Wow...I was not at all expecting that response! To tell you the truth, this was a story that I posted to just see if I could get maybe one or two reviews and then delete. Now I actually have to do...work! Bleh. Nah, I'm kidding-not really, but I do like writing so its not that big of a deal. Except for the fact that I'm not EXACTLY sure where I'm going with this. Anyway, here's chapter three. Also, I'm doing something that I've never done before because I want to rewrite another story whilst writing this one: I'm asking for FIVE REVIEWS before posting another chapter. Think you guys can do that? OK-onto the fun part!

Hiccup groaned as he finished checking Jack's homework. It was multiple choice and yet he still managed to get only two out of fifteen correct.

"Seriously, Jack, this is not that hard!" Hiccup grumbled under his breath as he sought for what Jack was doing wrong, not meaning for said white haired boy to hear.

"Excuse me!" Jack exclaimed indignantly. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me."

Realizing that Jack had heard, Hiccup banged his head against the desktop. "Stupid air bender. Stupid math. Stupid uncle. Stupid dad. Stupid, stupid, stupid." Each word he said was accentuated with another bang of forehead to desk top.

Looking at his tutor with raised eyebrows, Jack glanced at Mr. Bunnymund to see if he saw what was happening. He seemed almost oblivious if it weren't for the fact that there was a small smirk on his face.

"Um…" Jack said, clearly uncomfortable. "Are you OK?"

"Yep, just fine," Hiccup answered "cheerfully" into the wood.

For the eighth time in the half hour that the two students had been there, the brunette's phone, sitting at the corner of the desk, vibrated causing said boy to check the text, groan once more, and chuck it across the room.

"Stupid Astrid. Stupid music majors." Hiccup continued to bang his head. At the last word, he let his head rest before quietly muttering, "Ow."

Jack rolled his lips together, trying his hardest not to laugh at his tutor for the past two weeks. It was still a very rocky acquaintance and they never said 'hi' if they ran into the other, but Hiccup had gotten to the point where he could at last talk without stumbling over every other word.

"The music majors getting antsy again?" Mr. Bunnymund asked from the font of the room.

"Yes," Hiccup moaned, lifting his head up to rest on his palm. "They have to record a demo of fifteen songs and its due next week." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "And apparently I am the only one in the entire town that has access to the recording system and knows how to use it since the owners are out of town."

"I know how to use recording equipment," Jack shrugged.

Hiccup looked at Jack for a second before turning back to his uncle. "My previous statement stands."

"Hey!"

"Why don't you let Jack help?" Mr. Bunnymund asked, pointing a yellow pencil at Jack. "It would lighten your work load because I know you won't say no."

"You want me to let Jack help?" Hiccup deadpanned. "You've got to be kidding."

"And why would he be kidding?" Jack asked. "My dad used to record kids all the time-kind of grew up around it." At that, Jack quickly shut his mouth tight, he hadn't meant to say that. He never talked about his family. It seemed that, despite many plans to go see them, nothing ever came to fruition and eventually it got to the point where it would seem almost inappropriate to go after so many years.

He saw how Hiccup became rigid, almost a living statue at the mention. What the-?

"Yeah, uh, no," Hiccup said, shaking his head.

"C'mon, let me help!" Jack exclaimed. "You've helped me with math. For free, might I add." Hiccup glanced at the homework. "OK-attempted to help me with math."

From across the other side of the room, Hiccup's phone buzzed again.
"You'll scare more than half of them to death and may cause the others to try gang homicide," Hiccup muttered causing Jack's eyes to widen. With a sigh, he turned to face Jack. "Are you sure that you know how to use recording equipment?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" Jack asked, causing Hiccup to glare at him. "Sorry."

Hiccup turned back to the homework and, picking it up, began to explain geometric means to Jack. However, Jack was completely distracted by a problem that he felt was more pressing.

"Jack, are you even listening to me?" Hiccup asked, exasperated.
"What did Mr. Bunnymund mean by music majors?" Jack asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

Locking his jaw, Hiccup slowly closed his eyes and tried controlling his breathing before looking at Jack again.

"You need to focus," He reminded smoothly.
"Oh, c'mon! What are they?" Jack prodded causing Hiccup to groan in aggravation.
"Fine!" Hiccup threw his hands in the air. "Omegas have to pick one out of five things to major in: music, acting, art, shop or labor. Usually, they choose a major that they wish to work in when they get older. Music majors are omegas that major in music. Understand?"

Jack nodded, "What are you?"
"I'm an art major," Hiccup mumbled, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he turned his head down to look at the paper. "Anyway, the basis of the equation comes from where you-"

"Can I see something?" Jack asked, intrigued.

Turning to look at the Alpha, Hiccup gave him a deadpan stare, "No."

"Why not?!" Jack exclaimed.

Turning fully around to look at Jack, Hiccup took on a very serious expression that surprised Jack. Omegas were always seen cheerful and optimistic when they were as young as the redhead, yet there was a flicker of pain and loss that Jack detected in the boy's green eyes.

"I don't like you," Hiccup stated plainly. "And you don't like me. That is not something that is ever going to change and I don't show my art to people that I'm not close to."

The pale haired boy furrowed his eyebrows, "But when you're an artist later on, won't you need to show people your art?"

"I said they'll usually pick where they want to work." Hiccup shook his head and, once again forgetting about the enhanced hearing of air benders, muttered, "If dad has any say in it, I'll end up being an idiotic mayor."

Jack decided against commenting on what he had said.

The rest of the tutoring session passed and soon enough, the two were in Jack's car with Hiccup directing him where to go. Jack had been surprised when he hadn't had to tell Hiccup to put on his seat belt. Even though it was exceedingly rare, there was the off chance that something out of Jack's control could cause an accident. However, he had assumed since Omegas weren't allowed to drive that he wouldn't know to put the belt on.

"Have you been in a car before?" Jack asked.

"…yea…" Hiccup said, turning to Jack with an odd look on his face. "Why wouldn't I have?"

"Well, because Omegas aren't allowed to drive and all," Jack explained.

Hiccup turned to Jack, looking at him as if he was the dumbest creature on earth. "Are you kidding me?"

"What?!" Jack asked, defensive as he began driving.

"My parents aren't Omegas, idiot. My last name is Haddock." Hiccup pointed out.

Jack furrowed his eyebrows, "So…?"

Hiccup struggled to not laugh, "Never mind. Oh, turn left here."

Doing as was told, the duo reached an older, one story house in desperate need of a paint job. There was a rusty swing that hung from a low branch on a large oak tree in the front yard and numerous toys spread about without a care.

On the collapsing front porch, numerous teens were lounging around, almost all held a large case of some kind. Everyone had a sheet that were in various states of health-some were nice, crisp and clean while others had marks all over and were torn at various parts. Bikes, skateboards, roller blades and one or two scooters were spread around them.

Hiccup was the first out of the car, pulling his keys out of his backpack.

"Hey, Hiccup!" Astrid exclaimed cheerily, hopping off of the step she had been sitting on to run towards her best friend. She through her arms around the cripple's neck and after a brief hug pulled away. "Thank you so much! Most people forgot that the Overlands were gonna be gone on vacation this week."

Hiccup rolled his eyes, "Yes, because it's not like they don't give you ample warning time." However, his sarcasm went unnoticed and his annoyance dulled when he noticed that Astrid was no longer paying attention to him, holding a distrustful glaze in her eye. "Ash?"

"What is he doing here?" She growled quietly, glancing at Jack who was just getting out of the car.

Sighing, the brunette attempted to calm his irate friend. "He offered to help," Hiccup explained, glancing at all the music majors gathered. "And, by the size of this crowd, it's a good thing, too. How many people are even here?!"

"Um…" Astrid turned around to do a brief count. "About six bands, four guitar soloists and nine solo singers."

Hiccup groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "And what exactly happened to the school's recording system?"

A hard look of anger crossed over Astrid as she glared at Jack who approached the duo. "It was vandalized by some Alphas who thought they were being funny." Venom laced her words as her glare hardened to stone.

Noticing the mean look being given to him, Jack took a step back.

Hiccup groaned, "Astrid, please stop. He's only trying to help-it would take me hours to get through this crowd." He turned to Jack and sighed-he just knew that the other Omegas were going to react the same way. Grabbing his green beanie from his bag, he tossed it at Jack. "Wear this…oh, and hide the tags."

Jack raised his eyebrows, "Hide my tags?" He asked incredulously. No one ever hid their tags.

His response was the auburn haired boy giving him a bob of the head in affirmative. Jack noticed that somewhere along the drive, Hiccup must have hid his because the mustard chain was nowhere in sight. Taking a quick glance around, he noted that there was a surprising lack of yellow. Trusting his tutor, Jack stuffed his white hair into the cap and hid his dog tags.

"Just go along with whatever I say," Hiccup hissed and then turned to Astrid. "Do not tell anyone who he really is, please. I'd prefer to not be grounded because the person I'm supposed to be tutoring got beaten to a pulp."

Astrid just rolled her eyes, giving her best friend a mock salute.

Jack was starting to wonder if it had actually been such a good idea to volunteer.