Hello everyone again. Here is chapter 3 and working on chapter 4 in between my college work. i do not own Rise of the Guardians. Please read and review if you can. Let me know is it good, bad, needs, work, and maybe even what you might want to see. I have a lot of ideas of where this is going but i have open ears (or inbox) to all. I just ask please no harsh flames but critique is welcome. Enjoy your reading! Updated Grammar.


Chapter 3 Teases, Blushes, and OPPPS

Jack's bare feet drag along the dirt road, dark shoes swing in pale hands as shoulders and head sags forward. Eyes watch each foot moving slowly in front of the other to the next destination in no hurry. Brown pants pulled over lean legs and pale oversized yellow shirt dulled in dust from work. Jack's mind thinking back to the day's events deliveries, restocking, customers, and helping Sandy, with his cheeky personality, around the store since before daybreak.

Jack runs a pale hand through his white hair as a sigh escapes through thin lips. What a day! Runs through his mind, body sore for the labor Sandy put his thin frame through. I only asked a simple question.

"Soooo….Sandy," Jack says from the top of a ladder where he is stocking tea tins, one bare foot sitting two rungs above the other. He folds his arms leaning more into the ladder, what may not be comfortable but this is Jack, as he looks to Sandy. Sandy turns from setting our potatoes for the coming day of the residents will come looking for products for the days meals. He looks to Jack waiting for him to say more.

"What was with the man, yesterday, I saw after church come to your store?" Jack smirks at while Sandy rolls his eyes at the young man perched up on the ladder.

"Well are you not the little gossip like a little old lady," Sandy returns at the ballsy boy as he watches Jack turn around and slide down the ladder.

Jack lands lightly on his feet like a snowflake lightly kissing a person's rosy cheek. Sandy claps his hands in approval while simultaneously shaking his head at the antics of the boy. Jack bows and flexes none existent muscles like for a large crowd.

"Show off," Sandy signs as the boy make his way to the counter; he takes a seat on a stool. Jack turns to look at his older friend, "Anyways, you know how I am Sandy. Gotta get an idea on my new victim who won't know what hit him."

"I would like to see you play your pranks on the new addition to our town." Sandy moves over to stand near Jack, so that he can easily see his hands moving.

"Come on Sandy you have to give me something on this new guy. So what is up with him? Any fears, quirks, and any dirt you can give me?" Jack gives him sad puppy dog eyes while sticking his bottom lip out like a self-indulgent child.

Sandy lets out a huff before telling Jack, "He is an old friend. Well really not old as he is over a decade younger than me, but I knew him when he was about your age. He had just come to the united States as an exchange student."

Jack whistles, "So a foreign man like North huh?" His eyes shift around now not meeting Sandy's own golden eyes.

Sandy tilts his head to the right watching Jack try to act cool and collected. Wait a minute is that a slight blush. Sandy grins evilly getting Jack's attention with a hand on his shoulder.

"What has you so curious about the new guy?" He pays attention as Jack's blush deepens to reach his ear.

"What, is it a crime to ask a few questions when we have not had anyone new move here since you and North?" Jack huffs out crossing his arms looking like a kid who was just told no. "I just wanted to think up a Jack special for him."

Sandy smirks, eye alight with teasing. "Jack special? You have not done one of those since North first got here and that was after you got to know him personally. What makes my friend so special when you only saw him from a distance?" He wags his eyebrows at Jack.

"Wwwwwha…Who…..It is not like that at all Sandy, Get your mind out of the gutter." Jack flushes so much his whole face, ear, and down his neck is a bright red. Jack is trying to fight the heat of his blush down as he watches Sandy bend at the waist laughing like a hyena.

Jack watches Sandy in a fit of hysterics and does not look like he is stopping. Jack groans out while mumbling, "I have deliveries I need to get started on."

Mirth still racking his body Sandy taps the bell on the counter for Jack's attention. Jack turns his head to look at Sandy over his shoulder.

"If you see your foreign man make sure to smile big and not stutter like a school girl Jack." Sandy starts a new round of laughter again at the abashed look on Jacks face.

"Shut up you old fart!" Jack scowls while leaving to the back of the store, his feet just a little heavier on the ground.

Damn bastard. Jack silently curses the cheeky short man. His flush returns with vengeance at the implication of his friends words. So what if the man was hot. Especially what I could see of his back and when he was standing arms crossed in the doors shadows, watching the driver scurry like a rat. Wonder if his arms really are as muscled up close.

Jack stumbles before lifting his free hand to his head groaning. He stops and looks around to see if there were any witnesses to his weak moment. Seeing no one, he takes in his surroundings, he sees the small building with a bell at the top that rings for the kids to be in class. Apparently during his musings he had made it to his next destination and job of the school. At least I can be alone here, he thinks to himself as the regular small town teacher and his family has left for the city and will not be back until next week.

Jack sits on the steps of the school replacing his shoes on his feet before standing and dusting himself off. Well time to get this done and get home. No more thinking about the new meat in town. Jack shakes his head humming a song he last sung in church to keep his mind from straying in that direction again.

He moves to the storage closet just inside the door, removing the bucket. He takes it outside to the pump, getting some cool well water to scrub the floors. Returning to the closet he retrieves the mop. With the fresh water he moves down to where he had left off the cleaning on Saturday, laying the mop against the wall.

He grabs the bucket with both hands swinging back before throwing the water in front of him. His eyes widen as he sees the water leaving the bucket, and fly through the air hitting the person coming around the corner, cutting off the words leaving that man's mouth of "Hey what are you-"

Frozen and blue eyes large Jack eyes sweep over the now half drenched body in front of him. Black wet pants, clinging to thick muscled thighs and grey tweed jacket dripping with soft pings on the ground. Jack gulps closing his eyes at the sinful sights the water has caused the body in front of him to look.

"You ruined my clothes your drongo!" Blue eyes burst open and jumps to meet fierce green framed by a chiseled face. Jack's heart skips a beat that he tries to pass off as fear of death and not by the sight of the eyes as green as spring grass and the face pulled into a scowl but still looking hot if not hotter. Jack reminds himself that this is the only facial expression he has seen.

"Are you a deadhead or something?" Aster lets out in a gruff voice while shucking his jacket to reveal the green shirt underneath matching the eyes.

Jack breaths through his nose; picking up the slight hint of musk and grass. Both the scent of the man and his voice sending thrills down his spine. He shakes his head to clear the fog, "Deadhead?"

"Aw cricky, that is going to smell now," Aster says taking in his drenched jacket. He looks to Jack eyes racking over the thin face and legs that must have a thin torso under the shirt that looks like it would fit a man four times his size. Not too bad, if he wore clothes that fit he would be ace. "Yes kid, deadhead. It means stupid, idiot, and moron."

Jack's mind slam back into reality eyes flashing like sun on ice. "Are you calling me stupid? That is rich coming from a stupid kangaroo."

"What did you just call me you little brat? Do I look like an animal, much less a roo?" Aster face scrunches in irrigation, eyes blazing with furry.

Jack grins, "Well if the shoe fits!" Man you have went and done it now. Piss off the hot guy and make him hate you. Though his anger is just…. Jack shakes his head mentally at the thought eyes still locked with the furious insulted man in front of him. He watches as the man's lips move before he recognizes the deep voice is talking to him and he is staring at his lips.

"I would watch what you say you little shit." Aster spits out like a striking cobra. Cute lad but he better watch his tongue, or I will sock him. "What are you even doing in the school anyway when no kids are supposed to be here?"

Jack pulls his shoulders back to stand to his full height, which still comes up a head shorter than Aster. Jack still has to look up which is better than at the attractive chest with a few buttons on the shirt letting a peak at the tanned chest underneath.

"I work here cleaning the rooms and halls and have been doing it for years. I have to get it cleaned before the town's teacher returns. What are you doing in here creep?" Jack tells back straight and proud.

"I," Aster smirks at the display like a peacock while standing to his full height towering over the boy, "am the new teacher in town who will be teaching some of the kids. So why don't you take your little insignificant self and stay out of my way." Aster bumps into Jack's shoulder as he passes by for emphasis.

Stunned at the man's attitude Jack turns around and watches Aster move away. Pants still wet sticking to the inside of muscled thighs pulling the pants tight around a firm ass, large feet stomping the ground. Mmmm I wonder….no bad Jack bad. I am so going to hell.

Pushing the thoughts to the back of his mind he huffs out, "Like I would want to be around a grumpy ass like you."

"Like you could handle me anyways kid," Aster opens the door to a classroom looking back at the Jack. What a beaut. Too bad he has roo's loose in the top paddock. Aster freezes, cheeks turning red under his tan, looks away before turning back and entering the classroom slamming It shut behind him before Jack can get in another word. Stupid kid.

Jack left standing in the middle of the hall bucket still in hand, red as the ripest of tomatoes shivers. First Sandy and now this man and I have to stop blushing like a stupid school girl with her first crush. Not like he meant it that way or like I wanted him to mean it that way. Stupid Kangaroo. Jack rushes back outside splashing his face with cool water and filling the bucket back up. Jack smirks at a thought It has not been that much fun to rile someone up even if it was an accident. Grabbing the bucket he heads back to where the mop still stands against the wall passing by Asters door, Oh he has another thing coming if he thinks I am going to leave him alone. My new kanga….victim won't even know what hit him.

With pep in his step and eyes sparkling with mischief Jack tosses the new water on the tiled floor and begins to scrub, while humming a new tune his mind wondering at what might just be in his future.


Well that is chapter 3. Again please review and let me know what you all think. Starting to get use to posting now. Last thank you to my friend LoneArticWolf09 again for reading it over for me.

New Note Grammar has been Updated.