Fate~ Hiccstrid Modern

Chapter 17: Surprise One

Towards the end of last period, the office voiced over the intercom a quick announcement. "We would like all the teachers to release their classes in the next ten minutes. All students please meet in the lunchroom."

Confusion and joy roamed throughout the classroom before the teacher hushed us, reminding us that we still had ten minutes to work on the class assignment. Focused was not the word used for these high school students. I guess I will get to see Hiccup a little sooner than I thought. Even if it was only by a couple minutes.

Five minutes left. I wonder what's happening. Did someone TP the tables again? Geeze I don't want to stay here until the culprits are caught.

Three minutes. I guess what they say is true. Watching time only makes it feel slower.

Two minutes. I wonder what Hiccup is doing right now. Maybe he's making another leg for Toothless after he broke the last one chasing a squirrel. Or maybe he finally finished the mechanism for his retractable, flaming sword. Cool, but I was surprised he was allowed to make that at school. Then again, they have ax throwing here as a secret club. Maybe I shouldn't be so shocked to find that okay.

I really shouldn't be shocked if there was a murder because of how flexible this school is.

Thirty seconds. Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven. Come on clock, count faster.

Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen. Here we go.

Five, four, three, two, one.

"Alright, class, you-" I don't think anyone heard that last part as we rushed out of the door. I certainly didn't. Even on crutches, I still ran faster than the kid sitting closest to the door. I wanted to see what happened.

TP on the folded lunch tables ended up being a bad guess. There was no toilet paper in sight. There was, however, a stage set up with three pictures on either side of it. Blue, white, and red flowers were beautifully decorated on the stage and surrounding the pictures. The canvases were illustrated with paint or plain, black and white pencil drawings. Each art piece depicted a single subject.

Me. I was at the center of all these beautiful pieces of art. Each one had me in a different setting. One where I was in my middle school uniform, spiking a ball down on our opponents. Two, I was in the library invested in the book I was looking at. Three, Managing the volleyball team with Hiccup beside me, my leg covered with a black boot. Four, Ice cream dripping on my hand as I wore a huge smile. Five, Hiccup and I laughing while we enjoyed our picnic together, sitting under a tree. And six, Hiccup and I dressed up as if we were Annabeth and Percy with the caption, "If we were fiction, we'd give them a run for their money."

I gasped remembering that conversation. The room was silent, surprising for a school full of loud teenagers. I looked back to the stage where I saw Hiccup holding a sign.

"Astrid," he breathed, flipping the sign over, the room gasping with me. "Will you make me the happiest man and go to prom with me?"