A/N: This chapter is where you'll get the gist of one of the center conflicts. This is where the HiJack love story really begins. Please enjoy and leave reviews. Maybe even PM. Oh, and heads up, I'll also be posting a preview on my Sinbad!au. I thought since I won't be starting on most of these ideas anytime soon, I could at least give previews. So when I open my manage stories I'll be like 'Oh, I can't wait to start on this. Gotta finish the others fast.' But man, stuck on a detour, Writer's block. Sucks.

A PRIZE NOT WON

Some Prizes are won, but Rewards are earned

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An Old Enemy

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Jack was in his last period, homeroom, right now, still thinking about what just happened with that Haddock kid. Okay, maybe he wasn't really a kid anymore. The punk had to grudgingly admit it, it was puberty gone right. Hiccup may still be shorter than he was, but he wasn't a smallfry anymore.

He couldn't understand one thing though. On his freshmen year, Hiccup always cowered and avoided running into them as much as possible. At his sophomore year, he was mostly irritated whenever they picked on him. But there was still that fear in his eyes whenever Jack came close. Now...

Well, honestly, NOW, Jack didn't have a clue.

Jack finally snapped out of his thoughts when the bell rung loudly, signaling the end of classes for the day. The Frostbites waited on his side, giving Jack a look. The Punk raised a brow at them.

"What're you guys starin' at?"

Ruffnut rolled her eyes. "Uh, you? You're more spacey than usual." she pointed out.

"Yeah, what up with that?" Ruffnut followed questioned. "you didn't join in when we were spitting paper wads behind Mr. Kangaroomund's back. And what's with the ice bag?"

Before Jack could use the story the Nurse thought up, of him trying to play hooky, for an cover so he wouldn't have to go into details of the incident with Hiccup, said Kangaroomund called for Jack and was shooing the Frostbites out.

Snoutlout snorted. "What did you do this time?" he teased.

"I-I didn't do nothin' yet," Jack scowled, shoulder slouched. The Frostbites laughed, heading out. Jack grunted as he proceeded to the teacher's desk grudgingly. "What, damn it?"

The Teacher was looking through some papers, unfazed. "Watch your language, Mr. Overland." he said. "Just remember who can keep you here or throw you in detention."

"Sorry. What. Is. It. Mr. Kangaroomund?" Jack grunted at each word. Sure, he was used to detention. But it was too early, the year just started.

"It's Mr. Bunnymund to you," the teacher glared. "how you and my son, Aster, ever even became friends is a mystery, all right."

"We're not friends no more, so you can stop making an issue out of it." Jack sighed. "is that all?"

Mr. Bunnymund sighed. "No, it's not. Mr. Overland, how old are you now?"

"Huh?" Jack raised a brow. "Um, seventeen and a half. I'm eighteen this winter."

"And what year are you now?"

"Okay, what is this, a pop quiz?" Jack snorted. Mr. Bunnymund looked at him, waiting. "All right, all right, I'll freakin' play along. I'm in my Senior year, sir. You would know, I'm in your Physics IV class..."

Mr. Bunnymund snapped his fingers. "Exactly. So you better shape up this year, if you want to graduate and not just take summer class then graduate. Or worse, repeat a year." he shuddered the idea. Jack looked bored. "See, showpony, I know you still got a brain in that thick head o' yours. How else could you still manage a 'B' in the exams without putting much effort in it?"

Jack flinched. "Uhh, by cheating?"

Mr. Bunnymund narrowed his eyes, and Jack can read his mind. I'm not buying that. Jack swallowed. It's true, every exam period, he and his Frostbites are always forced to the corners of the rooms, every bag kept in the Front of the class, cellphones surrendered the whole time, pockets emptied, pencils or pen the only thing allowed to have aside from exam papers... And whenever the rest ask how he got a good grade, Jack either says he was lucky or claims he had ways on still being able to cheat. It won't do if they actually thought a punk was smart enough to get a good grade. Jack didn't get it. He knew most the answers, so why didn't he just purposely write down the wrong answer? But deep down he knew, he hated High School, and the idea of having to go through it for more than four years because he kept repeating was something he didn't fancy. Actually, he only took those damn summer class to build up this image.

"Let me cut straight to the point," Mr. Bunnymund dropped the question. "I know you're still weak in physics no matter what you do, probably even if you put in the works."

Jack shrugged. That's true, he hated physics. It didn't help that Mr. Bunnymund handled that class, either. In fact, it was the only summer class he really had to attend.

"And I really don't want to be the only reason you couldn't graduate along with the rest of the seniors," Mr. Bunnymund continued. "So here's the idea. I'm putting you up to Peer tutoring with Mr. Haddock."

Jack widened his eyes, letting that sink in. "What the f-he's not even a Senior!"

"He's smarter than all you seniors put together, actually." Mr. Bunnymund eyed him weirdly and confusedly. "that being said, he started taking advance classes. So by the time he's a Senior himself, his classes are a handful left. Physics IV is one of his advance classes. Didn't you see him earlier at third period? Then again, you were kinda daydreaming..."

Jack groaned. "You can't be serious..."

"Unlike you, Overland, I take things seriously." Mr. Bunnymund deadpanned. "and if you even try to weasle yourself out of this and skip these tutorings, well, I'll just have to tutor you myself then! At least if it's with Mr. Haddock, you can study at home or in some smoothie hang out you kids go to nowadays."

It didn't seem like this was Jack's year.

~o~

Jack trudged across the now empty hallways... Until he came across his Frostbites messing with a blond freshmen girl. A blond he was familiar with... Oh, great...

"Aww, did your oldew bwoder fowget about you?"

Sophie had little tears in her eyes as Ruffnut was pulling on her hair lightly. "J-Jamie... Jamie's just... finishing his library duty... he's... he's coming..."

"Then maybe we should wait with her, eh?" Snoutlout smirked. "then we can beat the shit out of Bennette bro, too and take his pocket money."

Before things can get more out of hand, Jack stepped in, looking nonchalant and trying to be subtle in getting Sophie out of this. "Yo guys, leave the Bennettes to me." he placed a hand over Sophie's hand. The girl flinched. "I got a score to settle with 'em."

Ruffnut raised a brow. "Why is it everytime you settle things with them, we can't stay and-" she trailed off.

"Cause I'm giving you the better idea. The smoothie place got a discount on their house special, heard a sophomore's planning to treat her buddies there." he shooed them away. "go and take advantage of her treat."

They read between the lines, and left the scene. Jack sighed and faced the blond.

"Gods, Sophie, you should be careful." he scowled. "what woulda happened if I hadn't showed up then?"

Sophie rubbed her eyes, sobbing.

"Aw man, don't tell me they already tried something on you." Jack grunted. "it would be tough getting back on them for you without it seeming suspicous."

Sophie sniffled. "It's not that, Jackson... I... Miss you coming over... Jamie does too, but he won't admit it." she sobbed. Jack flinched. "Why... why aren't you hanging around anymore?"

Jack dugged his fist into his pockets, looking away. "Where the damn is Jamie, anyway?" he grunted, changing the subject. "so irresponsible of that punk to leave you hanging on your first day of High school."

"Look who's calling who a punk."

Jack yelped, turning around and he sees Jamie.

Jamie walked closer, standing directly in front of Jack. "This isn't like you, Jack." he said.

"How do fuck do you know what I'm like?" Jack hissed.

"Because we damn grew up together, and you know it." Jamie scowled. "And I know I asked you this a long way before, but I'm asking again now. What happened to you?"

Jack didn't look at Jamie in the eyes as he spoke. "Shit happened." he muttered, walking off. "Better get home, you guys. Before anyone else pick on Sophie,"

"Right. Thanks for sticking up for her," Jamie deadpanned.

Jack grunted. "I don't know what you're talking about."

~o~

Jack made his way to his bike (motorcycle), and he mounted on it. He was about to ignition, when he looked to his left and saw a very familiar Night black car.

"Huh?" Jack squinted his eyes as he tried to recall. "but... isn't that...?" Suddenly, he heard voices that seemed like they were coming from the other side of the car. And it sounded like the voices were arguing.

"Henry, please, just let me explain."

Jack raised a brow. The voice sounded eloquent, fancy accented, but most of all, very... very familiar...

He could hear Hiccup making an exasperated growl. "Peter Black, you're gonna make me miss my bus!"

Jack widened his eyes and felt like he was punched right in the gut. Pitch Black?!

~o~

Henry grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning against Peter's car. "Fine, fine." he conceded. "you got five minutes, then I'm calling my dad a minute longer."

"Henry, baby," Peter held on of the brunette's hand. "please just give me another chance, I'll make it up to you."

Henry face-palmed with his free hand. He stared at the skies exasperatedly, as if asking why someone up there hated him. "Do not call me baby," he deadpanned. "for the last time, Peter, we were never a thing. And we'll never be a thing. Those times you want to call dates... Yeah, only you called it that,"

"You enjoyed them,"

Hiccup narrowed his eyes. "I was being polite." he said. "You're being too forceful, as always. Please. Just... Go back to Berk Academy, and leave me alone." he walked passed him, pulling his hand free away when Peter turned around quick and grabbed it again. "Peter, I'm getting angry." he glared at the ravenette.

"Please Henry," Peter begun slowly, but his voice was tight. He was losing his patience as well, "I only forced myself on you cause I want you to understand how much I love you."

Henry took his hand away, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in annoyance. "You nearly raped me!" he spat. "You can't love me if you can't even wait for m-"

Peter pulled him to a kiss. Henry retaliated quickly, kneeing the older boy at the groin and slapping him across the face. Peter looked furious, and for a second fear flashed before Henry's eyes. Before Peter could try anything again, however, he was pushed away and knocked to the ground.

"What the-?! Who-?" Peter blinked up, widening his eyes. A white-haired teen steps beside a gawking Henry, and the said teen smirked as he threw an arm around the brunette. "Who the hell are you?!"

~o~

The white-haired punk laughed. "Jack Frost, but you probably know me as the kid you drowned in a frozen lake years ago." he smirked. "but news flash, I'm not that kind of kid no more, Pitch."

"Huh?" Hiccup blinked. "you guys know each other?"

Pitch gaped, before settling on a glare. "Jackson Overland? Really?" he scoffed. "well, I was right, you really would turn out to be a dick. I bet you make a mess anywhere you go?"

Jack's fist balled up, he dropped his arm from Hiccup's shoulder, and stepped over Peter, who stood up. They stared each other down. "Look who's talkin'... You know, I don't think I paid you back for what you did years ago yet." Jack sneered.

"Hah," Pitch snorted. "I bet you can't pay that much."

"I'll take that bet!" Jack pulled his arm back.

Pitch prepared to intercept.

Hiccup groaned. "Okay this has gone far enough," he grabbed Jack's arm and pulled him away. "Peter, get the hell out of here. You're the one making trouble, not him,"

Jack looked at Hiccup in some kind of wonder.

"You-" Pitch's face was in a hard scowl. "don't tell me you guys are going out... You could do so much better,"

Hiccup rolled his eyes. "No, we're not dating. I'm just gonna be tutoring him this semester. And better doesn't mean you. So if you believe that, then go take a hike," he shot back. "It's more than five minutes."

"Ohh, ouch." Jack snickered. "you got burned,"

Hiccup smacked Jack's shoulder. "You. Shut up,"

Pitch grumbled, opening the door to his car. "This isn't over," he sneered, and glared at Jack. "you better keep your distance."

Jack grinned mockingly, putting his arm around Hiccup again, who looked at Jack with narrowed eyes. "Yeah? Who's gonna make me?" he taunted.

Pitch grumbled, slamming the door shut and driving out. When the car was out of sight, Hiccup made Jack drop his arm.

"Just so you know," he said matter-o-factly. "I'm not about to let you use me as a way to get back on him, so don't even think about it."

Hiccup walked off to catch his bus, leaving Jack grinning like a kid on Christmas day.

"Too late."

A/N: No, there's no JackXJamie love thing or even JackXSophie love thing. By 'missing him' it really is just missing the times they were friends. Yes this is one of those 'Using you to get revenge first then realizing I love you and I'm sorry for being an idiot' thing. Don't worry, I won't make it too dramatic. Can't stand Hiccup being angry at Jack for long. Hard for me.