Thank you guys so much for the reviews! They are really appreciated :) Here's the next chapter and I know some of you don't like the 'Cavity' pairing but I think that's the way it'll end up, so... yeah. Anyway, thanks to everyone who favourited and/or followed, and please enjoy!

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(Oh, and sorry but this chapter is a tiny bit shorter than the others. I was kind of losing inspiration towards the end)

Chapter Four

Pitch Black was alone and drifting, but not like an emo or a Goth. He was very clever, but didn't have the same sort of intelligence as a nerd. He was good at lots of things, but not great at them, not like a geek. He was definitely not one of the popular kids, nor a jock, a biker, or an artist. He didn't seem to fit into any category, apart from maybe invisible.

A lot of the time, as Pitch wandered from class to class, it did feel like no-one could see him. It was almost as if they could nearly walk straight through him and not even notice. Pitch did wear a lot of black, but that was because every other colour looked too bright on him. He had ironically pitch-black hair, and deathly pale skin, and was very tall for his age. There was one time he tried to wear a red shirt, and all it seemed to do was make him feel like the red cape the bullfighter used to taunt the bull. He never wore red again.

Being in eleventh grade was pretty easy, since Pitch didn't have to worry about status or bullies. He had gotten along fine all the way through high school so far, but he had always felt alone. He had thought that perhaps everything would be different in eleventh grade, but he had been wrong. He was just as invisible as ever. He had always been the last picked for sports teams in middle school - even the nerds had been chosen before him. He didn't really remember a time that he had even had any real friends. Even in kindergarten, the kids had been scared of the way he looked.

It was that day at school that everything really started to change. They were in Biology dissecting pigs' eyes, and Pitch had been partnered with Thea Fairy. Thea was a small girl with wide purple-blue eyes and blue-black hair with streaks of blue, purple, green, pink and gold. She had tanned skin and a few freckles across her nose, and she was terrifically good at Biology.

"Well?" said Thea, catching him staring at her, "Are you going to get the pigs' eyes or not?"

Taken aback at her forward manner, Pitch swallowed. "Sure, um, yeah, I will," he said. She was maybe the first person to speak to him since the creepy kid in sixth grade. That kid had been pretty weird, resulting in a traumatic experience for Pitch which had ended up with him in a trash can. That kid had been suspended for two weeks after that.

Pitch fetched the pigs' eyes for the experiment, and got them both aprons. Thea took hers and put it on, though not able to tie it round the back. "Could you tie it for me?" she asked, handing him the ties from around her small frame.

"Of course," said Pitch slowly, tying it in a bow.

"What was your name again, sorry?" Thea asked, turning back to face him.

"Pitch," Pitch replied. "My name is Pitch Black."

"That's kind of a cool name," said Thea. "I mean, since you've got black hair as well."

"Yeah, I guess so," said Pitch. "Thea Fairy, huh?"

"Yeah," said Thea with a shrug, "But I'm hardly a fairy."

"Shall we get on with cutting up these eyes then?" said Pitch, rolling up his sleeves.

Thea laughed, a pretty, delicate sound, and said, "Sure, we probably should."

After class, Pitch rolled down the sleeves of his black blazer and walked down the corridor, not expecting Thea to catch up with him.

"I know I've only just met you," said Thea, "but can I ask you something?"

Pitch's heart leapt. This girl was crazy. Was she going to ask him out? "Sure, what is it?" Pitch asked, hiding the waver in his voice.

"Well," said Thea, "I kind of need some guy advice. My brother is hopeless at advice of any sort, and Jack is never concentrating these days so I can't ask him, but how do you think I should ask a guy out?"

Pitch sighed. So she didn't like him then, at least not in that way. He chided himself. Why should he even be thinking things like that? Thea hadn't even known him until that day. "Um, you could wait for him to ask you out," he shrugged.

"That's kind of old fashioned though, isn't it?" Thea asked, wrinkling her nose. "I mean, I can't just wait. He doesn't even know who I am."

"Oh," said Pitch. "You should go and talk to him then."

"You think so?" Thea said hopefully. "Oh, I'll probably break down or something. I'm hopeless at talking to new people."

No you're not, Pitch silently contradicted her. She spoke to him only that day and now she was asking him questions that you would only ask a best friend. "Who is he?" he asked.

"Oh no, he's over there," said Thea. "Tuffnut Thorston."

Pitch followed her gaze to the blond-haired Tuffnut. Tuffnut was standing messing around with his mates Snotlout Jorgenson, and Eugene Fitzherbert who was a sophomore. Tuffnut was wearing a green beanie over his shoulder-length blond hair, and his hands were in the pockets of his hoodie.

"Go and talk to him then," said Pitch, though his heart sank.

"You really think I should?" Thea asked.

"Sure you should," Pitch replied. "Go on."

"Thanks, Pitch," Thea said, smiling up at him. "Are we friends?"

"Of course," said Pitch. "Now go." He watched as Thea walked over to Tuffnut and gave a shy hello. Pitch sighed, turned, and wandered back down the corridor.

Later that day, Pitch was in the quieter section of the school library, looking for a book to help him with his English homework. His eyes skimmed all the titles, searching for the right one. Pitch almost wished he hadn't decided to study English. At the moment, they were studying Shakespeare, and Pitch hadn't gotten around all of the old words yet. At that moment, a smaller person came round the corner and ran straight into him, sending both of them and the books flying.

"I am so sorry!" It was Thea. She looked up at him with her large purple eyes and smiled. "I've been looking for you everywhere, Pitch!" she exclaimed, receiving a hiss of 'Quiet!' from the librarian.

"You have?" Pitch asked. He started to pick up all of his books and put the ones he didn't want back on their shelves.

"Yes, and you wouldn't believe what happened!" Thea had a huge grin spread across her face.

"What happened then?" Pitch enquired. He had a few good guesses.

"Well…" said Thea and she began to tell him the story.

"Hey, Tuffnut, right?"

Tuffnut glanced up at her. "That's right," he said. "Are you one of my sister's friends? What does she want this time?"

"Oh, no, you've got me wrong," said Thea nervously. "I don't know your sister."

"Oh," said Tuffnut, pausing before saying, "So you actually want to talk to me?"

"Um… yeah," Thea replied shyly.

"Cool," said Tuffnut.

"Whoa, man," said Snotlout with a smirk, "You're actually talking to a chick?"

Tuffnut shrugged. "So, wanna hang at the skate park after school?"

Snotlout scoffed at Tuffnut talking to Thea. "You're inviting her?"

"She's better than my sister."

"Dude, I never even invited Ruffnut."

"Yeah, you did, but that's only 'cause you wanted Astrid to come. Anyway, you gonna come?"

"I didn't even tell you my name," said Thea.

"Oh, right," said Tuffnut. "So… what is it?"

"It's Thea, and sure, I'd love to come."

"So," Thea finished, after she retold Pitch the story, "I'm going to actually hang out with him after school today!"

"That's… great," said Pitch, trying to sound enthusiastic for her. "You sure are excited."

"It's nearly almost a date, I think," said Thea, a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Well," said Pitch, "Good for you, but I really need to find this textbook for my English assignment."

"Which one – Explaining Macbeth?" Thea asked.

"Yeah, how did you know?" Pitch frowned slightly.

"My mom taught me about that," Thea replied. "She's an English teacher, so she made me read a ton of Shakespeare." She picked out the right book and handed it to Pitch.

"Thanks," Pitch said with a brief smile, taking the heavy textbook in his arms. "I'd better be going."

"Okay," said Thea, tucking her short hair behind her ear, "See you in Biology tomorrow!" That earned her another 'Quiet!'

Pitch was walking home that day when he passed by the skate park. He had always walked home that way before, and it had never bothered him, but this time it did. He glanced over and saw Tuffnut Thorston doing some cool tricks on his skateboard, and Snotlout Jorgenson showing off to the girls. Eugene Fitzherbert was there too, but mostly in the background of things. Popular eleventh grader Astrid Hofferson was storming off, followed by her best friend Merida DunBroch.

"Merida, I'm leaving," Astrid was saying. "I can't stand this jerk any longer."

"We were having fun though, right, Astrid?" The red-haired girl was trying to persuade her to stay.

"You might have been," said Astrid. "Look, you stay and hang out with Ruffnut and that other girl. I'm going home."

"Alright," said Merida. "Are we still on for Friday at mine?"

"Yeah," Astrid replied. "I'll see you tomorrow." She cast Snotlout one last glare before walking off straight past Pitch.

Pitch caught Thea's gaze, his pale grey eyes reaching her purple ones. Thea gave a small shrug at Astrid's actions and Pitch gave her a small smile in return. Thea raised her hand and waved then, smiling back. Pitch waved back, and then decided he had better get home. He turned back down the sidewalk, and continued his walk home.

"Astrid, wait up!" Snotlout yelled, hurrying after the blonde girl. "Ugh," he said when he reached Pitch, "I hadn't even shown her my latest skate trick. I'd been working on that for weeks." He caught Pitch staring at him. "What you looking at, nerd?"

"Nothing," Pitch replied. "There's not much to look at really."

Snotlout scowled and Pitch immediately realised his mistake. "Are you dissing me?" Snotlout demanded.

Pitch took a breath and started to reply, but Snotlout already had his fist swinging into Pitch's face. Pitch took the punch, staggering back. Snotlout gave a smug smirk, but when his head was turned, Pitch drew back his own face and hit him back. It was Snotlout's turn to go tumbling down onto the sidewalk. This time, Snotlout stood up glaring. Everyone else had turned silent when Pitch had retaliated; no-one ever stood up to Snotlout.

Wide-eyed at Snotlout's rage, Pitch scooped up his bag, pulled up his hood and started to run. He could hear Snotlout shouting from behind him, but Pitch knew he would never catch up. Pitch was a pretty fast runner, even if he wasn't on any sports team. He was tall and fast, which was a definite advantage in this particular situation. Before he knew it, Pitch was nearing home and Snotlout was out of sight. At least, he was for the rest of the day. But Pitch knew he would have to face him again tomorrow, and he wasn't looking forward to it.