Soul Bound (Trollhunters x reader Fanfiction)

Chapter 2 - Becoming II

(3rd Person POV)

The smell of coffee and books was quite prominent in this morning's history class, Mr Strickler walking around the desks filled with his students who looked like they would rather be anywhere else at that moment as they listened to their teacher go on about The Peloponnesian War. “The Peloponnesian War was actually three wars, fought between Athens and Sparta.” He lectures, glancing around the room at his students, as his gaze sets on one in particular with [Hair Color] hair and tired eyes. His stare slowly becomes worried although for just a moment before returning to his speech.

“The first war is known as the Archimedean War. Type that into your search engines A-R-C-H-I-M-E-D-E-A-N.” He instructed, and continued to walk around the class. Though most were concentrated on the research they were doing, Toby Domsalski, was typing a different topic into his search engine, despite being focused he couldn't help but notice his blue eyed friend, Jim Lake, dreamily gazing at Claire Nunez.

He groans in annoyance and moves his hand across Jim's eye's. “Ugh! Really?” He mumbles, trying to snap him out of his daze. As if sensing someone was looking at her, Claire turns her head and meets Jim's eye's and gives him an awkward smile, before turning back to her own search engine. Jim, still slightly mesmerized, finally snaps out of it when he notices Toby waving his hand. “Close your mouth. You're drooling.” Toby says, in a playful manner as Jim clears his throat. “No. No, I'm not.” He denies, before finally paying attention to Toby's laptop. “What are you doing?” He questions with a raised eyebrow. “Research!” Toby said proudly, and continued typing as Jim leaned closer to his desk. “Hey, look up "talking amulet".” He said. “I already did that. All I got was toys… One of them was a plushie!” Toby exclaims as he points to the toy item now showcased on the laptop.

Suddenly a voice called out to Jim, startling him slightly. “Jim! Would you agree?” Mr Strickler asks, walking towards the two, as Jim looks around nervously. “Sir?” He mutters, confused. 
Strickler then adds on to what he previously asked. “With Herodotus’ opinion on his tactics of war, as I've described.” He repeats the question, more detailed now as he looks at Jim expectantly. “Uh…” He mumbles awkwardly, and quickly glances at Toby as a silent sign for help. Toby, not wanting to get involved, quietly whistles and looks away from the situation.

Jim continued to glance around the room, a silent cry for help to his peers. Soon his blue eyes met a pair of [Eye Color] eyes, the owner of said eye's silently mouthed “Just agree.” Seeing any other choice, he answered. “Absolutely…!” He says with a forced smile. Mr Strickler smiles and tilts his head. “Excellent. Which tactics, specifically?” Mr Strickler asks, with a knowing look as the [Hair Color]-nette winces, not expecting him to ask that question and glances away. “Uh.. The Winning One's…?” Jim says in an unsure, nervous tone. The rest of the class bursts out laughing as the school bell rings.

“All right, all right. Don't forget, Michaelson, chapters four and five.” Mr Strickler reminds his students as they begin to leave. Claire shrugs her backpack on her shoulder and grabs her friend's hand, helping them up since they were a bit wobbly from lack of sleep. “C'mon let's go, you can sleep on my shoulder during gym class …” Claire mutters softly, noticing her friend's dilemma before they hear Mr Strickler speak up. “Jim! Y/N! May I have a word?” He questions and motions them to come over. Jim looks up at the call of his name and accidentally drops his bookbag, his books falling out ,as Y/N nods at Claire to release their hand, and walks over to Jim.

Y/N leans down to help him, as they and Jim reach for the same book and their hands accidentally touch. Both quickly look at each other, staring for a few moments, before Jim quickly retracts his hand. Y/N shook the moment off and handed him the book as they both stood up. “Thanks…” He mutters, looking at them again before looking away upon hearing Mr Strickler clear his throat. Little did they know their magical items slightly glowed as they got closer to each other.