Noah´s POV
I strode outside the main building of the campus at the mercy of the cold winter air of the evening. I gave a sigh of relief; school was killing me and classes had just started, so it felt nice to have these kind of moments to just be there and relax.
"NOAH, HURRY YOUR LAZY ASS UP HERE AND GIVE ME A HAND WITH SOMETHING!" I heard Astrid call my name from above and I sighed at the shattered remains of my moment of peace.
'I'm going' I texted her while I was walking, you know, like an ACTUAL civilized person instead of putting my freaking head outside a window and shout profanities at the world.
When I reached her room, I was met with not only a punch on the arm by the Nordic blonde, but with a heavy box full of gods—know—what.
"Uh, what is this?" I asked slightly scared content the box had inside.
"Remember the project Mr. Nytro asked Fish, Ruff, and me to do? Well, it backfired in front of Mr. Nytro and these are the remains," Astrid said, slightly embarrassed for obvious reasons.
"He still gave you an A, though," Anna said, appearing out of nowhere and making me jump a little.
"Yes babe, but I wish he had given it to us because of our project and not because of his Pyromania," the blonde said, pouting a little and earning a kiss on the cheek from her girlfriend.
"You're so cute when you pout, you know that?" The multi-colored haired girl hugged by the waist and snuggled closer to her partner.
"Shuddup," Astrid said, trying and failing miserably to hide her blush.
"May I inquire, oh so great lesbians, if this is supposed to explode in any second?" I said, now creeped out and wondering if this was a time bomb ready to explode.
"Dunno, Mr. Nytro said it was supposed to just explode once but you never know with him." I gave her an incredulous look and almost threw the box to her when she started laughing.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding, there won't be any explosion, and I made sure of it." She waved me off like it was nothing to be worried about. Ha, sure, she wasn't holding this little device of mass destruction!
"Anyway, how have you been? You know, living with your ex and all." She had to ask, didn't she? The one subject I had been trying to avoid and she just brings it up to the table as if it was the morning newspaper. I kept myself silent and looking forward, not caring (read: daring) to look at the face of one of my best friends. "It must be hard for you, right? I wouldn't want to think if I had to live with one of my exes" she tried to joke but it left a bitter taste in my mouth after she said it.
"Touchy subject, got it," the blonde at my left said, trying to lessen the tense atmosphere that had grown with my silence. Honestly, I'm more pissed at her for not noticing or caring that, YES, it is a touchy subject, and that No, I don't want to talk about it, even though she didn't ask that.
"You don't say," I snapped at her. "Maybe if you just paid more attention to subtext you could understand better, don't you think? Or maybe you could see why Hiccup left if you're so observant of everything!" I just walked faster. I know I'm just being an asshole for doing that without a valid reason, but this just always puts me on edge and I don't even know why! He's my ex-boyfriend, for Odin's sake, I shouldn't have feelings for him; not even with the way he dumped me.
"TOOTHLESS!" Hearing my former nickname, I turned by instinct and gazed toward the pretty couple that stood some feet behind me. Astrid wore a 'I'm fed up with your shit' face and Anna had an 'I did the best I could to lessen it' face.
Yup, I'm screwed.
"First of all, you don't even know where we're heading, so you taking the lead is dumb." She walked closer with a deadly calm that had me squirming internally.
"Secondly, I know-no, we know that your break up with Aster is something you resent greatly, whether for love or for hatred to him, I don't care." She walked closer still, and I was sweating bullets; she had this gaze on her face that told me I was going to be torn apart molecule by molecule. "But that doesn't give you the right to be an asshole to the people who care about you, or to use that as an excuse to blame me." Her voice steeled even more, and I was sure I'd be having a heart attack by the sheer intensity of her look.
"Now, what we are going to do next is leave this in the trash deposit because I can't throw it away anywhere else, and then we'll go for something to eat because I'm starving and I'd rather eat than tear your throat right now and you'll do everything I say, got it?" She finished, never breaking eye contact with me. I managed to nod at her, waiting for the worst.
"Great!" She beamed, jumping a little. "Because there's this party I've been wanting to throw for so long, you have no idea! But I need to prepare everything and Anna will be busy, so after we eat and leave this piece of garbage where it belongs, we will start with the preparations, thanks Toothless!" I only stared at her with a dumbfounded expression. She wasn't mad. She wasn't even angry, well maybe a little, but that's beside the point.
"I told you not to do that, Astrid," Anna chided her while the blonde just stuck out her tongue, looking anything but guilty.
"Sorry Toothy, I couldn't help myself, you know; I think acting is really for me." She walked on, linking her arm with the multi-colored haired girl's and sauntered ahead of me, leaving me behind in my own stupor.
She wasn't mad. She was pure evil.
"Toothless, come on!" my best girl friend said, urging me to catch up with her until I realized.
She has been using my old nickname.
"I thought we agreed that you would stop calling me like that," I grumbled, walking faster in order to catch up with them.
"Yeah, but I think you deserved the treatment." She smiled at me with pure malice. Something tells me that this won't be the end of it.
'Help me with the party,' she said. More like, 'do everything while I go to make out with my girlfriend in my room.'
After the little incident with Astrid in the hall, we went to the garbage deposit and found Mr. Nytro throwing, against his will, all the Styrofoam that he had, being watched by a fuming Monica, who was grumbling about paperwork this and paperwork that. We made idle chat while we deposited the not-on-purpose-make-up bomb and went to the food court to grab something to eat. At that moment, Astrid thought it would be a great idea if she left with Anna and gave me a note with all the requirements for the party.
I left to go buy the things we needed for the night in the next couple days. When Astrid wanted to do something big, she did it. Because damn! The stuff in this list should be able to feed a small army.
It didn't take long to arrive to the supermarket near the campus. I parked my car near the entrance and got into the building; even being Wednesday, it sure was packed with people. Sighing at the prospect of having to be here, I grabbed a shopping cart and made my way to the first thing on the list.
I kept strolling down the fully-stocked hallways with a sense of inner peace in me; at times like this, I really enjoyed this calmness that came with the solitude. Just you, your thoughts and if you brought your phone, then music could always help. I didn't bring my earphones but I enjoyed it nonetheless.
It was all good until a guy with spiky dark blue hair and light gray eyes came and started flirting with me, more like pestering me, if I may add. So as any person who was in this situation I decided to ignore him, but the dude was persistent. He didn't stop talking about how some of his friends and him got super wasted at a party and couldn't even remember where they were anymore.
No. Just. No.
I had been strolling around for almost fifteen minutes and this guy just wouldn't back off. Trying to remain calm, I took a deep breath and faced the blue-haired male next to me, interrupting him in midst of his "so-glorious-ONS"
"Sorry, eh, what was your name again?" I asked with a really forced smile on my lips. And I swore to the gods that if he didn't stop talking I would punch the daylights out of him in a moment.
"WP," he said smugly, "stands for my awesome nickname Whispering Death." I just gave him a deadpanned expression that practically screamed, 'Seriously?'
"Oh yeah, I earned it by beating up some guys and-" Why must the gods punish me? What did I do to deserve this?
"Okay, sorry Whisper, but I really gotta go and my friends are still waiting for me on the campus, talking to you was…. An experience, good bye," I said and made my way to the cash register.
"You study on Berk College too? Awesome!" I turned around, bewildered about how he got that information, but my expression turned into one of rage when I saw him holding my wallet and checking my ID. Okay, that's it, this guy is dead.
I raised my fist, ready to punch him in the face, when I saw Aster stomping my way with a girl with caramel skin and swooning eyes clung onto his arm. As bile rose to my throat at the sight, I turned to the jerk with no personal boundaries and asked for my wallet.
"Oh! Nice wallet by the wa-"
"Who is he?"
And I'm screwed.
OK so heheh, yeah I'm late... again. Nevertheless I got it! I swear to god I'm really rusty trying to write this and trying to make an excuse as to why I'm late, but there's none. being honest, I was procrastinating, so what do you think? its nice that I'm back from the dead and posting more or less constantly or did the magic really die? being honest i think the next three chapters are the ones that I wanted to write for so long because finally we get together almost everyone and to say things will be awkward will be an understatement. Gotta love context and subtext really.