Okay, so I felt like a complete jerk only giving you that sad excuse for a chapter after making you wait about 6 months, so here is another chapter!

Previously...

"And what are you staring at like that curly locks?"

Hiccup sighs, loudly. "Now you've done it."

"What the hell did you just call me?"

"Do I really need to repeat myself, curly cue?"

"JACKSON!" Merida says, intensifying her glare.

"Shirley Tem-" he doesn't get to finish that name. It is replaced with a yelp as, like lightning, Merida gets up from her chair and runs to Jack's side of the table. The poor guy has seconds for his brain to register what is happening before getting up from his own chair and speed walking away from her.

"She could kill him," Elsa argues with fear in her eyes.

I stand up. "I'm going to go make sure they both come back in one-" there is a loud crash in the lunchroom and everyone turns to look at the source of the sound.

There sprawled out on the floor and covered in his own lunch is Pitch.

"What the hell is your problem, Frost?" Pitch, demands getting up from the ground and attempting to flick his lunch off of his clothing.

"My only problem right now is you," Jack says, timidly. Whoa. Timid? Jack isn't timid! What the hell is happening!? "It was an accident, and I am very sorry that you are covered in your lunch. No need to cause a scene."

Pitch scoffs. "You really expect me to believe that this," he gestures to his black clothing covered in spaghetti sauce, noodles, and milk. "was an accident with the kind of things we have in the past." He laughs. "What kind of fool do you take me for?"

"Look, I said I was sorry, and I am. Believe it if you want to, but I have better things to do."

"I can see that your manners haven't improved, but when I speak I expect some form of respect. You know this, Jackson," he says Jack's name with such venom that my skin crawls. The tall teen shoves Jack's chest.

He glares at the darker haired teen. "I already told you: I don't have the time or the patience for your crap today, Pitch. And as for respect, you of all people don't deserve mine." Jack says, shoving him back.

I glance at Merida. She looks just as nervous as I feel. This isn't going to end well. My eyes dart around the room. Where are teachers around when you need them?

Jack's POV

What the hell am I doing? I can't fight Pitch. I've moved on from that crap, trying to be a better person and all. All of the beef is behind us now, or at least for me it is. And I have to think of all that he knows about me.

Pitch scowls down at me and throws a punch aimed toward my face. My hand catches it. "Is this really-" I am interrupted by Pitch's other fist comes flying toward my face.

It connects with the right side of my jaw, successfully slicing my bottom lip. My eyes widen slightly and look at Pitch. By this point, a few of his goons are standing behind him. I touch my thumb to the spot my lip hurts most and lift it so I can take a look. Just like I thought: blood.

"Did you have trouble blocking that one?" He asks sinisterly.

Anna gasps next to me, and Merida shifts a little. I put up my hand on her arm to stop her from trying to get involved. "I don't want to fight you," his other fist flies at my face. Plenty of time for me to have moved out of the way, but I refuse to give into what he wants and let the punch come.

This one lands on the top, left side of my face, just hitting the corner of my eye. And boy, did it sting like hell! I clench my teeth an tighten my jaw to keep from flinching. I can already feel my eye swelling up.

"Couldn't dodge that one either?" He says, smugly.

"Let me say this again, Pitch. I am not going fight you."

"What the hell happened to you, Frost? You used to be so much fun, always ready to throw a few punches. You used to-"

"People change, Pitch, and you are not worth me going back to the way I was."

"And is being a coward part of your changes," Pitch calls after me as I walk away from him. I ignore him. Just walk away before you do something you will regret, Jack. Think of what's already on your record and how- "Jamie would be so disappointed," he says a little quieter.

I stop dead in my tracks while Anna and Merida keep walking before noticing I've stopped. I can feel my body tense up and my eyes widen. "What did you just say?" I question without turning around. My voice is surprisingly hard.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" I don't have to turn around there's a smug smile on his face. "I said-" he doesn't get to finish that statement because my body turns around at a lightning speed while my arm simultaneously swings upward to allow my fist to connect with his face.

"Don't ever talk about my family," I snarl.

He rubs his chin and stretches out his jaw as he twists his neck to crack it. "Or what? Afraid that people will know what happened Jack? Of what they'll think?" He knows exactly how to get under my skin... And it's working. "No. That's not it." He takes a step closer to me and says much quieter, "You're afraid of what'll happen if he wakes up. Pathetic."

That is the moment that something in me snaps, and it becomes hard to keep track of what's going on. Insults and strings of profanities are said and punches thrown left and right to the stomach, the arm. It's insanity. I vaguely sense Anna and Merida, along with the entire lunchroom surrounding us. I know that Merida, and maybe even Anna, would literally kill get in on the action, but I also know that Pitch's idiot friends won't let them.

It is only a few minutes into our fight when a loud voice from across the cafeteria says, "Frost! Black! Break it up you two!" This outburst distracts me enough for Pitch send another punch towards my face. I am about to repay the favor when the voice speaks again, "Enough! Both of you in the principals office. NOW!"

The crowd slowly disperses, which gives me and Pitch space to start walking towards the office. The voice, I learn once sulking away from the crowd of my peers and friends belongs to Mr. Meyers. Of course. I am in so much freaking trouble. So much for turning over a new leaf. And my friends? I couldn't even look at their faces, afraid that I would find fear or disappointment.

Elsa's POV

"I can't believe it," Hiccup says next to me. It shocks me out of staring at the door Jack just left through. Merida groans and mutters a couple of Scottish words under her breath. "You're doing that anger thing again, Mer. Let it out but in a language we can all understand."

There are a couple of more words in Scottish before she explodes in English, "Damn him! That damn Pitch! The giant bas! Jack was doing so well! He's a complete bampot, but he was trying! And he, gah! I'll strangle him if I ever get my hands on that dark haired asshole! Having his moronic goons keep me and Anna back from interfering! I'll kill them and then I'll kill Pitch with their dead bodies!"

Anna nods her head in agreement.

"What's so terrible about this one fight?" Flynn asks.

Merida wanders a little away from the group cursing under her breath and swinging her arms around angrily. Hiccup glances over looking worried. "Jack and Pitch have history. This isn't their first fight, but he's been trying really hard to redeem himself for all of it. Made a few deals with the deans and is family for it and everything. But Pitch gets under Jack's skin like no one else." Hiccup shakes his head and points a thumb at Merida, "I'm going to try to calm her down."

Pitch gets under Jack's skin? My eyes widen slightly in realization. That must have been what happened when Jack lost it. He said something to him I know it. But what? I turn to Anna, "Did you hear anything Pitch said before Jack punched him?"

She thinks for a second or two. "Something about being a coward and disappointing, um, some name. What was it?" She smacks her forehead. "Think, Anna, think. Oh! I think it was something with a J. Jessie? Jennifer?"

My eyes widen as she continues to ramble off names starting with J. "Was it Jamie?"

Anna mulls this over. Her eyes brighten. "Yeah," confusion clouds her features. "How'd you know?"

That's how Pitch got Jack to fight. He talked about his brother. "Lucky guess," I mutter. "I, um, have to go," I call over my shoulder as I sprint out the door and down the hallway towards the office.

Anna's POV

Huh. I'm pretty sure there was an Elsa standing next to me two seconds ago. "Where did she run off to?" Peter asks from behind me.

"I have no idea, but she was asking about Jack," a knowing smile spreads across my face, "And it looked like it was in the direction of the principal's office.

Flynn laughs next to me. "She's got it so bad."

Rapunzel elbows him, but there is a smile on her face too.

"Yes she does," Peter agrees.

Olaf holds up Jack's bookbag. "He left this." If Jack left his, then maybe...

My eyes widen with an idea. "Oh no," Flynn says, noticing the look.

"What?"

"Stop that thought before it even leaves the station."

"Psh. That's- I'm not- Shut up! I'm not going to do anything." I glance around the room for Merida. "Merida," I call. She turns with fire in her eyes. Still mad. I point to Jack's bag. "Jack left his bag here. What about Pitch?"

An evil grin spreads to her face and a laugh rises out of her. She sprints off to where Pitch was sitting before being covered in his lunch. Hiccup follows close behind her. "Merida! I don't know what you're trying to do, but don't!"

We are watching Merida and Hiccup run, when another teacher says, "Alright everyone, back to class."

I sigh. Classes won't be the same without Jack in them. Oh well. Off to my boring classes.

Jack's POV

"Jackson," Principal Elias(1) says, "I expected so much more from you, especially with how many times you've been in this position in the past. I'm going to have to contact your foster family," I begin to object, but he holds up a hand to stop me, "and suspension or even expulsion is an option." Great. Suspension? I am so royally fu- "However, given that you have been following our agreement in keeping most of your grades up, and this is the first time I've seen you in quite some time," he pauses. "I will make an exception."

"Thank you so much Mr. Elias! You have no idea what this-" he holds up his hand again.

"I am not finished, Mr. Frost," he says with a stern look. "I have already had my secretary contact your foster family, and they should already be arriving shortly. As soon as they get here, we will have a parent teacher's conference. Nonnegotiable. I am giving you and Pitch in-class suspension for the next week and detention for the rest of the month. If you prove that you to me that you have started over, I'll end your punishment early."

"How can I prove that, sir?"

"We'll talk about that when your family arrives. Sound good?"

The corners of my mouth turn up a little. "Sounds great."

"Good. Now," he writes something down on a pad pf paper, and hands it to me. "Here's a hall pass. Head down to the nurse's office and get yourself cleaned up."

"You got it, sir."

"As soon as your family gets here, they'll come straight here and we'll have the meeting," he leans back in his chair and pushes a button on his phone. "Karen, can you send in Pitch Black," he thinks for a minute and puts a his fingers on his temples, rubbing them in circles. "And an Advil."

Karen, his secretary, answers from the other end of the phone. "Of course, sir."

"I will see you later, Mr. Frost."

"Thank you, Mr. Elias," I say leaving the room. Pitch passes me on the way and shoves my shoulder, purposefully.

Whatever. I know Pitch hasn't been like me this year. As far as I know, he's been in that office at least twice a month. His punishment will probably be a lot worse than mine.

I start walking towards the nurses office. It's within the office but further away from the principal. I move through a few hallways until I am standing outside of the nurses office. I lift my fist to knock on the door and holy crap! My knuckles are a mixture of purple and red. Ouch. How had I not even noticed that until now? I knock slowly on the door.

"Come in," a voice says from the other side of the door.

The hinges of the door creak when I slowly push it open to reveal the nurses office. There are a couple of cots lined against the wall and the other is lined with different cabinets and three desks for the three nurses normally on duty. Fauna, clad in her signature green apron, sits at of of the desks and looks up when I enter. She gasps and rushes over to me.

"Oh my," she cries, covering her mouth. "Here, have a seat," she gestures to one of the nearest cots. "Another fight, Jackson?"

I smile. Last year, I spent a lot of time in here getting patched up by Fauna, Flora, and Merryweather. "Yeah, but this is nothing. You should see the other guy."

She laughs. "Flora, you should get ready for another one of Jackson's victims."

There is laughter from the closet in the back of the office, where I assume Merryweather and Flora are. "Of course, Fauna." Flora emerges carrying different bottles and boxes of medical aids. Merryweather follows close behind.

"Alright, Jackson," the tinier one of the three says. "Let's have a look at you." She steps closer look at my face and a low whistle escapes her lips. "He did a number on you."

"But don't you worry," Flora tells me. "We'll have you good as new in a matter of minutes."

"Is it really that bad?" I ask. It's not like I've had the chance to look in the mirror lately.

"See for yourself," Fauna tells me handing me a small mirror.

I hesitate before looking at my reflection. Holy swollen faces Batman! "Ouch." My left eye is swollen and a bruise is already forming around it. My check and chin match the color around my eye but are slightly more swollen. There is a giant cut on my lip and dried blood all along it.

"Is this all we should be looking at?" Fauna asks.

"No," I reply still gazing at my reflection, poking the bruises. Yep, they hurt like hell. "My torso is probably messed up too."

Merryweather gestures to my shirt, "Let us take a look at it."

I comply with her request and remove my blue t-shirt. My theory was right. There are spots of red and dark purples all over my chest, and my ribs are killing me... Which is exactly why Merryweather chooses that moment to poke at them. I hiss in pain. "Ow!"

"Sorry, Jackson," she says, removing her hand from my ribcage. She turns to Flora and Fauna. "Definitely a bruised rib or two."

Flora claps her hands together, "Alright lets get started."

While Fauna begins to work on my face, Flora works on my torso, and Merryweather prepares for Pitch. The three women work fast bandaging and rubbing ointments and alcohol on my cuts and bruises. They rap my bruised ribs with gauze and give me pain killers and a pack of ice to ease the pain.

Pitch walked in some time while they were working on my injuries, sporting what looks like a broken nose, as many bruises as me, and, oh yeah, his entire lunch. And yes, it is very hard to cover up my smirk. Flora and Merryweather rush him over to a cot to help.

"It's probably going to hurt a little when you cough or laugh," Fauna thinks for a moment. "Or breath really. But if you regulate all of that and keep ice on it, it should heal in about three weeks." She moves towards the sink to wash her hands. And grabs a few things for one of the cabinets.

Fauna walks back over and hands me a couple of break and shake ice packs. "The rules won't let me give you any painkillers to take to your room, but if you need any, come straight here, even if it's after curfew or during class. We'll take care of it."

"Thank you Fauna," I say, hopping off of the cot. "You ladies are the best."

They all laugh. "Get back to class before you get in even more trouble, Jackson," Flora orders, kindly while she works on Pitch's nose.

I carefully put my shirt back on, lifting it over the bandages and then smoothing it over the top. "Thank you for everything," I call over my shoulder as I leave the office.

I glance at the clock. I'd be getting ready to go to my last period about now. I was really gone that long? Great. I only have about a period to think of the many different ways Claus and Bunny are going to react when they get here. I sigh. Screwed is an understatement.

My feet lead me back the way I came to get here. I wave to the secretaries that lead me to the nurses. Okay, Jack. First step, let's find your bag. It could still be in the lunchroom, that is where I left it. We'll start there.

A gust of air hits my face when I open and step through the door, and a relieved voice says, "Jack, oh thank glob!"

My lips thug into a smile. "Young lady," I respond with a fake sense of authority. "Shouldn't you be in class? Let me see your hall pass."

I turn to look at the smirking face of Elsa. God, I love that face. Her expression changes to concern and she steps closer, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I respond, shrugging. "Just a few cuts and bruises."

She looks relieved for a moment before pulling back her arm and letting her fist fly right towards my bruised arm.

"OW! What was that for!?"

"What the hell were you thinking?" She gently grabs the arm she just punched. "Don't ever do that again. You scared me," her anger has subside, and I feel myself smile again. She gently touches my black, swollen eye. I fight the urge to wince at the contact.

"Ms. Arendelle, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared about-" I'm interrupted when a pair of soft lips land on the spot her fingers were.

"I do, Jackson."

I look around the hallway. There are no students, so it can't be a passing period. Wait. Then that means. "Elsa, how long have you been waiting here?"

"Since you left the cafeteria."

"You cut class?"

"I needed to make sure you were okay."

"Of course I am. Just some bruises and cuts," I lift up the edge of my shirt to show her the gauze around my torso. "See? I'll be all better in no time."

"That's not what I meant, Jack. I mean, of course, I was worried that you broke something, but then, I just," she shakes her head a little. "Why did you punch him?"

I stare at her for a moment before looking down and sighing. "He started talking about Jamie, and something just snapped. I really didn't mean to, nor did I want to, but then," I trail off sinking into my thoughts of my brother.

"Well, Mr. Frost," Elsa's voice pulls me out of my train of thought, and I look up into her icy blue eyes. "I'd say you are no condition to endure classes." She nods her head towards the door at the end of the hall that leads outside. "Come on. I'll buy you lunch."

A smile threatens to spread on my face. "Isn't that my line?"

"Which part? Suggesting to skip? Or offering to pay for lunch?"

"Both I guess. Normally I'm the one suggesting we defy the higher powers of the school, and a true gentleman pays for thy lady's meal."

"Well, gentleman, I'm assuming that your wallet is back in the bookbag you don't have, and I'm already going to get in trouble for skipping the second half of my classes. What's the point of going back now?"

I ponder this for a moment. Here is Elsa willing to skip classes just to eat lunch with me. It's my three favorite things all together. Not being in class, food, and, of course, Elsa. How could I say no? I gesture for her to take my arm, which she does. "Lead the way, m'lady."

She laughs but complies. It's just the two of us walking towards wherever Elsa decides we should eat, her arm in mine, and even though my family is on their way and I am in so much trouble when they get here for that conference, I couldn't be happier. I glance down at Elsa and my smile grows. Yup. There may be dark clouds ahead, but right now, with her by my side, it's a beautiful day.

(1) Elias was Walt Disney's middle name.

Hope you enjoyed the Jelsa fluff because I sure enjoyed writing it :)

I'm already working on the next chapter, and hopefully, it will be posted before I start school again. Until then, don't forget to be awesome!