I am so sorry for the long wait! I am so busy with school it's not even funny. Anyways, here is chapter seven!
Chapter 7: See You Then
There was a sharp pain in my stomach, that kept growing as I started to come to my senses. I was laying on something hard and cold, and I shiver slightly. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to remember what had happened.
"Will he be alright?" A voice asked, above me. It was a beautiful voice: soft like a feather, smooth as satin, and strong like a bolder. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"He should be." That was another voice, but I didn't recognize it at all.
I slowly opened my eyes, and then closed them again. There was a bright light over me, that was making it hard to see. My body ached with every movement, and I really wished I would go back to sleep.
I sat up, groaning. I was able to open my eyes, and after a few blinks, I was able to see.
A beautiful face swam into view. He was pale like snow, and glistened with every movement. He had icy blue eyes that reflected off of the bright light above. He smiled a perfect, pearly white smile at me.
"You're awake!" He said, his perfectly shaped eye brows flying high on his perfect forehead. I remembered who it was: Jack. Perfect, beautiful, Jack.
"W-what happened?" I asked, touching my forehead. I had a killer head ache. "And where am I?"
"You passed out." Jack said, slowly easing my hand away from my forehead. I drew my hand back instinctively, although I craved his warm hands on my skin. Jack put his hand in his lap. "And, you're in the school nurse's office."
As if on cue, a plump, round women turned around on the wheelly chair she was sitting on. Her brown hair was pulled back in a bun, and her round glasses balanced on her nose.
"It's nice to see you awake." She said, standing up from her chair. "You passed out. Can you tell me why?"
"Um," I thought for a minute. "Not really, no. How long have I been out?"
"Two hours," she shrugged, "Give or take."
"Why did he pass out though." Jack said, fixing his beautiful eyes on her.
"Well," she said, fixing her glasses. "It can be a number of things. Henry-"
"Hiccup." Jack and I corrected her at the same time.
"Whatever, have you recently had a high level of blood loss?"
I pulled my eyebrows together. "Uh, no."
"Have you had any serious blows to the head or any other part of your body?"
I bit my bottom lip. Yeah, I had. But, I could survive what my father did to me. I'd done it before, and what he did was no different from what he always did.
"Not really." I said. So, I wasn't completely lying. Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I was.
"When was the last time you ate?" She asked, sitting back in her chair.
Bingo.
I knew it. That was why I passed out. I hadn't eaten in, what? Four days? But, I couldn't tell her that. She'd call my dad for sure, and then social services would get involved, no, it was better to lie.
"Um, I ate lunch yesterday."
"No you didn't." Jack's voice ran crisp and clear through my lie. "You never eat lunch."
How did he know that?
"What did you have for breakfast?" The nurse said.
"I skip breakfast." I said, gaining some curious glances from the nurse and a worried look from Jack. "Only to make it on time for school." I added.
"But, you only live ten minutes away." Jack said.
"How do you know where I live?" I asked him curiously.
"I-" But, then Jack closed his mouth, his thin face gaining a slight pink color. "I drive by it on my way to school."
"Hmm." The nurse said, thinking this over. "Take off your shoes and come over here and step on the scale, Hiccup."
I hadn't weighed myself in a long time. But, if someone asked why I weighed so little, I'd just blame it on my height. I always do it, and nobody asks questions. It seems to work.
I slowly untied my beat up converses and pushed them off my feet. Jack stared at my feet and asked, "What size are you?"
My face turned red. "I'm almost out of children's sizes."
Jack scoffed, and I glared at him. "I'm a small person!"
He nodded, trying hide his laughter.
"Well, what size are you?" I asked, stepping on the scale.
"Men's ten and a half." He smirked as my jaw dropped. "I'm also 5'11 and still growing."
"Alright." The nurse said, reading the number on the scale. Her brow fused together. "How tall are you Hiccup?"
"4'11, I think. I'm almost a five feet last time I checked." I shrugged. My mom was a late bloomer into puberty, so I never worried about it.
"Dang, you're short." Jack mumbled. I glared at him, but he just gave me an innocent smile.
"Well, let's just round you to five feet then." She said as I stepped off the scale. "When someone hits five feet, they should weigh at least 100 pounds. You weigh 64."
I opened my mouth to tell her my excuse, but I couldn't argue with the facts. I was underweight. I started to panic.
"You're underweight."
"I'm just scrawny." I said, trying to seem like being underweight was ok.
"No, Hiccup." She said, shaking her head.
"Yes, I am." I insisted. "Nothing is wrong with me. I'm short! And I'm a picky eater, and-"
"Whoa, calm down." Jack said. He leaned forward and grabbed my tiny wrist. I pulled away, but his grip was like iron, and he pulled me next to him on the small cot that I was laying on. He was strong, and his muscles flexed with each movement. He let go of my wrist, sensing my discomfort.
"Have you been eating a full three meals day?" The nurse asked me.
"Well," I said, ringing my hands together. "Not really. I just don't get hungry during the afternoon."
"Hm." The nurse said, unsure.
"I should get back to class." I said, "And make up some of my missed work. Really, I'm fine." I gave her the best fake smile I could, and it worked. Her gaze softened, and she said, "Alright. Just make sure to eat more, ok?"
"I'm just one of those people where their body forgets to tell them that their hungry." I said, shrugging. "My mom was like that. I'll do better." I plastered a fake smile on my face and started putting my shoes back on.
"You need a little food in your stomach." She said, pulling something out of a box behind her desk. She placed them in my hand: A pack of crackers and a juice box.
"That should hold you over until lunch." She said. I frowned at the food in my hand. It was weak to take food from someone, even if they offered it. I don't need anybody's help.
"That's alright." I said, trying to get her to take the food back.
She shook her head. "You can't leave until you've eaten." I frowned, because I think that was just a rule she made up.
So, I slowly gnawed on the crackers and sipped the sugary juice. It felt nice to have something in my stomach, but I also knew I was being needy and weak by taking the food.
I quickly finished the snack.
"We should probably get to class." I mumbled to Jack. He nodded, and then asked the nurse for a pass. We both left the nurses room in silence.
"Why didn't you go back?" I asked Jack as we were going down a flight of stairs.
"What?" He asked, his piercing blue eyes fixing on me.
I swallowed, mesmerize by his beauty. "Um, why did you stay with me? Why didn't you go back to class?"
"Oh." Jack's brow furrowed. He let a breath, thinking. His beautiful, pale, skin shimmered in the lights of the hallway. He moved fluently and gracefully, yet he was strong and had a very territorial stance to him. And then there was me.
"It just didn't seem like the right thing to do. You know, just leave you there." Jack shrugged.
"Oh," I said, looking down at my shoes. "Oh, thanks."
A part of me was glad. Jack was just being a nice person, doing the right thing. But, another part of me was a little sad. Was that the only reason he stayed? Because it was the right thing to do, as a friend? Or, was there maybe something else? Maybe Jack, wanted to stay. But, that wouldn't make sense. Why would someone like Jack, stunning, amazing, popular Jack, want to stay with someone like me?
"Yeah, no problem." Jack said. He fixed his gaze on me, and I could feel his gorgeous eyes studying me. He ran a hand through his snowy white, gorgeous hair.
My mouth went dry. I would have thought he was a god if I didn't know. I bit my bottom lip, a nervous habit, hoping he would stop looking at me.
The muscles in his arms flexed, until I saw a hint of his pure, blue veins. He was...what's the word...jacked. If only I could be like that.
"Well," I mumbled, "I've gotta go..so.."
"Wait!" Jack called as I tried to fast walk away from him and to my class. His strong, pale hand wrapped around my thin wrist, and he spun me around to face him. I could feel the warmth of his hands on my cold skin. He smiled at me, a perfect, pearly white smile, and I felt like I had cotton in my mouth.
"Yes?" I whispered, refusing to look at Jack.
"Do you have cello practice today, during lunch?" He asked.
"Well, I go on my own behalf." I said, shrugging. Yet, even though it was a small step, Jack remembered what instrument I played. He remembered that I played the cello, and that I practice during lunch everyday.
"Do you mind not practicing today?"
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Uh, how come? Does Samantha want to practice in there? Because I'm perfectly happy sharing-"
"No, this isn't about Samantha." Jack said, shaking his head. "I was wondering if you wanted to go to lunch with me."
I froze. Lunch...with Jack? This had to be a joke. There was no way Jack Frost wanted to have lunch with Hiccup the loser.
"Uh, I don't have any money. But, thanks for the offer." I smiled a hopefully convincing smile at him.
"Oh! That's fine! My treat." He winked at me, and I thought I was going to melt into a puddle. He was so gorgeous. Gah, stop it, Hiccup. He'll never be interested in you. He's probably just trying to make you not feel like a loser.
"Um." I rung my hands together, nervously. It was rude to make people pay things for you. But, he did offer it in the first place. And it would be rude to say no, since everyone knows I have nothing better to do.
"Uh..ok." I said.
Jack smiled a bright smile at me. His eyes sparkled with electricity. "Great. What's your last class before lunch?" He asked.
"Art." I answered.
Jack pulled his eyebrows together. "I thought art was your last class of the day."
"No," I said, shaking my head, "Engineering is my last class."
"Oh, yeah! That's right!" Jack eyes lit up. "Sorry, my brain is kinda slow at times."
I gave him a nervous laugh. How would he know my schedule? It had to be just a coincidence. "Yeah, so I'll be painting." I gave him a half smile.
"My class always ends early, so I'll be there." Jack said. We now had to part ways, since my art class was down the opposite hallway of his next class.
"Ok." I said, "Um...see you then?"
He smiled. "Yeah, see you then."
