A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating much lately, I have no excuse other than I just couldn't be fucked to. I hope you enjoy this chapter and there should be another one up very shortly. Don't mind my spelling mistakes I'm stupid we all know that.

Hiccup was not looking forward to going to school today. Not one little bit. He was tired and his muscles felt like the quit but he dragged his lazy ass out of bed anyways. His father was in the kitchen for once. Though it wasn't a good thing because it just meant awkward eye contact as the two ate breakfast not really wanting to say anything and eventually hiccup gave up with the awkwardness and decide to just pour the rest of his cereal down the sink

He felt bad for not talking to his dad more but all this dad seemed to care about was working, even though his dad had a lot of money not a sent could be spared for hiccup or his school fees and that pushed the two apart more. The only way his father would pay for his schooling is if he was studying was his dad called a "manly major". Like robotics or engineering but that just wasn't his thing.

The school smelt funny that morning. Like really funny. It was a mix between nice deodorant and sweat. Would have been nice if whoever was sweating was wearing the deodorant but he guessed some people were just like that, which made him feel sorry for whoever was in that persons class, those people would have one hell of a hard time.

Of course when he was at his tiredest his studio was on the opposite side of the school in which he normally parked. Hiccup was one of routine and parking anywhere else would feel odd to him, so he would just have to suffer with this annoying schedule.

By the time he crossed the school he could already here Mr Frost calling out instructions which helped make sense as to why the studio was so far away from all the others. He had to quickly duck inside, trying not to be noticed because he hated being late.

"Alright guys from the top!" Mr Frost called out, the class moaning in response. They had been going over the same 48 counts for the past 10 minutes and they were all getting quite frustrated. "Don't moan and complain, we are having a concert here soon with talent agents attending, you need to be perfect!"

The class still moaned and groaned before someone called out for them all to be let out for a drink. Frost agreed, wanting to rid them of their complaining and watched as the class walked out into the corridor where he had asked them to leave their bags. Even though it was a large studio with enough room for the bags, during contempery they used way to many props to have enough room. Hiccup was the only one who didn't go out into the corridor for a drink. He decided to stay in and keep going over the steps, he just wanted to get signed and get out of the town he was trapped in.

"Not going for a drink?" The boy kept dancing as his teacher started talking to him, the other in the corner with his water bottle.

"Nope,"

"You know I don't think it will work out with me and your friend"

"Oh really? That's a shame." Hiccup tried hard to sound sincere but he let the joy he felt slip through slightly, He really didn't want Astrid dating his teacher for two reasons. One, that's just awkward, and two because he was really hot.

"Do you want to stay back this afternoon and we can keep working on your technique?"

"Yeah.. That'd be great." Hiccup stopped dancing as the others walked back in, ready to go over the same 48 counts again. He walked to where he was patterned, with his partner by his side. A girl with fiery red hair tied back in a messy pony tail, her name was Merida and she was one of the best dancers there, he felt so intimidated to be her partner but he had to suck it up and just pretend it didn't bother him.

They finally learnt more counts, the routine was half way done when everyone started heading home, shoving their sweaty hands into their bags to get out water bottles and keys in a messy bunch at the door.
Hiccup however was dragging his bag along the floor, bringing it in and sticking it in the corner, he felt that his stuff was safer in sight.

"Im ready Mr. Frost." The boy said while trying to get his shirt to stop sticking to his sweaty body.

"Please, just call me jack."

A/N: Yeah so I'm sorry that chapter is bad, PLEASE review it means a lot when you do and I will try and keep posting more regularly if I can! I promise at LEAST 2 more chapters from me this week.