Stupid Love - Chapter Six

Pairing: Hijack

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Minor language, Jack being a creeper, texting while driving (those naughty boys)

I don't own any rights to Dreamworks Animation characters.

Hiccup drove down the road, cruising around town a bit before going home. It was only 2 am, after all. He gripped the steering wheel as he reached a stop sign. Hiccup licked his lips as he peered down the road in front of him and then glanced up and down the cross street. It was all quiet and empty.

"Perfect."

He couldn't help it. He slammed the brake, pumped the gas, and took off down the street, only to rip the steering wheel around the first corner he came to, long-drifting out on the road.

"Whoo-hoo!" Hiccup smiled. He sure loved Astrid's camaro...

He continued to speed up the road, driving toward his apartment complex.

The next day, after driving the camaro down to the gas station, the grocery store, another gas station, and eventually just the parking lot in front of the hardware store just to show off, Hiccup finally took off to pick up Astrid for work. The setting sun turned the cobalt blue of the camaro into a sultry violet and he flipped on the lights as the streetlights slowly started to come on.

Hiccup pulled up to the apartment houses where Astrid was already waiting, looking completely exhausted.

"Wow, you look like shit," he remarked as she yanked open the passenger-side door.

"Nice to see you, too, Hiccup..." She snapped at him, plopping down in the seat.

Hiccup shrugged and pulled into gear as Astrid shut the door.

"How long did you sleep in?" he asked with a knowing grin. Astrid rolled her eyes, leaning away from the light coming through the window.

"Not long enough," Astrid groaned, leaning back in her seat.

Hiccup snickered as he turned down a street, and Astrid covered her eyes with her hand.

"Ughhh," she groaned, frowning at the setting sun. A buzzing noise made Hiccup glance over at Astrid, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He shifted in his seat.

"Huh?" Hiccup squinted, feeling his pocket vibrate. It must have been his cell phone.

"What?" Astrid asked, welcoming the distraction from the sun and how tired she was.

"My phone's going off. Get it, will you?" He nodded down at his jacket pocket.

"Who even calls you other than me?" Astrid smirked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the still-vibrating phone.

"No one," Hiccup replied enthusiastically. "That's why it's weird..."

"Oh, it's a text," Astrid mentioned, flipping through the message screen. Hiccup scrunched his nose, trying to think of who could possibly be texting him.

"Is it Heather? I'm pretty sure I never gave her my number, but..." he trailed off.

"Uhh...I don't know," Astrid replied, staring at the phone in her hands. "It just says 'Hey, sarcastic asshole, what are you doing tonight?' And there's a winky face."

She grinned, obviously finding the whole scenario rather funny. Hiccup glanced over at her as they stopped at a stop sign.

"What? Ask who it is," he told her. He turned the corner and Astrid typed in his response, muttering,

"Who. Is. This."

Hiccup shook his head as they continued their drive to the bar. Who could possibly be texting him? And why did they want to know what he was up to?

"Well, at least we know it isn't Heather," Astrid piped up. "She'd never call you an asshole. Only someone who actually knows you would do that." She winked and Hiccup grumbled, turning another corner in the car.

"Maybe it's Tuff?" he offered, still trying to think of an answer.

"He doesn't have your number. And since when does he even talk to you?" Astrid countered, looking down at the phone again.

"Point taken," Hiccup remarked. He and Tuffnut weren't on the greatest of terms, but he couldn't think of anyone else it could have been.

The bar came into view and Hiccup pulled into the parking lot. Just as he came to a stop, his phone began to vibrate again.

"Oh, good. I get to see who the mystery-texter is," Astrid smiled and flipped through the message screen again. "It was gonna bother the hell out of me if I didn't get to find out."

"Is your life really so boring that you actually find this so-called 'mystery' entertaining?" Hiccup asked, a look of mock-disappointment on his face.

Astrid rolled her eyes and read the message, waited a moment, and then burst out laughing.

"What?" Hiccup asked, "What is it?"

Astrid covered his mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh so hard, but it was useless. She held out the phone to her friend and he took it, confused at her reaction. He touched the screen and it lit up again, and read the message.

It's Jack. Who else would it be?

Hiccup felt his eye twitch and Astrid started laughing even louder at his reaction.

"How the fuck did he get my number?" Hiccup blurted out, staring incredulously at his phone. Astrid smirked,

"Heh, what? You didn't give it to him?"

Hiccup glared up at her, unamused.

"Why would I even-" he stopped, and his eyes widened in realization.

"My phone," Hiccup inhaled. "He said he found my phone last night...in his car. But I knew I didn't drop it."

"He stole your phone so he could get your number?" Astrid laughed. Hiccup facepalmed, leaning back in the driver's seat.

"This guy really is a creep."

"I tried to warn you," Astrid joked, opening the door and getting out of the car.

"You didn't warn me of anything!" Hiccup retorted. "It's your fault this is even happening!"

Astrid scoffed,

"It's not my fault the guy's a stalker."

Hiccup watched as she pulled her purse over her shoulder and walked inside. He glanced back down at his phone as it vibrated again.

So, are you gonna answer my question? Jack's next text read.

Hiccup squinted at his phone, finally replying,

Jack, how did you get this number?

Obviously, the guy stole his phone out of his pocket while he wasn't looking-when wasn't he looking?-and then figured out his number, just so he could text him. He vaguely wondered that if he could do that to Hiccup, why didn't he just do it last night to get himself a girlfriend?

The phone buzzed again, and he opened the message.

Hmmm… That's not important.

Hiccup sighed. Of course not, Jack. It's not important that you're a total freak and a creeper. No wonder the guy was desperate to get laid… Another message came through as Hiccup was about to reply again.

Since you can't answer a simple question, I'll just tell you that North and Bunny's race is gonna be tonight. Wanna be my +1?

Hiccup squinted at his phone again. North and Bunny's race? Their bi-annual blowout? Where all the best racers in town get together and show off and then North and Bunnymund duke it out for bragging rights and the imaginary key to the city?!

Do you even have to ask? How do you know it's tonight?

Jack's response came almost too quickly, like he already knew he'd say that.

I've got connections. Meeting place is the old campground on Mt. Gibbs. Race starts at 12:25.

Hiccup bit his lip. He'd never gotten to go to North and Bunny's big race events; only the big shots in town even knew where to go for them. But would Jack really know? Just 'cause he had a fast car and a great skid record didn't mean he actually knew those guys.

But what if it was real? It couldn't just give up his one chance, right?

If this is some joke, I'm gonna strangle you.

He was definitely going to that race. He tossed his phone into the passenger seat and pulled out of park, driving back down to the street. He turned and stopped at the sign, glancing over as the phone vibrated again.

He picked it up, quickly flipping through the screen again.

You trust me, don't you? Just bring Stormfly down and have some fun. You could use it.

Hiccup slammed on the brakes. He hadn't thought about bringing a car. He figured he'd bring Toothless, but the guys there would be looking at his car, and he hadn't cleaned out his car in weeks. He glanced into the back seat of the camaro. Astrid's car was much cleaner, and she had just given it a wash a few days ago. He bit his lip again, driving up to another stop sign.

Yeah. I'll see you there.

He exhaled heavily, tossing the phone back to the passenger seat. Astrid would kill him if she found out he went to North and Bunny's race-off and brought her car but not her. But it had to be done. There was no way he was going to miss this chance.

He frowned and kept driving.