I should be studying. Sorry not sorry. I need an escape from the world. So, hello internet friends! Make me feel better. Anyways, I absolutely love this chapter. Tell me if you like it, too!

I WILL UPDATE TIME TO GO AS SOON AS I GET INSPIRATION. I'M SO SORRY MY FRIENDS. SAD FACE.

Ah-hem. Got that out of the way. On with the story!

Who loves music? Everybody. And if you don't there is something seriously wrong with you.

Well, I guess we're all a little crazy.

Chapter 2: Million and One

The bell that signals the beginning of lunch fills the empty halls of my high school. Kids pile out of their classes, eager to go talk to their friends and eat their food.

Except for me, of course.

I have no friends, or food. But, that doesn't mean I don't look forward to lunch. Lunch is my free time. Literally.

I bolt to the band room that was a few hallways down. I didn't pay attention to anybody else as I pushed open the heavy door that read "Band Room".

Mrs. Tooth, (yes, that was her real name) looked up at the sight of me. "Oh, Hiccup!" She exclaimed. "You're class doesn't start until another two hours. Practice again, I suppose?"

I nodded.

Mrs. Tooth was probably the only sane person in my life at the moment, even though at the sight of her, you would have thought she was the craziest person alive.

With her aqua, yellow and purple dyed hair, her bright, sparkly eye shadow, and her clothes covered in different covered feathers, she looked like a little girl who had gotten into her mother's make up.

But, she was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Because she let me practice the cello during lunch, and she let me play in the school orchestra, even though I couldn't pay the admission fee.

Connected to the band room was the auditorium. Along the back wall, all of the orchestra instruments were carefully placed. I went straight for the cello, one of the biggest of all of the instruments, and carefully as possible, dragged it up the stage, and sat in the lone chair that was center stage.

Nobody used the auditorium except for the school plays and choir and band concerts. The house, or where the people would sit, was completely black. The only source of light was the stage that was lit up.

I took a deep breath as I positioned the cello against my body, and I let my bow hover over the strings, wondering what I should play. Finally, I just decided to improvise.

I started to play.

I played whatever came to mind. I fingered the strings and let my bow glide across them, making the most beautiful sound. I closed my eyes, as I thought of a spring time meadow, with vibrant colors and the overall feeling of freedom. I played a happier note, feeling the happiness flood through me as I thought up a fantasy.

Then, I went to fall. The smell of dirt and the sight of beautiful colored leaves falling around me. It made me slightly sad, yet excited. I played a lower note, yet I made it fast and quick pace.

Then, I imagined winter. I imagined the light snow falling silently onto the ground, as Christmas carols were being sung in the distance. There were Christmas lights strung, yet I couldn't feel the harsh cold. All I could feel was peacefulness the snow and light music brought me. I played a more soft, and peaceful note, with a slow tempo.

I then turned to summer, the warmth of the sun and life all around me. I fed off of the fake energy, playing a high, happy note, yet making it a very quick tempo, sensing the excitement that summer was here.

I played like this. Taking inspiration from happier memories of my life. I imagined anything and everything, and I finished off the piece with a slow tempo, yet happy note. As if the perfect ending to the perfect day.

I let the silence fill the room, as I soaked up the last note, still lingering in the air. But, as soon as the note ended, so did my happiness. I tried to remember the warmth of the sun, and the peacefulness of the snow, but suddenly I was startled so much, I dropped my bow and the cello almost crashed to floor if I had not caught it in time.

Someone was clapping. Someone was clapping for me.

The entire auditorium was dark except for the stage, so I had to squint to see the person. And when they finally emerged from the darkness of the house, my jaw dropped.

The person, who was still clapping may I remind you, was Jack Frost. The Jack Frost. The richest, most popular boy in the entire school. Was clapping. For me.

I was stunned. Absolutely stunned.

His snow white hair glistened as the lights of the stage reflected off of it. Those icy blue eyes looked right at me, never leaving me. His skin sparked, just like his hair and eyes did. It looked like a million different snowflakes sparkling in the morning, as the sun was just about to come up. He was skinny, but not like me skinny, healthy skinny. He had muscles that flexed as he walked closer and closer towards me. I felt my mouth go dry as each one flexed. I was wondering if he did that on purpose.

He was wearing dark blue skinny jeans, a football shirt with a leather jacket over it, and black converse high tops. But, nothing like mine. They look new, as if they just came out of the box at that very second.

I felt my heart stop as he flashed a beautiful smile at me, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth.

Everything about him was perfect. Everything. Down to how perfect his dark eyebrows were, to how perfect his nose was. Everything was downright perfect.

Jack had walked up the stairs to the stage, and just stood there in front of me, looking amazed.

Yeah, of how amazed how much of a dork I am. I though to myself.

"Wow," He said. "Well, aren't you something."

I snapped out of my trace at that moment. He was looking me in the eye, he was paying attention to me, he was talking to me, looking at me. It made me feel uncomfortable. I dropped my gaze, my face burring red of embarrassment. I picked up my fallen bow.

"Um, yeah, ah, thanks." I mumbled.

"What is this, a big violin?" Jack asked, gesturing to my cello. I ran my fingers over the strings in a calming motion, trying to calm myself down. "Um, no, it's ah, it's a cello."

"A cello?" He repeated.

I just nodded, playing with the hem of my shirt, looking at my beat up shoes.

"How long have you been plain the cello?" He asked, in a mocking tone. My face burned red. He was making fun of me. I should have checked the auditorium before I started practicing. Stupid, Hiccup. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"A long time," I said. I decided to look up at him, stop hiding behind the cello, stop being a coward. Big mistake. My mouth became even drier and my heart rate quickened as my eyes met his beautiful icy blue ones.

He swallowed, studying me. I wanted to look at my shoes again, but I didn't have enough will power to tear my gaze away from his beautiful face.

"Hey! I know you." Jack said, his eyes wide and full of excitement. "You're the little freshie Andrew threw Coke at!" Then, his face darkened. "Sorry about that, by the way."

"Yeah, I'm that kid." I said, getting a mixture of anger and nervousness washed over me. I stood up from my plastic chair on shaky legs, and tried to confidently walk over, placed my cello in the appropriate place, and then walk out. But, things did not go as plan.

As I tried to stand up from my chair, I tripped over my own two feet, and I was going to land face first on the hard wooden stage, my cello currently leaning against the chair, if Jack hadn't wrapped his strong hands around my upper arms, steadying me.

His long, beautiful, sparking hands rested on my upper arms, and although his skin looked liked snow, his touch was warm and comforting.

But, I hated to be touched. Because the only contact I ever got was a swift smack across the face. I tensed and drew back my arms, my face burning red, hotter than the sun.

"Thanks," I said, pressing my arms closer to my body.

"No problem." He mumbled. He studied my position, and rested his hands on his hips, muttering a quick "Sorry".

"I've never heard anyone like you play before. All I've ever heard is my girlfriend Samantha trying to play the violin or whatever."

"I thought Samantha played the flute." I said. I knew Samantha, and man does she hate me. She always makes fun of me for my size, and the fact that "such a little kid can play such a big instrument". Her dark eyes are always watching me during band class, since I'm the only cellist, and we have six other people playing the flute.

"Flute, violin, whatever. All I know is that it sounds awful." Jack said, "But, don't tell her I said that."

I laughed a little, giving him a little bit of a smile, but then I remembered what I was doing and immediately stopped. No smiling. No laughing.

I turned on my heel and placed my cello and its bow in the appropriate place.

"Where did you learn how to play like that?" Jack asked as I turned around to retrieve my dark green, worn out backpack from the bottom of the stage.

I shrugged. "I just practice a lot, I guess."

I turned around to face Jack after I had slide my backpack on my shoulders. He was staring at me, and it made me feel self-conscious.

"What's your name?" Jack asked, again those icy blue eyes studying every inch of me. I shuffled my feet awkwardly.

"Um...it's Hiccup." I said.

"Your name is Hiccup?" Jack said, in a are-you-kidding-me sort of way. My heart fluttered as he said my name. Almost like when your crush has said hi to you in the halls. That kind of fluttering.

Although,I hated my name. It stood out like a black marble in a jar of white ones.

I nodded, looking at the floor.

"Well then, Hiccup." Jack said, standing up straighter, "My name is Jack."

"I know who you are." I said, peeking up at him through my bangs.

"Great, now I can skip the introduction." Jack said, resting a hand on his other arm and rolling his eyes. "Why aren't you at lunch?"

"So, I can practice in here." I said, pushing past him, making a break for the door. He was asking too many questions, and if he asked the right ones, he might unearth my secret. And that can never happen.

"Wait, where are you going?" Jack asked, following me outside of the auditorium. To be honest, I didn't have any place to go. I wanted to stay and keep playing, but I didn't want to have an audience. Playing in front of people is like reading a book and someone is there reading it over your shoulder. You can't get into because they are there.

"Um..." I searched my mind for a place to go, some place someone like Jack wouldn't want to go. "The library."

"Ug, I hate the library. I mean, I like to read, but there are so many annoying girls there, always trying to get my number.."

"Oh, well isn't that just tragic." I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I would love for someone to pay even a portion of how much attention Jack gets.

Then, a thought struck me. "Why were you in the auditorium?" I asked, shyly. I was still a little shocked that Jack Frost was willing to have a conversation with me.

"Oh! Well, my girlfriend Samantha asked me to go grab her violin-"

"Flute." I corrected automatically.

Jack smirked at me, and then said, "Yeah, flute, whatever. So, I went in to go get it, but I have no idea which one it is, and I heard you playing."

"Shouldn't you probably go get her flute, then?" I asked.

Jack's eyes suddenly had hints of sadness in them, but after he swallowed and blinked, he put a smile on his face. "Yeah, I probably should. Could you help me find it?"

"Um..." I hesitated. What if he asked more questions? I mean, I was just helping him. It can't be so bad. Especially since I know where and what every instrument is.

"Ok."

Jack's eyes brightened. He followed me back into the auditorium. I searched through the instruments, trying to find the flute that had Samantha written on the case.

"Ooo, what's this?" Jack asked, pointing to a large, gold instrument.

"That's a tuba." I said, going back to my search of finding Samantha's flute.

"That's like a cello, right?" Jack asked.

I smiled a little bit, then shook my head. "No, not really."

"Oh." Jack sighed. "What about this? What's that?"

"That's a trumpet." I said.

"Is that like a flute?"

"Um...not really, no."

"Cello?"

"Uh...no."

"This stuff is confusing." Jack said, stepping back, looking at al the instruments. Finally, I found the medium size box with Samantha written in silver letters.

"Here you go." I said, handing Jack the flute.

"Oh! Thanks!" Jack said. He opened up the case and gazed down at the flute. "So, that's a flute."

"Correct." I said, heading out the door. This conversation had lasted long enough. I can barely hold a conversation with someone for two minutes, and yes, I was having trouble at the beginning, but how can I effortlessly hold this conversation with Jack? I guess it was something about him that drew people to him. Yeah, that's got to it.

"What's your next class?" Jack asked, flawlessly catching up to me. His long legs made him almost graceful as he walked. He was a foot and a half taller than me. Ug, I hate being short. In public, people tend to talk down to me because they think I'm a third grader. It's extremely annoying.

"Engineering." I said. I had memorized my schedule the first week of school, and between art and engineering, they were the only things that really kept me happy...and busy.

"Whoa, really? You take engineering?" His eyes were wide and curious.

I nodded. I sat down at a nearby bench in the hallway we were walking in. I pulled out my Calculous textbook, going to study for the chapter test we had tomorrow.

"Holy crap, Calculous? I thought you were a freshman!"

"I am." I said, shrugging.

"Dang, you are smart! How do you have time for all this? How do you not crumple under the pressure?" He asked, sitting down next to me. But, he was close. Too close.

I scooted away from him, and shrugged. "Just don't, I guess."

He leaned back, a smirk on his face as he studied me even more with those beautiful, icy blue eyes. "You really are something."

My face burned bright red probably the millionth time during this conversation, flattered by his compliments. I never get compliments. Only insults.

The bell that signaled the end of the lunch period startled me, although Jack just stayed in his relaxed state. I looked at him curiously as I shoved my textbook in my backpack. He just shrugged, looking at his nails.

"I'm a Junior. I get off periods because I already got credit for whatever class I'm suppose to take."

I gave him a half smile as I threw my backpack over my shoulder, hurrying so I wouldn't be late. "Bye, Jack." I mumbled over my shoulder.

Kids were starting to fill the halls, chattering and putting their lunch boxes away.

"BYE HICCUP!" Jack shouted. Everyone turned curiously to Jack and then to me, my face burning red, again.

Make that a million and one.