This will be my last update before Christmas, so Merry Christmas!
Also, the ending to the last chapter was altered so it now has details of what Jack and Hiccup did, the previous ending has been made the start to this chapter. Soooo anyone who read the first version, if you want some kissy kiss action, go back to the end of the last chapter!
I awoke early the next morning, half five to be precise. I was feeling groggy, cold from being in just my boxers, and Jack's body was tangled on top of mine, it was not a great combination. I was in a completely different mood than last night. And unlike last time I was here, I remember every detail of last night. I was so pathetic, completely and utterly pathetic, Jack had all the control over me last during the events that transpired.
I used all the strength I had to role the heavy lump of a body over to his side of the bed, almost dropping him and having him fall back on one occasion. Once the bed hog was safely back where he belonged, I swung my legs out over the bedside, desperately needing a drink, my throat feeling dry and having an awful taste in it. But, as soon as I stood up, my legs immediately buckled under my own weight as if they were broken. I fell to the floor, yet still managing to grab the lamp on the locker next to the bed as I fell, having a vain hope that it would save me. I crashed down into the carpet, and the noise obviously woke up Jack.
He awoke, twisting around in the covers, and laughed at me pitifully as soon as he set his eyes upon me. I had fallen with all the grace of a hippopotamus, having my bottom straight up to the ceiling with my legs out behind me, and my face was firmly implanted into the carpet, looking as if I was attempting to plank and failed. Of course though, the lamp was perfectly fine, as I was holding it up in the air to save it from breaking, not wanting to be in debt to Jack. All in all, it was certainly one of the most un-natural positions I have ever been in.
"You know, I don't think that's how you turn on the light, Hic"
I remained face down in the carpet, mumbling something into the warm fabric that was itching at my nose.
"What was that, I couldn't hear you through the mouthful of carpet?"
I turned my face to the side, my cheek resting on the floor, "I said I blame you for this entirely, be more careful with me in the future will you?"
He lowered his lids seductively, his voice dripped with promiscuity, "So, there's going to be a next time then?"
I just turned my face back into the carpet. This was a bad idea.
"Oh, and can you put my lamp back now."
Yep, definitely a bad idea after all.
I laid there for a while longer, partly because I couldn't stand and partly because I just wanted to shrink into nothing from embarrassment. Another person had seen me naked, and what's worse, acted upon it. I just hope what we did last night wouldn't be something I would later come to regret.
I sat up and stretched my arms above my head, instantly noticing a new pain besides the one in my lower region. A fresh love bite was placed on my shoulder, as well as one on my collarbone... and my neck... and by my nipple. I growled slightly at the marks on my skin, apart from the neck, they would be easy to cover up, but still, I had not even marked Jack's skin. Well, if I did, I don't remember, but I secretly hope that I did.
Jack rose from the bed, having no clothes on at all. I stared at him, perhaps for a bit too long, as he turned and laughed slightly as he walked over to me, extending his hand.
"Are you going to spend the whole day down there?"
I groaned again, and grabbed his hand, using it to pull me up. I got half way to my feet, when my knees buckled again, and I fell into Jack.
"I might have already said this, but I blame you for this."
He laughed, and picked me up bridal style, like that day when we first met, "You mentioned."
He brought me into the living room, and placed me down onto the sofa, gently of course. If he did it roughly, buckling knees or not, I would kill him.
"Also, don't think this makes up for all the marks," I declared, gesturing to my multiple sores.
He looked at me blankly, eyebrows raised, before returning back to his usual grin, "Well, you seemed to like it last night, you kept squirming and moaning my name."
I blushed a deep scarlet, recalling the events.
He continued, looking down on me, "And it's not like you didn't leave some scratch marks on my back."
Okay, so that answers my earlier question.
He walked over to the kitchen, still naked, his feet pattering on the tiles.
He called out to me, voice echoing a bit, "What do you want me to cook you for breakfast?"
I looked towards the door, really, he wanted breakfast right now. Then again, I am pretty hungry.
Raising my hand to my mouth, I called back, "Toast will be fine."
I turned to look out the window, my head snapping back to the door a second later, "But put some clothes on first!"
He did as I asked, running back to the room, emerging a second later in his usual attire of a blue hoddie and beige jeans.
"Do you even own any other clothes, or do you just have a load of those?"
"No, I have the wonderful invention called the washing machine!"
I glared at him, surely he must have more than one of those clothes.
We at in relative silence, just watching the television. I couldn't really follow the plot of what was going on, at the moment all I knew was that the main characters are a man and woman who, travel a blue box, then they met a captain who somehow becomes immortal then turns into a big, massive head in a glass box.
"Jack, I cannot understand this at all, what is going on?"
He took a large bite of his toast, gulping it down noisily, "Well, this guy is an immortal man who belonged to a race that looked over time, and they have two hearts, he stole a box that travels through space after the species was destroyed in a time war by a race of aliens that look like salt and pepper pots called the Daleks. It's simple."
I gave him a look, one that told me he had lost me half way through his rambling.
He then turned to me suddenly, "Anyway, how come I had to put clothes on, and your still in your pants?"
I gave him another look, does he not remember how I got to this seat?
"Jack, I can't walk, and you didn't bring me out any clothes. Also, you were going to be using the toaster, which is hot, while naked. I didn't want you to burn your... little Jack."
He sputtered on his toast, "Hey, hey , hey. Little Jack?"
"Really, we're going to pick out that part?"
"Yes, we are. I don't call you small."
"Jack." I gave him my best look of irritation
He conceded, "Fine, I suppose it was nice that you were worried about me. Kinda."
"You're welcome, now can you get me some clothes? I'm starting to get chilly, and I hate being cold."
He rose, returning back to his room to get me some clothes. Hopefully they weren't too spread about the room so that he can't find them.
He came back about a minute later, holding items that clearly weren't my clothes.
I looked oddly at them, "These aren't mine."
He rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah, well, your clothes are horrible, these will be better to keep you warm."
I looked at him, "Wow, so you weren't lying about owning other clothes."
He was holding a green and black striped cardigan, a plain black t-shirt, and black skinny jeans. I looked a bit punkish.
The feeling had mostly returned to my legs, and I managed to stand, although I walked with a limp, and had to have help from Jack when it came to getting dressed.
I looked myself over in the mirror once I had dressed, Jack watching from the doorway. I had to admit, these were quite warm.
"You are such a girl, Hic." He was leaning against the door frame. Despite his words, he seemed to be enjoying this more than me.
I stopped looking and turned to him and shrugged, "Hey, there's nothing wrong with that."
He laughed and went back to the living room.
We prepared an actual lunch for the day, and set off for school, walking there as Jack still had no car. It was painful, and I had to stop every so often, much to my annoyance, but Jack took it all in his stride.
"When is your appointment with Miss Roberts today?"
"Second period, I miss art for today, but that should be fine, I managed to do a lot two nights ago."
"Do you want me to be there again?"
I shook my head, "No. I want to do this alone this time."
He walked in front of me, stopping me, "Hiccup, didn't you listen to a word I had said yesterday?" He didn't look annoyed, just disappointed.
I rolled my eyes, "Jack, please, I can do it alone." I limped past him.
"Can you?"
I narrowed my eyes and turned back to him, "Yes, I can. Now come on, I'd like to get to school before I collapse again." I brushed past him, just wanting today to be over already.
We didn't really talk for the remaining time until my appointment, but Jack had to learn, this was my struggle, not his. Why did he constantly want to get involved? I only brought him along last time so that I wouldn't have to actually tell him, that and I got caught up in our argument. No. If anyone is going to do this, it has to be me. If I had a choice, I wouldn't even go to Miss Roberts, I would be entirely independent, but that's unrealistic.
When the bell rang, signalling the end of first period, I rose from my seat and gave Jack a look to say goodbye, which he returned, but he didn't smile like usual. It wasn't hiding any mischievous intentions, but looked disappointed almost. If it was about not coming along, he would just have to get over it, he can't always be there for me, as much as he would like to, it would just annoy me more.
I walked out the class and passed multiple faceless people in the corridor, occasionally bumping into a few of them, and then muttering a mumbled apology, even though it was their fault. I swear, I would probably say sorry to a table if I walked into it, or any inanimate object for that matter. Only on the odd occasion would someone actually apologise to me, others would just laugh, obviously doing it on purpose. Well, they would regret it in the future when they're begging me for money, alone and cold on the streets. As cruel as it sounds, that thought actually warmed my heart a little.
I entered the main office, approaching Miss Potts, who looked up at me with annoyance.
I sighed heavily, "What have I done now, are my eyes the wrong colour for everybody else in the school or something?"
She was not amused, and slammed her computer shut, "Hiccup, you don't even remember! You skipped your detention yesterday, now you have to stay for two hours after school today to make up for it."
I let out a frustrated groan, "Seriously? I've almost done all the work now. I cannot handle being near that creep of a librarian for two hours."
She glared harder, "That is a member of staff you are talking about, I suggest you hold your tongue. Now, get in there and sort out whatever is wrong with your head!"
I hit the counter, making her jump, "You know Miss Potts, I used to think that you were different from all the other pricks in this school, but no, you're exactly the same. Now open that damn door, or are you going to make me wait for another student again?"
To say she was speechless would be an understatement, but she opened the door nonetheless.
I stalked through the door to Miss Roberts's room, and slammed myself down into the seat, immediately regretting doing so, my backside still hadn't recovered properly.
She looked up in shock, eyebrows raised towards the ceiling, "Well, somebody's in a bad mood."
"Forget it, let's just get this over with quickly."
"Hiccup, it's my job to find out about these things, so what's annoyed you so much?"
"No, it's your job to find a way to make me so I am no longer a nut job, nothing more and nothing less."
She dropped the subject, looking a bit put down by my rude attitude, but she seemed to recover as time went on. She asked me many questions, including whether I had had anymore nightmares, or if I had seen my Dad recently. When I said that I had gone to Jack's house for the night, she seemed to look as if she was about to squeal in a high pitch voice.
Then her face hardened, "But seriously now Hiccup, you must at talk to your Dad about this, or at least bring him here to me, it sounds as if he is in as much need of help as you are, or were."
"Were?"
"Yes, well, besides whatever put you in such a bad mood this morning, there has been a notable improvement in you, both outwardly and inwardly. Now, as that is really all, I suggest you go to break, and have a bit of relaxation before your next class."
"But, we didn't really talk about anything?"
"Well, now it is much more a matter of you doing things independently, and coming to me when you yourself feel you need aid. The only thing left to deal with is your father, but I can do that if you do not feel up to it."
I stood, and turned away from her. Should I let her talk to Dad, or rather a better question is, could I handle talking to Dad?
I picked up my bag and turned back to her, "I'll let you talk to my Father, but please don't tell him about Jack or I, that is for me to do."
She nodded understandingly, and waved me out of the room, not looking up at me, instead emailing someone on her laptop.
I passed Miss Potts as I exited the reception, giving her a glance as I left. Her face held a mixture of annoyance, disappointment and anger, it was a strange combination. As I left the door, I wondered what to do, should I go and find Jack, or get another head start on my work again? Work, definitely work. I walked down the path way, and headed towards the library, just as the bell rang.
I re-entered the main school building, and had the library in sight. But then of course I realised, fate absolutely hates me.
I collided with another person who had just left their class room, my face smacking into the back of their head, giving my nose a rather painful shock. I looked up at the perpetrator, ready to give them a good shouting at, but then I saw who it was. Astrid. She turned with a look of utter irritation etched onto her face, her bottom lip trembling, and her eyebrows furrowed. It was a bit intimidating at first, and then I saw that her nose was thoroughly bandaged up, making her look a bit like a zoo animal. When she saw it was me who collided with her, her expression changed.
Her voice was nasally and grated on my ears, no doubt from the damage I had caused.
"Hiccup, what are you doing?" She backed up a bit, her friend beside her giving her an odd look.
I reached up and scratched the back of my neck, becoming fairly surprised when she flinched, as if she thought I was going to hit her. Maybe this could come in handy, having her afraid of me I mean. Very handy indeed.
I lowered my eyebrows, and steeled my eyes, "Watch where the hell you're going next time, idiot."
She backed up further, lowering her head, and giving what sounded like a scared sorry, if it wasn't so pathetic, it would be mildly amusing.
I walked past her, giving out a sigh of irritation to further show her what for.
I was about to enter the library when I was interrupted yet again, this time by someone grabbing my arm. Was I ever going to get to where I wanted? I turned and saw the usual suspect, Jack, standing there, giving me a small smile. I stared straight into his eyes, and retracted my arm from his grip, or at least I tried to. Hey, he is stronger than me.
"You know, most people call out to somebody, they don't randomly grab them."
He just looked at me, and released me from his grip. Standing there uncomfortably, he yet again did his habit of opening and closing his mouth.
I sighed for about the millionth time this week, "Jack, what is it? I actually want to get stuff done this break."
He opened his mouth again, this time words finally coming out, "Well, I was thinking that maybe, you know." He stopped and shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets.
I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, "No, Jack. I don't, so spit it out please."
"Well, would you, maybe like to stay over again tonight?"
I reopened my eyes quickly, this couldn't wait until later?
"Jack, not to sound rude, but why?"
He looked perturbed, "Well I was thinking that until you sort out the problem with your Dad, I could maybe, I dunno, let you stay with me?"
I raised an eyebrow at him, was he trying to say he wanted to care for me like a baby? Because I am not a baby.
"If you stayed, not only would you have a more comfortable place, but I would be there as well!"
Okay, now this was definitely sounding unattractive to me, I couldn't handle Jack 24/7.
"And, and there would be food! All the food you want, you would actually gain a few needed pounds."
At the mention of all the food I wanted, my ears pricked up, "Done."
I hope I wouldn't come to regret this.
I turned away from Jack and entered the library, getting a glare from the librarian, which I obviously returned.
I found an empty table, and dug out a half finished artist inspired outcome, which I had based on the works of Chiaroscuro. However, when I returned to a normal seating position, I found Jack again, sitting in front of me.
"Hello, again," he chuckled sheepishly.
"Are you really going to just sit there for the whole of break and watch me draw?"
"Yeah, it's not like I have anything else to do or anyone else to talk to."
My thoughts proved him wrong however, "What about your friend?"
He looked up in confusion, "What friend?"
"The tall one, black hair, poor excuse for muscles, uses too much fake tan. Ring any bells? You were giggling and joking with each other a lot the other day."
He looked up in thought, "Oh! You mean Finn, he's not really a friend, just a person from my engineering class that I decided to do in my spare time."
"So, why aren't you there now?"
"I dropped out, it got too hot for me, and you know how I hate being hot."
"He certainly looked like a friend to me," I started to draw, pressing down a bit too forcefully on the pencil.
Jack looked at me suspiciously, "Hiccup, are you jealous."
My pencil snapped. The lead pinged off, and hit the girl on the table next to us on the head. I noticed it was the same girl from the other day, does she live here?
I looked back up to Jack, who now had a firm smirk implanted on his features, "No! I just, wanted to know. Now, shut up so I can get this done, I already have to stay for two hours tonight."
"Two hours?"
"Yes, now please shush."
Jack left me alone for much of the rest of the day, allowing me to get as much work done as I possibly could, which I have to say that I appreciated. It meant less for me to do after school. It wasn't until I was leaving for the library that he spoke to me again.
"Hic, I can stay with you if you want? I have a book to read, so I wouldn't bother you."
I entered the library, holding the door for him, "Fine, I kinda want you to stay anyway."
He laughed and patted my butt as he passed, "I knew you would."
"Not like that idiot, I don't remember the way to your house from here."
"Oh."
We sat in silence, for any attempt at speaking would be cut down by either the librarian as he emerged from the shadows behind us, or the girl next to us, who held a strange look in her eyes. When he had about ten minutes left, Jack had finally had enough.
"Hiccup," he moaned, "I'm so bored!"
"Join the club."
The girl next to us suddenly shushed us, to which Jack replied instantly, "You know, if you shush me one more time, I'll make sure all you hear is silence."
It was highly inappropriate of me, but I snorted through my nose when I saw the terrified look on her face, she instantly went back to her book.
We left the library the first chance we got, heading straight down the corridor. We were almost out the door when I heard someone call my name. Were doors just bad luck for me today?
Miss Robert's voice reverberated through the hall, "Hiccup, before you go to...wherever you have decided to go, I thought I should let you know something."
I turned and put my hands out to the side, what was it with people and not actually telling me what they wanted from me.
"I called your Dad, he's coming in for an appointment tomorrow, and I want you to be there."
Oh... Crap...
Right, so Merry Christmas to everyone!
Oh and thanks to a reviewer called Chris, a fellow fanboy, who has been the only review who I haven't thanked yet! :D
