Hey everyone! Sorry this took forever~ I was busy, and I kind of forgot about it… oops… But I'm here now! Review time!
G: Thanks! But, if you read HCTGB, you'll see that Val won't always be like, but just you wait my friend, she'll go back to the Valka we know and love!
Hiccstrid4Life: RIGHT! I'm going into Forenic Pysh. Yeah, it's probably going to make you cry, it's going to have more drama than Perfect and HCTGB combined…
So, I own nothing and here you go!
"Alvin, w-we have to go…"
"Stoick, my friend, we just got here! Live a little!"
"No, Alvin, that's Valka! That's the girl who punched me!"
"That's Spitelout's younger sister?" Alvin asked, pointing to the girl he was making eyes at "Dude… she's a twig! How did she give you a black eye?"
"She punched me, we've been over this." Stoick hid his face
"Are you hiding from a girl?" Alvin raised eyebrow at his friend. Never in his life, Gerard 'Stoick' Haddock has never hid from anything.
"You're the one that is making me forget said girl!"
"Wow, she's really hot." Stoick glared and Alvin put his hands up in mock innocence "I'm just saying."
Stoick looked over and saw a guy who looked familiar hand Val a drink. She smiled at him and drank some. She spit out the drink and the guy laughed. Val glared and slammed the glass on the counter.
Val looked over and the two locked eyes. Valka gasped, but couldn't seem to look away.
Alvin slapped Stoick in the arm, and he jumped.
"Dude… just go and talk to her."
"I-I can't… sh-she's with someone."
"Just go, you big pussy."
Stoick rolled his eyes, but walked over to her.
"Val." He said
"Stoick, what are you do here?" Val asked, crossing her arms
"The better question is, what are you doing here. You're the under age one, not me."
"Gobber wanted me to let loose."
"And she needed it!" exclaimed Gobber, throughing his hook hand in the air. Valka moved away from the hook, rolling her eyes.
"Gobber?" whispered Stoick "Oh Gobber! I remember you from high school!"
"That's an impressive eye you've got there Gerard." Stated Gobber, and Valka elbowed Gobber in the gut. He clutched his stomach, glaring at Valka.
"Yeah, Val has an impressive left hook." Stoick winked at Val, and she scoffed, looking anywhere but Stoick. "Hopefully it'll go away before my job interview."
"Ack, it will. Trust me." Said Gobber shrugging
"So, I have Pre-Calcus homework to do so I—" Valka started to walk away, but Stoick pulled her back
"One more dance?" He asked, still pulling her towards the dance floor.
"Oh, Stoick, I-I don't dance."
"Bull! Come on Val!"
They went to the center of the dancefloor. Valka bit her lip as Stoick pulled her close.
"I- don't make me do this…" whispered Valka
"I'm sure you know how to dance…" Stoick whispered back
Valka shook her head "I really don't."
"Don't tell me the sharpest tongue I've ever met doesn't have anything to say right now."
Valka breathed a chuckle "I have the sharpest tongue? How would you know?"
Stoick laughed "You know what I mean." Valka smiled "Come on… dance with me."
Stoick spun her around and held her close.
"Stoick I-" Valka lost her words, the first in her life. She's always known what to say, what to do. But, around Stoick, she's this mess, and she hates the way he makes her feel. "I—I don't know what to say."
"Then don't speak." Stoick whispered, as they swayed around the dancefloor.
This—this can't be right. He's twenty seven and she's seventeen. She should be pushing him away, punching him in the eye (again) and run away screaming. So why is she letting hormones get the best of her.
Valka pushed Stoick away from her. "I-I have to go…" Valka ran off of the dancefloor, straight to Gobber, and dragged him out of the club.
Valka stood at her locker the next day, beyond tired and stressed. Valka leaned her head against the closed locker door and inwardly groaned.
The question is why? Why does Stoick like her? If he likes her, that is. She's not pretty, or smart, or likeable, or girly, she won't put out for anyone, or has a nice body, and she has a little temper... okay a big temper.
She could sit at her locker all day and just name off things that are bad about herself.
The bell rung, silently telling Valka that she was late for class, and she booked it to class.
It's really hard to focus when you really don't give a shit about your country's history, or did it have something to do with the Coral Sea…
Valka's so confused.
Plus, the guy sitting next to her is totally looking at her boobs and it's distracting. Valka sat straighter, and the guy squinted, clearly not liking what he's seeing. Valka cracked her knuckles loudly, but the guy kept staring. Valka slammed her left hook into his nose, clearly breaking it.
"Valka," The history teacher said, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose "Go to Gobber's office…"
"What! He deserved it! He was staring at my boobs!" Cried Valka, blushing as the class tittered
"What boobs?" One guy had the gull to say to Valka Jorgenson
Valka glared "You wanna go pipsqueak?" Valka lunged, but a burly football player picked her up and threw her over his shoulder
"I got her…" His deep, tenor voice said, before walking her out of the class, Valka beating on his back, demanding, loudly, to put her down.
"Are you calm?" The football player said halfway to the office
"When am I ever calm?" Valka asked, crossing her arms to the best of her ability "You can put me down now."
"I'm afraid you might knock me into next Tuesday." He laughed, shoulders shaking Valka
"I only hit people I hate. Or when they piss me off."
"I thought I was in the 'Pissing-off' category."
"Right now I wish you would piss off and let me go to the office alone."
"But, I won't be a gentleman if I let a lady walk to the office alone."
"I'm not a damsel in distress." Pointed out Valka
"Maybe not at first glance. But Valka, you need more help than you think. You never let anyone save you. Have someone save you for a change…"
"I don't need a savior." Whispered Valka, meaning it. She had grown up with Spitelout as her brother. She'd learned from an early age to look for herself, and no one else.
"I think you do…" He whispered
Valka bit her lip, deciding to change the topic "I never caught your name…" Valka pointed out
"I'm Jaret,"
"It's nice to meet you Jaret," Valka said as he stopped in front of the office. Jaret set Valka on her feet and smiled at her
"You okay now?"
"I'm calm, if that's what you mean." Smiled Valka "I'll catch you later?" She asked
"Of course…"
Valka walked to the office door when Jaret's voice stopped her "Don't get into any more fights okay."
Valka turned her head and smirked "I don't think I can promise that." She stepped into the office, and Eve looked up, frowning "Valka, another fight?"
"You know it." Smirked Valka
"You know what to do…"
Stoick rolled his eyes at Spitelout's rambling.
"And then this—" His Nokia 2110 rang, making him jump. "Hello?" he asked, then listened to the other line "Really. Mom, why can't you pick her up… she's not my reasonability… you created her… fine, but you owe me… yeah, how long is she suspended for? Just until Monday, okay. Yeah, I'll be there in a bit… love you to. Bye." Spitelout hung up and looked at Stoick "I have to pick up the trouble maker… wanna come?"
Stoick smiled "Sure… this'll be fun…"