Well it's nice to know I managed to get a lurker to review. Brightens up my night a little bit more…
Uh, yeah, the tumblr thing I'm basing this off was a lot less fluffy… I just feel more comfortable starting with fluff I guess…
Now to start the second chapter of this weirdness…
Frost High
Chapter Two- Heading Home
"What was that one girl's name, Heather?" Jack asked Thianna as they walked together out of the building. Both of them had sopping wet heads- having each gone to use the pool during the after-school period. It was always open, so why not use it? Thianna was the only girl Jack knew that didn't mind having her hair and face wet- mostly because she never wore make-up, she didn't need to, she was flawless without it. Her utter lack of being like every other girl was one of the things Jack loved about her.
"Frigid bitch, but she sure is one hot piece of ass," Jack said, grinning to himself. Thianna laughed and shoved him into a locker.
"You're such a perv," she chuckled, "So who else were you checking out while we were in the pool?"
"Well, that guy… Um… Keith I think it is… He's got really nice legs…" Jack said, pointing into the air to emphasize his point. Thianna giggled again.
Putting her hands on her hips, she asked cheekily, "Well which is it with you Jack? Boys or girls?"
Smirking, Jack replied with one word.
"Dogs."
He then ran as Thianna chased him through the hall. She kept shouting that he was a sick freak, but he just laughed and spun around a corner. But instead of running off, he hid and waited. Once she rounded after him, Jack jumped at her, shrieking "Boo!".
"Oh Jack, you're so mean!" she spat, slapping his arm angrily. She wasn't going to mention the fact that he actually had got a scream of fear from her.
As they went back to waltzing down the halls, she looked at Jack's feet and made a comment, "You know Jack, you really should be wearing shoes. Do you know what sort of diseases you can pick up with your feet?"
"Meh. Whatevs," Jack said, carelessly swinging his sneakers in his left hand as he walked.
"Oh, you're picture day's tomorrow isn't it? Whatcha planning on wearing?" Thianna asked, looking hopeful.
Jack sighed, "I dunno. Probably just my favorite blue hoodie and my old brown skinnies…"
"Always the one to dress to impress aren'tcha Jackie?" she teased, waggling a disapproving finger at her friend, "You gonna wear shoes?"
Looking down at his bare feet, curling his toes in a little, Jack muttered, "Maybe. Depends if I feel like it…" Thianna just sighed and continued walking with him.
"Ya' know Ti," Jack suddenly started up after a while of silence. His bright purple eyed friend looked to him expectantly, but Jack felt his voice fade when he saw a familiar tall dark figure step out of a room ahead to lock the door behind it.
His feet felt like they were sweating as all of his momentum was lost. His cheeks went red and he just stared dumbly at his new teacher. Thianna was trying to get his attention.
"Jack?" she spoke. The instant she said the name, the tall man turned his head of slick black hair in their direction and Jack's breath hitched in his throat out of sheer terror. Pitch Black sent him a friendly smile, but Jack couldn't find the courage to return it. Thianna, meanwhile, had figured out what was going on, and she was currently grinning devilishly at Jack to his right.
"Have a nice night, Jack," Mister Black said from his door.
Visibly flinching, Jack quickly stammered, "Y-you t-t-too!" He lifted his hand meekly and attempted a little wave, which only ended up as a pathetic little hand twitching. Mister Black's grin simply lifted to the left in a smirk before he turned and walked off.
Once he was out of sight, and hopefully ear-shot, Jack turned to Thianna, who was still wearing that evil grin. "Sh-shut up," he spit out, trying to slow his heartbeat.
"I don't think I said anything, Jackie," she snickered, "I'm just a little surprised. I didn't expect that you were into such older men. That's Mister Black I take it?" Jack only nodded, trying not to look at her. This was the last way he wanted to tell Tia. He had hoped he wouldn't have to confess this little crush to her. But now that she'd found out, well, let's just say Jack wanted to forget that it had happened.
After a good thirty minutes of teasing on their trip home, Thianna finally had to part with Jack. His blush had finally died by this point- now all he was saying was that he'd get back at her.
Pushing open his front door, Jack called out, "I'm hoooooooome!"
His adopted father Kris North Frost hopped into the hall to give him an immense hug. Though they had no relation whatsoever, enough people told them that with their baby blue eyes and matching white hair and dark eyebrows they looked like they could be father and son. Jack supposedly had some condition that caused him to lose all the pigmentation in his normally brown hair, whereas Kris was just old, but his early white hair was okay. Girls said it looked really hot on him. He couldn't remember when his hair was brown; he only saw pictures from when Kris first adopted him.
"Jack, precious, I made another masterpiece!" Kris said emphatically spreading his arms. Kris was a designer, but what he designed was children's toys. Jack had always had the privilege of being the first one to test out his ideas before he would patent them and sell them. A benefit of being adopted by a toy-maker- you get ALL the cool toys.
Kris took him into his office and showed him a strange toy that looked oddly like a jellyfish until it started fluttering around the room. He stared in amazement and when he reached out to touch it, the jellyfish spluttered, twitched like mad, and latched itself onto his arm. Immediately he smiled and laughed as he tried to get it off. These attempts only served to make it latch onto both his arms.
"Haha, they'll love it! It's fantastic!" he said between chuckles. Kris took the toy off his son and smiled happily before ruffling his hair lovingly.
"I will make dinner now. Go do homework," he said with his thick Russian accent. Jack smiled and went to his room to look over whatever he might've had that could be considered homework.
