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Hiccup shoved his books in his locker. He had just barely gotten to his first class, biology, so he hadn't had time to put his books in his locker. He sighed, again. I really don't want to go to algebra 2, Jack's in that class, he thought, Heck, I don't even know how I'm going to be able to even face him, much less be in the same room as him. Hiccup sighed, for the third time this morning. His stomach growled. Again. This was definitely going to be a very long day. He laid his forehead against his locker in defeat.

"Hey there. How are things going in Hiccup land today?" He felt a small smile creep on his face. He looked over, and there was Astrid Hofferson. His best and longest friend. They had practically grown up together.

"Oh, swimmingly. I was running late for school, then to make everything better, I fall down right in front of the one and only Jack Overland, the school golden boy. Then I make a sarcastic comment, as per usual. He laughs, I cry inside, and I just barely make it to biology with Ms. Kelly. A wonderful start to my day." He slammed shut his locker and turned to face Astrid fully. She had a laugh on her lips, completely used to all of Hiccup's sarcastic comments and the hysterics they could cause.

"Wow, sounds amazing. You'll be sure to have loads of fun in math." She took his books from his arms, leaving him to follow her to math.

"Astrid-oof-" Another, rather larger student bumped into him as he caught up to Astrid. "Astrid-I can carry my own books, Astrid slow down, wait up!" She stopped in front of the math classroom, a grin on her face. Once he got to her, she strode through the doorway, and plopped their books down at their seats. They were some of the few tenth graders in that math class, everyone else was eleventh.

"Hiccup, let me carry your books. That way you aren't too off balance, mister prosthetic leg." She was teasing, but that was how she showed affection. Hiccup had learned that about Astrid early on. He bapped her shoulder playfully.

"What will I ever do without you here to carry my books, I don't know. College is simply out of the question." Hiccup plopped down in his seat pretending not to notice that the first thing he did when he came into the room was look around for Jack. The older boy didn't seem to be there just yet. Not that he was looking anyway. He was brought back to his current reality by Astrid's laughter. The teacher came in the room, and started to set up, although he was a bit early. Hiccup's stomach growled. Very loudly. He blushed deeply, hoping the teacher hadn't heard that.

He didn't need to worry about the teacher, as it turned out. Astrid had heard it. He could tell, because there was a stone hard grip on his left shoulder.

"Hiccup." There was something harder and sharper than steel in her voice. Hiccup gulped, then hesitantly turned to her. "Y-yes, Astrid?" He gulped again. "What is it?"

"Did you. Skip. Breakfast. Even. Though. I've told you. Not to ever do that again?" Astrid Hofferson was not a person you want to be on the receiving end of a glare from. It was often said she could have stared down a if she wanted to. He gulped again.

"O-of course not, Astrid. Why would you say th-that?" His stomach growled again, all the louder. Astrid sighed, then dropped her glare. "Stay here, I'm grabbing you something to eat. No, don't try to stop me, I'm going." She said, brushing off his feeble attempt to protest. As she stood and left, Hiccup slumped in his seat, sorry to have disappointed Astrid. A hand landed on his shoulder nearly making him jump out of his seat. He laughed once, amazed with Astrid's speed. I knew she was fast, he thought to himself, but I didn't know how fast, apparently.

"Why hello," He started, not yet looking up at her, "I knew you were speedy, but I didn't know just how speedy apparently, aaaaand you're not Astrid."

Jack Overland was looming over him, his hand lightly placed on his shoulder. There was a smile on his face and a laugh on his lips. His really, really soft looking lips. No no, don't think about his lips. Why is he here? Oh gods, please don't let him mention this morning….. Jack laughed lightly, sending less than gentle shivers down Hiccup's spine.

"Hiccup? It's Hiccup, right?" Jack plopped himself down in Astrid's seat, his hand dropping from the freckled teen's shoulder. Hiccup tried not to sigh, but lord knows if he succeeded.

"Yep that's me, Hiccup Haddock. Great name, I know." He pushed up his glasses with the inside of his wrist, then straightened his books, anything to keep his hands busy.

Jack gave a small chuckle. Like, he actually chuckled. "Well, Hiccup Haddock, I just wanted to make sure you're okay. That was one heck of a fall, man. Oh, I'm Jack by the way."

"I know-" Oh crap.

"What was that?"

"Oh, uh, nothing. I'm fine by the way, thank you." Oh, gods oh gods Jack Overland is talking to me, he talking to me oh gods-

"Well, actually, when you tripped, you dropped this. I don't think you realized." He handed him a small leather sketch book. Hiccup felt hope leave his body. That was his, for gods' sake his sketch book with more than a few drawings of Jack, like him smiling, and him with the light in his hair, or that one where he had just colored his eyes and they looked so bright and so alive- "Don't worry, I didn't look. It fell open on one page though, and there was this… I think it was a dragon?" He pushed his hand through his hair almost as if he was... shy? No, that couldn't be. "Anyway, I just wanted to say it was really cool. Sorry I saw it with your permission, though."

"Which one was it?" Wait I didn't mean to say that crap-

"What?" Jack looked up, a surprised look on his face. Surprised but interested. "There's more than one?"

Drat. "Umm, yeah. Listen, it doesn't really matter, I was just wondering which one- "

"No no its okay, seriously, its fine! It was very mysterious, I think there was a name? I tried not to look to hard, but I think it ended with something like -less… "

"Was it Toothless?" He started flipping through his sketch book, he was pretty sure there was only a few pages he wrote the name on, and he wanted to make sure the drawings were okay.

"Yeah, that sounds right. What's it from?"

"Um, actually," He pushed his hair from his face, suddenly embarrassed again. "I, well, I created him. M-Myself, that is." Jack was quiet for a moment. "Yeah, I know, it's a little weird, isn't it- "

"No!" Hiccup looked up, rather surprised. He didn't notice that the sketchbook fell open to a random page. "No, I…" Jack let his sentence trail off a bit. "Uh, well, I just think it's even cooler now that I know you can do something like that."

Hiccup gulped. "L-like what, exactly?" He'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least a bit dreading the answer.

"Just… I don't know, being able to create something so original like that. It's kind of amazing, to be honest." He did one of those laugh/sigh things people do, the one that's an answer or a response. "That's a little weird to so say, huh?"

"What no not at all-"

"Hey, Hiccup! I got you breakfast, hope you like protein b-am I interrupting something here…?" Astrid was back, and with perfect timing. Hiccup looked up at her, not noticing that his sketch book fell open in his hand. "Astrid-" The teacher was suddenly talking, saying time to start class and would every one please return to their seats. Jack glanced at the clock and winced, starting to get up to go back to his seat. As he was leaving he turned back towards Hiccup but kept walking, ending up doing a weird crab like thing that make Hiccup laugh a bit, but he quickly stopped.

"Talk to you later, Hiccup?" Jack gave him a winter-white smile while backing towards his seat. Hiccup realized that Jack was talking to him, with a helpful shove from Astrid.

"Y-yes! Uh, yeah, sure okay that sounds nice, uhm-" Astrid was very subtle with another shove telling him to stop. Jack reached his seat and sat down, greeting some friends. Astrid tapped his shoulder, forcing him back to reality. The teacher was talking about chapter 5.6 or 6.5, Hiccup wasn't listening at all. Jack wanted to talk to him. Later. Later when? Today? Later as in tomorrow? He snapped his sketchbook shut and stuck it in his binder. Another little bump from Astrid and two protein bars dropped on his still-blank page. He nodded his thanks and unwrapped in mindlessly, taking small bites but still not picking up his pencil. Later. He had said later, like it was just some normal thing. Wait a second, calm down. He shook his head slightly and tried to focus on the lesson.

When was later?