A/N: It's back to Hiccup POV. Sorry about the month break, I just got busy. I spent my V-Day comforting my sister about how she's always alone. Of course I'm just there for company, because I'm married. Oh well, I'm posting the rest of at least this mini story. Also thanks to the guest who notice a typo I don't think anyone else did. I fixed it and it should be all set now…I hope.

Tuesday

I opened my locker first thing when I got to school. I wasn't expecting anything, but another note was there. I again looked around to see who could have planted it. But at this time of morning, there was no one around.

Hiccup,

I'm so glad you agreed to go to the dance with me.

I thought we should learn more about each other,

So I gave you my cell number.

Please text me.

-A

(123)555-5225

So the mystery person wanted me to chat with them, no biggie. Truth be told, I just wanted to know if Astrid was A. But A could be a lot of names. I called the number, and it rang to a voice mail. The person hadn't personalized the voicemail, so it was the manufactured voice. Great there goes that idea. So I texted the number:

This is Hiccup, you told me to text you, so here I am.

I put the phone in my pocket, and grabbed my books for the day, which I almost immediately dropped when the phone vibrated saying I had text.

See, now we don't have to wait for replies. And we can learn more about each other; just don't ask who I am.

I looked at the text in wonder as I picked up my books. So this person didn't want to be known…Why?

Why can't I ask your name? I already know it starts with an A.

I waited a minute for a reply. While waiting I heard people walking down the hall laughing, so I ducked into the bathroom.

A is for Anonymous, silly. My name could or couldn't start with A.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened, and my jaw dropped at who had opened it: Jack Frost. Jack was class president of the seniors. He was a real catch, and a lot of girls asked him out. I had even heard of some guys confessing. But he turned them all down, saying none of them were his type. He was also known for being polite to everyone. I was just a Junior myself, so I never really saw him, But I hadn't expected to meet him here.

"I'll be right back Jamie." He said looking outside the door, talking to his friend. He then turned and looked at me. "Oh, H-hey. How's it going?" He said politely as he went to the sink and started washing his hands.

I just stood there gawking, not moving.

"What are you looking at?" he asked suddenly. I thought it was a little snappy, but pushed it aside.

"Nothing." I shook my head and put my books down on the counter; then started to wash my hands as well. I got very lost in thought. 'What's Jack doing here so early at school for? I heard he usually came just late enough to not be tardy and also avoid screaming girls. It's one of the things that make him cool.'

"Hey! Watch it!" Jack shouted suddenly. I had been splashing him as I roughly washed my hands.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Here let me help." I said grabbing some paper towels, I stated to dab at his shirt.

"Don't touch me!" He said, grabbing my wrist. It wasn't a tight grab, but enough to make me stop. We slowly lowered our hands. "You should get to class, the bell's going to ring soon." He said sharply, and turned and left.

I was so angry at him. 'Who does he think he is, bossing me like that? What happened to him always being a nice guy? Geez!' I picked up my books, and headed to class. I put down my books, just as my phone vibrated.

So, what would you like to know about me first?

I looked around. By now a few people were in class, the rest were in the halls. Everyone seemed to have a cellphone out and texting. Of course it wouldn't be that easy to figure it out. Of course, that also meant they could keep it from other people.

Why are you hiding who you are? Afraid I'll say no to the dance?

The bell rang as I sent the message. Everyone piled to their seat and typed their "Final" text. They would still secretly text all day.

Yes, But more because you'd judge me based on common knowledge. This way we get to know the real us.

I smiled at his reply. The teacher walked into our class, and for the first time, I didn't pay attention. I was just like everyone else, texting secretly.

The texts continue most of the day, and I got caught with my cell a few times. I wasn't really used to texting in class, and the fact that I was using my cell in school… My dad would kill me for the bill, But I'd tell him it was for a girl, and he'd be all fine with it. A girl talking to me was worth paying a little extra on the bill.

But mostly I was psyched about this A. They seemed cool and nice, and for the first time in my life, real. They were one of the most real things in my life, and I no longer cared who they were. As long as I could continue to keep them near me…

A/N: Happy Late St. Patrick day everyone. ^_^