Thank you for the reviews and I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I did say it would be updated randomly. I actually had this written a while ago, I just never really got around to posting it. And again I am really sorry I was gone for so long. Anyways onto the normal Author's Note thingamabob!
Also this chapter might seem short so I'm sorry for that too!
WARNING: Characters used in this story might be OOC.
Disclaimer: I do not own Frozen or any of the characters used in this story.
The day was sufficiently nerve wracking and annoying to the blonde. He was late to almost every one of his classes and he had to stand in front of the classroom as each teacher scolded him for being tardy while the other students in the class snickered at him. He was also irritated that his name was mispronounced by most of his teachers. He still doesn't understand why people get it wrong ("It's Kristoff, not Christopher."), it might be an unusual name but it was easy to say.
He wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous.
No, he wasn't nervous about making friends, he could care less if he made any or not. His dog understood him better than any other person he has encountered and Sven couldn't even speak!
But he was nervous that the office would find something fishy about his registration forms. Nervous that they would ask him questions he wouldn't want to answer. He was scared that they would call the—
"Mr. Bjorgman?" An slightly irritated voice called out, interrupting his thoughts.
It took a couple of more tried before Kristoff snapped out of his thoughts and even then it took a kick to the back of his chair to get him to fully focus.
"Hm? Wha-?" He looked around the room, everybody was staring at him and it was somewhat unnerving to have all their attention on him. When Kristoff looked to his left he saw a auburn haired boy discreetly pointing towards the front of the room, though the blonde was faintly confused he did as he was directed. He met the teacher's glare and he defiantly stared back, determined not to be intimidated.
"Now that I've got your attention," The teacher coolly spoke "would you be kind enough to tell me where we last left off? I seem to have forgotten."
The teacher's name was Jackson Clyde and he was an old man, probably in his mid-forties, with a long hook nose and brunette hair that was already starting to gray. His mouth was turned in a slight frown and his glasses laid beside the old tattered history book he had been reading. He had a hand lightly massaging his temple as he glared at Kristoff with dull worn out brown eyes that were filled with disappointment, the teen had no doubt that this has happened before.
The young blonde discreetly snuck a peek at the student beside him, trying to get a look at his book but it was too far away for him to see. Though he did notice he was on the wrong page, he quickly flipped to the correct one trying to ignore his teacher's burning stare.
Great, first day and he's already managed to get on another teacher's hit list. At least he didn't sass this teacher.
Yet.
After a few minutes of fruitlessly trying to figure what they were reading Kristoff gave up and shrugged his shoulders uncaringly, "I don't know where you left off. I wasn't paying attention."
"Obviously." A snotty girl from the back replied.
Mr. Clyde ignored her, "That's not an answer."
Just as Kristoff was getting ready to say a rude comment the auburn boy from earlier spoke up, "Um...Mr. Clyde?"
Mr. Clyde's attention shifted, "Yes, Mr. Isles what is it?"
"Since Christopher," The blonde's right eye twitched briefly "doesn't know what we were reading can I just continue where you left off so we don't waste time."
Mr. Clyde sighed before putting his glasses back on and looking around the class, "We've already wasted more then enough time, we might as well continue. Now does anybody other than Hans know what section I was reading?"
Only a few people scattered around the room raised their hands. The rest were too preoccupied with something else to even acknowledge his question. Mr. Clyde let out an aggravated sigh, "Come on people! You come to school to learn! Not to socialize with friends or gossip in the halls. You don't come here to text in class or to take pictures of yourself and others while tweeting about how you wish you were somewhere else. Why bother showing up to school when you're not even going to pay attention to today's lesson?"
Kristoff could tell from the awkward silence that settled in the classroom that their teacher's outburst was something new to them. No one said anything for a while before a lanky student awkwardly cleared their throat and spoke, "A-Are we going to continue reading Mr. Clyde?"
Mr. Clyde's dull brown eyes settled on the lanky student and his gaze had the teen shrinking back, "No, I think that we've done enough reading in class for today. Now for your homework you will be doing a two page essay front and back about what we've been reading. If you cannot recall what it is that we've learned then go back to your book and look at pages four hundred twenty-two through four hundred thirty-two. This assignment will be do on Wednesday and I expect it to be typed and completed by the time you walk into class. Any questions?"
Nobody rose their hand, they were too busy writing the assignment down in their planners and the few students who did pay attention were already getting started on a handwritten rough draft. Glancing at the clock than hung over the door Mr. Clyde spoke again, "You have ten minutes left of class so I suggest you get started on what you can."
Kristoff immediately began rereading the chapter they were on, he was determined to finish the assignment today because there was no way he was going to spend the next couple of day worrying if he had finished it or not. Besides, since he's new to the school he'll be a little behind in some of his classes and he'll have to spend more time trying to catch up, along with completing whatever assignments he'd be given. Unfortunately that meant less time for other, much more fun, things.
Throughout the last ten minutes of class all you could hear were the sounds of papers being shuffled, pages in books being flipped and the scritch scratch sounds of pencils writing on paper. The room stayed mostly quiet though, with the occasional cough or sneeze disrupting the harmonized sounds of people working. Mr. Clyde sat at his desk, grading papers, his emotionless face not giving out any of his current feelings. Anybody looking at him would've thought he was still upset with the class, but if you happened to look closer you would have noticed he had a faint smile on his face.
No, he wasn't cruel and smiling at the fact that he had, in some form, punished his class by giving them an essay assignment. He was actually happy that some of his students immediately started rereading the chapter and he was even happier when he saw a few already working on a rough draft. Yes he would admit that his students were, more often than not, distracted by many things. The source of their distractions either being themselves, himself, or something else but they were a good group of kids that sometimes needed a push to get on track.
Kristoff sighed in relief, he had finished reading the chapter only moments before the bell rang. He would've finished sooner but he kept getting lost in thought and he swore he saw Sven running around outside the window. How the canine could possibly know what class he was in was a mystery.
He gathered his things and shouldered his backpack, it was time for lunch and he was determined to get to the cafeteria early so he could find a table to sit at.
As he was rushing away he failed to notice a pair of jade eyes following him.
Thankfully there were only a dozen or so people when Kristoff got to the cafeteria and most of them were sitting together. He sat down at a table in one of the far corners, away from the noisy teenagers. He took out some of the assignments he'd gotten and got to work on them, not bothering to grab lunch.
Not many people bothered or tried to sit with him, most were content to just watch from afar and whisper what they thought of him. Some didn't care that he was there, he was just another person to them. And the few who did managed to gather enough courage to go talk to the hunched over, slender but muscular figure that was Kristoff would immediately wish they hadn't because the intimidating glare he gave them for bothering him had them sweating and feeling weak in the knees.
Again the blonde teen didn't know he was being watched and by the same jade eyes as before.
Those eyes belonged to Hans Isles, the auburn boy from Kristoff's history class. He was well known around the school for being very courteous and respectful to his most of the people in the school. He was also very popular amongst the female population but being one of the star players in the school's sport team might have had something to do with it. Every once in a while he would go on a couple of dates but he'd always break up with them in the end because they always seemed to be missing something. Maybe it was just him, but he wanted to find true love.
He was a handsome young man with a tall slender build. He had fair skin with light freckles and auburn hair with sideburns to match. He wore a blue shirt with a magenta tie, a light gray and black jacket, navy pants and black dress shoes. He's the youngest out of twelve older and very successful brothers but being the youngest of the family had caused him to become estranged from his parents and siblings.
Anyways, not many people caught his attention. Sure he'd pay attention to some people and ignore others but only for a short time before they started to become too predictable and boring. Honestly, the blonde sitting alone at the corner table probably wasn't any different from the rest of them but it was always interesting to see how a person reacted when an unknown factor was added or when put into a new environment.
So far, it seemed, the blonde didn't know he was being watched and Hans was determined to keep it that way. What was the point in trying to discreetly study the new kid if the subject of his interest knew he was being watched? Hans, with the short time that he's been scrutinizing the blonde teen, had noticed that he was a bit withdrawn from the other students in the lunchroom. He didn't really speak much either and he frequently looked outside with a confused gaze.
The bell's sharp ringing took Hans' attention away from the blonde and he quickly looked around, hoping nobody noticed what he was looking at or who it was. Noticing everybody was too busy gathering their things and dumping their lunch trays, Hans grabbed his backpack and calmly walked out of the cafeteria. Thoughts of the blonde male were pushed to the back of his mind as his thoughts took a more academic approach, he heard there was going to be a science test in Ms. Tanners class today and he was already mentally reviewing what he could remember.
So this was the much anticipated chapter three! (I'm sorry if this disappoints any of you.) Also FYI Hans won't be evil in here, (Sorry!) or a Mary Sue even though he might seem like it in this chapter. Also sorry if this chapter seems all over the place.
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