Rapunzel could say much more the teacher started talking about what they were going to do this year and what extra supplies they'd need. Jack learned that if he was ever short on supplies he could always borrow from Rapunzel. Her backpack was basically a miniature arts and crafts store.
Their first assignment was to practice drawing features of the face. An eye, nose, mouth. Half of the calls period had gone by and Jack was on his third eyes. Even with Sandy as a mute and Jack being too shy to start conversation, their table was full of noise. Rapunzel could talk for them both. Normally Jack found this annoying, but he just couldn't with Rapunzel. She was so nice and even though she kept chartering it was almost always interesting. He found out that she had a boyfriend, Flynn, who had just graduated high school so she couldn't wait to join him. He also learned that Sandy was in the same grade as Jack and was also interested in Marvel.
Rapunzel was in the middle of a story about her first pet hamster when the door opened and the teacher interrupted. "Mr. Haddock, would you mind explaining to me why you see it fit to skip half of this block and still find the nerve to show up?" The teacher asked, her voice sharp. Jack glanced up to see what was going on and his eyes widened.
Hiccup stood in the door way, his brown hair ruffled and a dark bruise on his cheek. "Sorry, teach. I was… settling a dispute and the principle wanted to talk to me." He shrugged and glanced around the room. His eyes stopped to rest on Jack. Hiccup smirked, causing Jack's cheeks to go red. The nerd made a strangled squeaking sound and looked won at his paper, staring at it as he felt Hiccup's gaze on him.
"Hmph. Well, see that it doesn't happen again, Mr. Haddock." The teacher huffed.
"Yes, ma'am." Hiccup replied.
"Typical." Rapunzel muttered under her breath.
The class slowly went back to work. Jack could hear the sound of Hiccup's boots get closer to him. 'Please sit somewhere else. There are plenty of seats in this room. Sit somewhere else.' He mentally pleaded. He didn't want to have to deal with this punk at all, especially not twice in one day.
"Is this seat taken?" Jack heard Hiccup ask. 'Fuck!' Jack cursed in his head, his eyes squeezing shut.
"You're asking? What a change of character." Jack could almost hear the eye roll in Rapunzel's comment. "It's not taken."
Jack heard the punk pull out the seat and sit down. "Just trying to be friendly, Rapunzel." He sighed. "What's the assignment?"
"Draw a part o the face. I've mostly been drawing mouths, but Sandy and Jack are drawing eyes." Rapunzel told him with a frown on her face. She looked back down at her paper.
'Dammit, Rapunzel!' Jack cursed the girl internally. He didn't want the punk to know his name. Now his secret identity had been found out.
Sure, it wasn't as bad as it could be. He didn't know Jack's last name, but still. The villain was just one step closer to figuring out who the hear really was.
Not that Jack was much of a hero.
"Jack?" There was a touch of curiosity to his voice. "Your name is Jack?" He snorted. "And here I thought you weren't telling me because it was something horribly embarrassing."
"Oh, what, like Hiccup?" Jack asked, glancing up to glare at Hiccup. His eyes widened slightly when he realized he said that out loud. 'Shit, shit! Abort mission! Abort mission!' He screamed at himself.
Hiccup raised an eyebrow, but continued to smirk. "Kind of." He shrugged, a hint of amusement in his tone. He chuckled softly. Jack's cheeks flushed and he looked anywhere but at the punk.
"You two have met?" Rapunzel frowned and tilted her head. These two didn't seem like the type to engage in conversation… Ever. Sandy tapped her shoulder and signed to her. "No… Really?" She whispered.
"Come on, Punzie. I know you've heard people talking. It's all over the school." Hiccup rolled his eyes. "This little nerd is just this side of being famous."
"Well, I have… But he just doesn't seem… Never mind." She sighed and went back to drawing. Jack tried to do the same, but it was hard when he could feel Hiccup staring at him. Couldn't he take a hint and leave Jack alone?
"So, Frosty, I didn't take you as the artistic type." Hiccup commented.
Wait, what?! Frosty?! Was he talking about his last name? How could Hiccup have figured it out? "And you don't seem like the type to show up to class at all. I guess people are full of all sorts of surprises." He grumbled, pouting. Once he realized he was pouting however he immediately stopped and looked up in an attempt to look the punk in the eyes. But instead of looking at his eyes, the silver lip ring caught Jack's attention instead. Jack's face grew warm. "A-and Frosty? What the hell kind of nickname is that?" He asked, trying to get his thoughts in order.
"Cause of your hair. Frosty. It seemed fitting." Hiccup reached over and ruffled Jack's hair. A whine escaped the nerd's lips, swatting away Hiccup's hand. He tried to smooth back down his hair, but it was in vain. Now it stuck up.
Rapunzel giggled and Jack shot her an annoyed glare. "What?" She asked. "It does fit, especially-"
"Don't you dare!" He raised an eyebrow, pointing at her to get his point across. "I know why it fits. You've already pointed that out." Hiccup watched the exchange between the two with a frown of confusion.
"Mr. Haddock!" The teacher scolded from the front of the room. Everyone turned to look at their table, causing Jack's face to go red. "There is only twenty minutes of class left, I would appreciate it if you stopped joking around with Mr. Frost and Miss Corona and got some work done!"
Goddammit.