The Nerd and The Jock Ch.2

Ch.2 How the Baseball Jock Fell in Love

*JACKS POV*

Hi, for those of you who don't know me, my name is Jack Frost. I just moved in this cold town called Berk, I can definitely say that it's different from where I came from. Though the people here seem to be…well similar to the ones from Russia. Yes, I'll admit it, I'm from Russia. Now I don't have any thick Russian accent or anything like that, because I've only actually been living there since I was ten. It's just my Uncle North who has the accent.

Some people tend to mistake him to be my dad, though I can see why, with us having white hair and blue eyes. Though sadly he's not, he is my dad's older brother. He has been my guardian since after the time when my parents died in a car crash…no one else really wanted to take me in except for North. Ever since then he became the best 'dad' I can ever ask for.

He is the manager of this famous world wide toy company, he sells and invents a bunch of new toys each year. Which is why we moved here in Berk, not really the selling part, but the inventing part is why we're here. My uncle decided to invent some new toys based off of historical Viking inventions. Not like swords or anything deadly like that, but more like a dragon play set thing where you become a Viking worrier and hunt many different type of dragons…something like that. Something friendly while also being from an interesting historical belief, and Berk was the perfect place to get that inspiration. At least that's what Uncle North said to me.

It is known that Berk has once been a place for Vikings to live in, 'The Hooligan Tribe' I believe is what they were called? I was surprised when my uncle told me about the moving thing, I mean usually we would travel to different places when North decided on an invention he wanted to do. We never stayed a place within more than two weeks, but when he said that we are living in Berk for much longer than that.

I didn't know why my uncle decided for us to 'permanently' stay in Berk, but I did know that I was really surprised and kind of nervous at the same time. I mean I've never lived anywhere but Russia before, and I didn't really know if I was gonna make any friends here. It was all so new, and different. Though I had a feeling that I was gonna be fine, I didn't know why, I just did. Like what Uncle North usually says, "I can feel it…in my belly".

Anyways, after living here and looking around the town for about a couple of days (I didn't start school till Wednesday) the Berkians seem to mostly care about one thing…physical skill. When I mean physical skill, I mean sports skill. It seems that the reason why the people here are mostly big and everything is because everyone wants to be
a part of a certain type of sport group.

I mean Berk has every sport; wrestling, football, basketball, baseball, ect. The other reason that I think the people here have so many sports is because of the whole Viking tradition thing here. Back then Vikings always do some sort of sport or physical exorcise to see how strong you are, and if you'll be able to be a great Viking or not. It's kind of a very interesting thing actually, but I do wonder if that's all Berk really have. What? No classic music? No elegant dances? No beautiful art museum...really?

Just hardcore violence and sport games…that's it?! Well at least there's some beauty in this town, I mean it has a nice view of the sunset and the snow (another thing that Berka and Russia have in common) here really glistens very beautifully under a full moon. So there are some other nice things here, but no one seems to be appreciative or realize this at all. That's when the fact of me finding a true friend, will be harder for me to do then I thought.

Wednesday came and I finally started my first day of school, Berk High is what my new school is called. The students here aren't as big as the adults, but they were still a bit bigger than me. Though once I've entered through the school gates, everyone looked at me in wonder…and a lot of them started to surround me. It was mostly girls though, which isn't too much of a shock because no matter where I go it seems that every girl wants to get a piece of me…Hey! I can't help but be handsome while having a nice charm to it.
Many of the girls kept asking me questions about myself. Things like; "What's your name?"

"What's your favorite color?" "What sport do you like?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Will you marry me?" ect. I've answered almost all of their questions (except the "will you marry me?" part), especially the sport question where I answered baseball to be my favorite sport. To be honest baseball is the only sport I like…and the only sport I know how to do. I mean baseball is a very simple game, and it doesn't really consist of me being big and bulky to that's a good thing (in this towns standard at least).

As I was pretending to listen to all the words and compliments that these girls kept saying to me, I looked at the far back of what was the commons area…and I saw something that caught my attention. There was a male student who was much thinner and shorter then most of the guys here and he looked like that he is the same age as me; he had brown hair with a tinge of red in them (depending on the lighting), small freckles across each of his cheeks, a button like nose, and he had the most beautiful green like eyes I've ever seen. He was wearing a scarf with light and dark green stripes on it that lay comfortably around his neck, a long sleeve dark green shirt that lay underneath a puffy like brown sleeveless vest, light brown pants (a lighter shade of brown than mine), two dark brown boots with matching colored fur at the end of the boots, and he was also wearing normal square-like glasses.

The first thought that came to my mind when I saw that boy was…'cute'. That's right; I thought that he was the most adorable person I have ever seen in my life. I was really tempted to go over there, and hug the cute boy so hard that he couldn't breathe. I mean don't get me wrong; I've seen plenty of cute girls in my life, but no one was ever as adorable as him. I then came to the realization that I wanted to know this boy, what his name is, what's his likes and dislikes, has he ever been to other places away from Berk before, what is his favorite color, ect. I just knew that I have to know this boy somehow.
Though since I was so busy with getting these girls to leave me alone for now; that I didn't realize that he walked away to the point that I couldn't see him anymore. I groaned in frustration, 'curses for me being so handsome', I thought. I wouldn't mind having an attractive look…if it didn't mean that would gain so much attention to the point that I loose sight something (or someone in this case) important to me.

'Wait a minute…why do I care so much about knowing this boy that I just laid my eyes on for just a few seconds? So what if he's adorable, he's still just a guy. I don't think I'm really the type that is interested in guys, and neither is him I bet. I mean yeah I bet that he's probably a really nice guy, but I doubt that I want to be with a really cute guy like him, right? And I really don't think that he'll be interested in me…right?' I thought that to myself, and that's when I started to realize. It wasn't curiosity that I felt toward this boy, no…it was want. And that's when it came to me…I had a crush on this cute mysterious boy with freckles and glasses.

Throughout the whole day of school I've realized that the brown haired boy (that I apparently like now) has almost all of the same classes with me except for 5th, you probably think that I was able to talk and get to know him better like the way I wanted to earlier right? Well…sadly you're wrong. In each of these class periods I ended up having to sit somewhere that is at least two or three rows away from him; making it very hard for me to try to talk to him. And every time I try to talk to him after class ends, he immediately up and leaves.

It wasn't any easier when it came to lunch, almost every girl tried to surround me and talk to me…again. It's because of that that I wasn't able to try to find him in the cafeteria and talk to him. 'Ok…this is getting annoying…very quickly.' I thought while believing that I was starting to get an annoying look on my face. So throughout my first day of school, I've spent trying to get to know this boy, but instead I talked to some other people that I didn't want to talk to in the first place. Man you had no idea how pissed off I was at the time, it felt like that if I was holding a snow ball in my hand, the snowball would instantly melt. Yeah, probably not the way I expected my first day of my new high school to be like.

It's weird for me though because I usually like getting attention from other people, I even kind of used to flirt with some of my 'fangirls' sometimes when I was in Russia. But now that I'm here, and I've seen the most cutest person in the world…I can't but feel really disappointed with me being so popular. I mean I know that that's probably something that everyone wants, but this is the first time that I wish that I didn't have it, that I wish that I'm not popular anymore. I didn't feel blessed, I felt cursed.

When school ended and Uncle North picked me up, he asked me how my first day of school went. I told him that it was good, but my face was probably saying "Worst. Day. Of. School. EVER!" He of course noticed it; so he kind of pestered me about it till we got home, but I didn't want to tell him that I wanted to talk to this cute brown headed boy instead of some pretty blond haired chick, because I didn't know what exactly he would think about this. He could hate me, or he could accept me. Either way, I didn't want to talk about it. Instead I tried to think of a few ways to get the boy with the green scarf to talk to me, or to at least get his attention.

So for the next few weeks I've tried, and tried, and tried, and tried to get the guy with the glasses to notice me. But no matter what I do, it seems that he's not interested in getting to know me at all. Like every time I see him in the hallways I try to get him to notice by smiling at him, but instead of getting a smile back from him; he looks away and passes by me like he couldn't see me at all. Or when I see him from a window to his art class room, he doesn't see me doing baseball practice at all but just drawing away on his sketchbook like I don't exist. 'Well, at least there's one person that's interested in art.' I thought to myself, which makes me like this guy even more.

Though one good thing came from these two weeks; I've learned what his name is, and a little bit more about him too. But the sad thing is that I didn't learn it from that boy, no. I've learned it from a couple of girls at lunch one time when I finally was able to find the seat that he eats lunch at. I pointed at him to the girls and asked them who he was.

"Oh you mean Hiccup? Yeah he's nothing really important here in Berk, he's just the son of governor Stoik; who's a great man by the way." One of the girls said, I wasn't really surprised about him being a son of a governor but the fact that his name is Hiccup. 'Hiccup? Who names their kid Hiccup?' I thought while being a little bit pissed about a parent calling their kid something like that. 'Maybe it's his nickname or something.'

"Is it really his name or is it a nickname?" I asked the girls, they then thought a little before answering.

"Yeah, I believe that it is his nickname. His real name is Hamish Haddock…the second I think...or was it the third? I don't quite remember." One of them answered; sounding like that she doesn't really care much, not for answering my question, but talking about the boy name 'Hiccup'. Making it sound like he's nothing important, which made me feel a little bit pissed at her for that.

"Though I can see why his nickname is 'Hiccup' because he really is nothing but an annoyance in this town. I mean seriously, he doesn't do any sports because of how weak he is, and all he does is read or draw on his sketchbook while listening to his iPod." This conversation was then starting to piss me off even more; she acts like he is a nuisance to the world when really I think that he is something different, of course I didn't say anything about it and let her continue her constant rude conversation.

"You know for a governor's son; you'd think that he would have at least one friend, but so far he has none. Though I can see why; no one really cares for him anyway, and no one really wants to be seen hanging out with a loser like him. In fact there are times when I wonder 'When is he going to end his life?' cause no one is going to miss him, he has been nothing but a disgrace since he was born. Even his father wouldn't miss him. Seriously Jack, you shouldn't worry about a nobody like Hiccup…Jack?" When the bitch finally shut her stupid mouth off, I looked at her straight in the eyes with so much rage and hate that I thought that I was going to explode any minute now.

"How can you say something like that about a person and not feeling ashamed about it? How can you be so cruel to the point that you want someone dead? Do you really think that he doesn't have friends because no one wants to be with him? No, I don't think that's it. I think he doesn't have friends because he doesn't want to be friends with any of you bitches and jerks in this town. If anything, I think that he is the better person than you will ever be." I answered with venom in my voice; she then looked terrified at me. Probably not expecting me to be like that, but I couldn't help it; she deserved every word that I've said to her. She of course then stayed away from me as much as she can, thinking that I'll rip her head off or something. Good, because I never liked her to begin with.

I remained pissed through out the day till the end of my best class (which is Math) when Mrs. Jenkins asked me to do her a favor.

"So let me get this straight, you want me to stay after school to tutor a student that's having problems with math in here?" I asked her bluntly while doing it in a bit of a rude way (because I was still pissed from earlier).

"Yes, if you do not mind of course. He has been struggling for quite some time now, and I don't want him to fail my class because he is a good kid and deserves to go to a nice collage place somewhere away from here." She said, sounding very worried towards the student most likely. I then sighed, knowing that she'll probably continue asking me to do this till I say "yes" to her.

"Ok, I'll do it. Who's the kid that I am to be stuck with for an extra hour or so?" I asked in a playful way but still holding an annoyed tone. She then gave me a questionable look from my behavior before answering my question.

"His name is Hamish Haddock, also known as Hiccup in this school." I then widened my eyes a bit, the annoyance and anger leaving my mind and being replaced with surprise and happiness. 'Hiccup? Hiccup is going to be the one that I'll teach? I'll be able to finally talk to him, and maybe get him to be my friend? YES! MY PRAYES HAVE BEEN ANSWERD!' I screamed in my mind, knowing that I'll say thank you to Mrs. Jenkins later. I was then tempted of hugging the math teacher, but knowing the fact that it's school inappropriate, I instead gave her a genuine smile.

"Mrs. Jenkins, I would love to tutor Hiccup after school today. In fact, I'll even be glade to tutor him every day after school if he needs that much help. I'll do all I can to help him, you have my word." I said, making an oath to not just the teacher, but to myself as well. She then smiled at me in return.

"Well then, I'm sure that you two will get along just fine. You two will come back here in this class room once when school ends, and you will have to teach him the things that he doesn't understand. I already talked to him yesterday about it, and he told me that he will come for help. So please do all you can to help him." After saying these words and me telling her that I understand she then dismisses me away, and I left her class room with the most happiest grin that I can ever make.

Throughout the rest of the school day I couldn't wait to finally see Hiccup and get to know him better, I even day dreamed a little bit about us laughing together and doing some pranks on one another, and us holding hands while walking through a snow like wonder…and us going over to my place and doing a few adult thing. I then mentally slapped myself. 'Bad Jack, no naughty thoughts while you're at school!' I scold myself in my mind, while kind of blushing a bit from the inappropriate thoughts. I then chuckled and thought, 'No wonder why I'm on Santa's naughty list.'

School finally ended and I immediately came to my math class room, trying not to be overly excited. I waited patiently for my cute Hiccup to come (now that I think about it, I kind of think that the nickname 'Hiccup' is actually kind of cute, and that it fits him in a way), and even though it felt like hours it wasn't till a couple of minutes till Hiccup finally came into the room. I then stared at him with my icy blue eyes while he stared at me back with his forest green ones, we stayed that way till he finally started moving over towards me and sated across from me on the big table. He pulled out his Alg. II text book while I follow suit.

It's weird because after that we didn't start by saying hi or anything like that; nope I just started to explain the first couple of problems to him. I was teaching him how matrices work, but while I was teaching it didn't feel like he was paying attention to my explanation. Instead I felt something staring at me, so I looked at him and noticed that I right. He wasn't paying attention to my lesson; he was staring at me in deep wonder. Like he was finally starting to find me fascinating and it almost looked like that he has been wanting to see me like that this whole time.

Even though I was happy about that, I was a little bit annoyed of the fact that he couldn't have done that a long time ago before I have to give him a tutoring lesson after a school day. It's not that I didn't want something like this from him, it's just that I hate repeating things to others.

"Are you listening?" I asked with a little bit of annoyance, but trying to cover it with amusement because I didn't want to be seen as a douche bag to him. I then saw him blush from embarrassment after hearing my question/statement, and so he was trying to hide his face by looking at my textbook. I kind of felt bad and thought that I was stupid for saying something like that to a person that I know the fact is sensitive to harsh words.

'Oh yes, try to make the person you like think that you hate him. That will surely make him want you even more.' I said sarcastically in my mind. I then tried to let him know that I wasn't annoyed by him anymore by explaining the words again and continuing on with my lesson throughout the next hour. I then saw that he was starting to get the concept, and I mentally gave myself a pat in the back for impressing the person that I like.
The hour passed and we were dismissed by our math teacher, telling us that it was time to for us to leave. I was mentally disappointed with this ending sooner then I wanted it to be, but at least it happened; I couldn't argue with that. After we packed away our math text books and worksheets; we started walking outside the school together. We both texted our guardians telling them to pick us up, and then waited at the front of the school for one of our guardians to pick us up. I then wanted to talk to Hiccup, though I didn't know what to say to him, but luckily he beat me to it.

"Thanks for helping me with my math, I needed it" He said with a cute dorky like smile on his face. No words can describe of how adorable he looked there and then. I then gave him one of my best genuine smiles I have.

"No problem, it was my pleasure. After Mrs. Jenkins asked me to tutor you after school to help you, I couldn't help but say "yes"." After saying these words he then looked at me with his wide green eyes, almost like that he was a little shocked that I said these words to him. Almost like he never heard someone say something like that to him.

"Why did you agree to tutor me?" He asked me with uncertain curiosity in his eyes. I then smiled at him before I gave him my reply.

"Cause believe it or not Hiccup; I want to help you. I knew you've been struggling with your math lately, and I never saw you with anyone to help you with the math. So I thought that maybe if I helped you then you would be able to graduate and we would be having the same classes together again next year, including math." He looked at me stunned almost like he never heard anyone say something as nice like that to him before. I then started to get a little worried because the next thing I noticed, his eyes looked like that they were going to shed some tears soon. I then immediately asked him to find out what's wrong.

"Hey, what's wrong? You look like your gonna cry any minute now." I was then trying to comfort him by putting one of my hands on his shoulder and squeezing it a little bit, so that I wouldn't end up hurting him. He then looked like that he was trying his best not to cry in front of me.

"I-I'm just touched, cause no one…no one has ever said something like that to me before. I've never had anyone care enough about me to actually stay behind and tutor me, or someone saying that they want to be in the same classes with me again next year. It's always someone saying that I'm useless and that I shouldn't even be in this town. That because I'm not in a sport team, so I don't fit in here…that I don't fit in anywhere. I don't even have any friends, just my black dog Toothless who likes to play in the know whenever we go outside" I then kind of fined the last sentence funny, so I chuckle a bit but still remained serious while listening to his story. He then told me of how much of a disappointment that everyone sees in him, including his father. And that he also said that there were times when he wished that he was like everyone else, that he was good at a sport, that he was big and strong, and can have all the friends that he wanted. He wanted to be all that, he wanted to be like me.

After hearing him say what has to be the most saddest thing that I've ever heard in my life, I instantly wanted to cry with him. But instead I did something that I've never done to anyone before, weather it is boy or girl, I embraced him. Both of my long strong arms holding him close to me while trying not to squeeze him too much. I thought that if I did, I might end up breaking him, because I've noticed while hugging him that he was actually kind of thinner than I thought. The hug I gave Hiccup felt very warm, and…nice. It was something I've never experienced before. He then did something that I thought he wouldn't do at all, he hugged me back. I felt really surprised, but very happy as well. Though I soon felt a few wet tears landing on my neck a bit, realizing that he was finally releasing the tears that he was holding back fro a while. I then squeezed him a little harder, making him realize that everything is ok. He seemed to be feeling better, 'cause it felt like that he was putting a happy smile on his face. I sighed a bit in content, 'If only I can see your smiling face, but I knew that I can't. That doesn't matter though, what matters is for me to comfort you and to dry your tears away.' I thought to myself while feeling like that I was just quoting some love songs or something.

We stayed like that for what seemed like hours but what really was a couple of minutes. We slowly backed away from one another, ending the warmth of our embrace. I then put my right hand at the back of my head and rubbed it a little bit. 'Well that was kind of nice, embarrassing, but nice none the less. I then saw Hiccup removing his glasses to quickly wipe the tears off his eyes. After he was done wiping the left side of his face, I then decided to wipe away the right side of his cheeks. He then turned around having our eyes meet again like before, and then I've noticed something; his eyes looked much more beautiful than before. I soon started to smile again at those beautiful eyes.

"You know, I've never seen you without your glasses before. Your eyes look much nicer than I thought." I said, making him blush a bit from the complement that I gave him. 'He's so cute when he blushes.' I thought, trying my best not to embrace the boy again.

"Th-thank you, no one has ever really complemented to me like that before." After he said that, I then gave him the look that said "really?" He chuckled a little bit from that and put his glasses back on, making me groan a little by not being able to see his beautiful eyes that way again. I then thought of what he just said again, making me wonder if this guy has had anyone doing something nice to him before.

"Is there anything else that no one has ever given you before?" I asked him, he then thought carefully then gave me a cute cheeky smile.

"Well, I haven't really been hugged by anyone since I was six. And that was around the time when my mother… was still alive." He then gave me a long pause, looking like that he was deeply thinking of what he just said. I then thought that he was starting to feel sad again, it then made me want to comfort him not just by hugging, but by telling him that I've lost someone that I've loved too.

"I'm sorry that that happened to you, my parents died in a car crash when I was a kid. I was soon adopted by my uncle North, who is my dads brother. He then took me to Russia because my dads' side of the family are Russian. So I kind of understand where you're going at." I felt a little bit surprised that I've told someone that I barely knew something like that to him; though it actually made me feel not…alone anymore. Like I've finally found someone who I can relate myself towards in a way. It felt great, and I hope that that's when he and I will become at friends to one another.

Hiccup and I then looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we're not so different after all. We then talked to each other about some other things like what our favorite colors and food are and what not for a couple of minutes until a big bald man with long braided blond mustache and bushy eyebrows, telling Hiccup to get in the black car. I then looked disappointed when Hiccup started to leave my side, waving a 'goodbye' to me and getting in the car. But before he drove off, I thought 'No, no I can't let Hiccup leave before I say something to him.' I then approached the car so I could say something to him before he leaves and I'll have to wait till tomorrow to see him again. He opened his window and I gave him the most genuine and lovable smile I've ever shown to anyone before.

"Remember Hiccup; you're not alone. You'll always have someone with you, you'll always…" I paused for a second thinking the right words to say next "you'll always have me." I finished, and he then smiled back at me.

"Thank you Jack" he replied. I then backed away from the car and the angry looking blond mustache guy droved away while Hiccup and I didn't stop staring at one another till he was far enough that we couldn't see the other. That day, turned out to be the best day of my life. Simply because I was able to finally talk to my dearest, sweet, Hiccup.

"I hope to see you soon…my cute little Hiccup." I said to no one but myself, while waiting for my uncle to pick me up; I kept day dreaming of me being with my beautiful green eyed Hiccup. Dreaming of us laughing and enjoying our times together, and that is how I, the baseball jock, feel in love with Hamish Haddock, a.k.a. Hiccup.

End of Chapter 2