Chapter 4

Jack Frost

I walked into the main office, where the secretary, Miss Pattie (it said so on the nameplate on her desk), was typing away at her computer. She looked up at me, her eyebrows raised. I couldn't believe it either. I'd just gotten in trouble on the first day of school! Mr. Crood roughly shoved me aside.

"Miss Pattie, could you please go get Principal Moon for me? We have a bit of an, er . . . situation," he explained, glaring at me.

Miss Pattie looked flustered. "W-why yes, Mr. Crood! Right away!" She hurried away.

Mr. Crood gave me the stink eye. "You're in a boatload of trouble, young man!" he threatened. He looked like he was about to say more when a tall, bald middle-aged man walked through the door.

"Good day, Grug. How are you? Oh, and you must be our new student, Jackson Frost," the man said pleasantly. He held out his hand for me to shake. I did. "My name's Principal Manny Moon. You can just call me Mr. M, though." He smiled at me warmly, then looked up at my teacher. "Well, Grug? Is there a problem you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Well, yes, sir, in fact there is . . ." my math teacher began.

"How about you tell me in my office?" the principal suggested. He led us into his office, a small room built in the main office. He sat down behind his desk. "Now, Mr. Crood, if you could please continue."

"This boy here threw a PAPER AIRPLANE at me during my math class! Isn't that disrespectful?!" Mr. Crood was practically shouting.

Principal Manny looked at the teacher calmly. "Grug, while not tolerated, it was harmless enough. Did Jackson poke out your eyes or give you a paper cut? I think not. But, Jackson, even though it's your first day here, I am forced to give you detention after school today. Would you like me to call your parents about this so that they can pick you up?"

I flinched. "Er, no, sir. I rode my skateboard to school today, so my mom doesn't have to pick me up. And I'll call her on my cellphone about the detention thing so she'll know I'm coming home late."

Principal Manny nodded. "Good. You will have it for about 3 hours, then you may leave to go home. Any other questions?"

"No, sir." I felt my face turn red.

The principal nodded. "Very well, then. You may both leave now." Mr. Crood and I stood up to leave, then went out the door and back to the classroom.

If I had to describe detention in only two words, I'd say this: it sucked. The detention teacher (I couldn't believe it. A DETENTION TEACHER? A teacher who was actually paid to give kids detention?!), Pitch Black, glared at me menacingly. I could tell he hated me at first sight. I ruffled my hair, making him glare at me more.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, I thought, Does he seriously hate me because of my hair? He's such an old-timer. My thoughts were scattered, though, when Hiccup walked through the door.

I grinned. "What's up, Haddock?" I called, using his last name. I'd just learned it today during Science.

"Excuse me, Mr. Frost, but no talking is permitted," Pitch snapped. I waved his words away breezily. I'd been in detention a ton of times at my old school. This was no biggie.

Hiccup came to sit in the seat next to me. "So, how'd you get in detention?" he whispered.

"Threw a paper airplane at my math teacher," I replied, not taking my eyes off Pitch. He glared back at me before turning back to his paperwork.

Hiccup made a sound in between a squeak and a yelp. "You WHAT?" he asked in the loudest whisper he dared.

"Yep," I answered. "So, what'd you do?"

Hiccup buried his face in his hands. "I made a smart comment in English. The teacher said it was Shakespeare, and I said that the poem was from the 17th century. When OBVIOUSLY Shakespeare was from the 16th!"

I shook my head. "Hiccup Haddock, you are such a nerd." I grinned when I said this, to show him I was teasing. He chuckled with me.

Pitch whirled around. "You two boys, shut u-your mouths!" He gave us the evil eye. I just quirked my eyebrow at him. Then I heard voices from the hallway. It sounded like girl voices . . .

"And I can't BELIEVE you have to go to detention because of that!" one voice said.

A sweeter-toned voice replied, "Oh, calm down, Mavis. It's only one day. I'll see you tomorrow." The other person huffed and stomped away. Then a golden-haired girl appeared in the doorway.

She smiled apologetically at the detention teacher, but he just simply held out his hand and she placed her phone in it. Hiccup's and mine were already on his desk. The girl walked over to the two of us and sat down behind me, placing her denim book bag on the floor next to her.

Pitch glanced at his clipboard. "Now, let's see . . . we have Mr. Jackson Frost-"

"Jack Frost," I interjected.

Pitch rolled his eyes and continued. "And we also have Mr. Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, and now Miss Corona. Unfortunately, we still lack one person: Miss Merida Dunbroch." He looked at the three of us.

Suddenly, the door flew open. A girl with a head full of wild red curls entered the room.

"A'm sorry, Mr. Pitch," she said, breathing hard. "Mah soccer practice ran a wee bit too late, sir."

Pitch didn't look amused, but he collected her phone and told her to take a seat. She sat next to Rapunzel, behind Hiccup.

"Now, you all should know the rules of detention:no talking, texting, or have any social contact." Pitch looked at his watch. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to pick up some papers from the copy room. Please be quiet while I'm gone and do some work." Pitch stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Almost immediately, I sprang out of my seat. Retrieving my phone from Pitch's desk, I sat at his seat and stole a lollipop from the stash on his desk. I unwrapped it and looked at the wrapper. Huh. Fruit Punch. I stuck it in my mouth, resuming my carefree attitude.

Hiccup shoved his glasses up his nose further while hunching his shoulders, as if he was trying to hide behind the thick book he was reading. He looked up at me. "Uh, Jack?" he ventured. I peered over my feet at him.

"Yeah, Hic?" I replied lazily.

Hiccup started stammering. "I-I don't think that you're allowed to do that. I mean, what if Mr. Black comes back and you get in trouble? What if-"

"Look, Hic," I interrupted. "We ARE in detention, aren't we? So we couldn't possibly get into more trouble than we already are in, right? And plus, it's doubtful that Pitch will come back soon. He's pretty slow, even for an old timer."

The girl named Rapunzel blanched. "Y-you call him by his first name?" she whispered.

I grinned at her, giving her one of my signature charming smiles. "Hey, I call all of my teachers by their first names. None of 'em ever had a problem with it before. I don't see why anyone would have a problem with it now." I swung my legs off of the desk and walked over to Rapunzel. "Y'know, Punzie . . ." I began.

Rapunzel flinched. "Punzie?" she repeated. "What's that supposed to mean?"

I flashed her another smile. "It means you just earned yourself a new nickname. Get used to it, Punz. I give practically everyone a nickname. Hiccup here's no exception." To prove my point, I called over to Hiccup. "Isn't that right, Hic?"

"Huh? What?" Hiccup looked startled. He almost dropped his huge textbook on the floor. I laughed, and he joined in. Rapunzel showed a small bit of a smile. I walked over to the other girl.

"Hey there," I said. "You must be Merida, right?"

The girl looked shocked. She nearly dropped the rubber ball she'd been tossing in her hand onto the floor. She turned towards me, her face as red as her hair. "How'd yah know mah name was Merida?" she asked.

I shoved my hands into my sweatshirt's pocket and gave her a cocky grin. "Easy. Pitch said your name when you came in. Now guess what MY name is."

"Jackson Overland Frost," Hiccup called from the next seat over.

"Yah. What he said," Merida answered, cracking up. Hiccup and Rapunzel joined in.

"Okay, okay, you've had your fun, dude. But how 'bout I tell these two what YOUR name is?" I threatened him teasingly. His eyes bulged out.

"N-no way, JACKSON!" he shot back in a pathetic attempt to insult and stop me at once.

I smirked at him. "Fat chance that's NOT happening, Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III."

He buried his head in his arms as the two girls shrieked with laughter. Merida snorted and Rapunzel let out light, bubbly tinkling laughter. I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked when she laughed. Her green eyes shined, her soft, full pink lips shimmering in the light, her long, glossy blonde hair catching in the light . . . I realized I was staring and immediately quit it.

"Hey, you ladies wanna do something fun?" I asked charmingly. Both girls exchanged looks, then looked back at me.

"What kind of fun?" Rapunzel ventured cautiously.

"Oh, you'll see. You just have to trust me." My eyes twinkled mischievously and I grinned wickedly. "Follow me, ladies and dude." Hiccup let out a frustrated sound, but followed me when I opened the door and walked out into the hallway.

A/N: Some suspense here, right? This one's pretty long, I exceeded 1,000 words, coming pretty close to 2,000. This chapter was pretty boring, in my opinion. But I had to find a way to continue this story, so I was just like "Eh, let's get this over with." So this is pretty much what came to me. If you guys have any idea what I should use for my next chapter, leave it as a review and I'll read it ASAP. I'm pretty bored now, I've got two tests this week, but who cares? So, anyway, I can't find any way to continue this right now, so whoever has the best idea will get to have their idea put into my next chapter. Thanks! :D