Sparks Fly ~Jack Frost X Reader X Hiccup~

Chapter 8

"Girls, seeing as it is the last day of term we are going to study mythology." Mr. Smith said confidently. The whole class groaned, including you.

"It'll be fun!" Mr. Smith exclaimed, walking over the whiteboard and picking up a pen. You sighed, resting your head on the table. A few of your classmates did the same. You heard Mr. Smith groan and he started writing.

"We are going to do a case study on the spirit of winter, Jack Frost." He said, writing the name on the board.

"Why?" You moaned, "He's not a myth."

Mr. Smith turned to face you. "Ms. (L/N), do you even know what a myth is?" He asked.

"A myth is a traditional story, usually based in the past and made up about a supernatural being... but there are also food myths... which I'm sure you're not aware of." You motioned to his slightly protruding belly. Thankfully, he didn't take it as an insult. He was too focused on the topic of Jack Frost. He ignored you, turning back to his board. "Jack Frost is a mythical spirit who is said to bring winter and fun to the world-"

"He also has a bad attitude." You rolled your eyes. You were still annoyed that he left you earlier, even if you had told him to talk to you later.

"What was that?" Mr. Smith asked, clearly glaring at you.

"I said he's a sweetheart." You smiled. Mr. Smith smiled back. "He is a lovely myth isn't he?"

"Sure." You shrugged, "Can I go to the bathroom please?"

Mr. Smith raised an eyebrow. "Well, seeing as we both love Jack Frost then yes you can."

You felt a pain at the word love and didn't know why. You stood up slowly, walking towards the door. You held the doorframe, glancing at the ground. "Can you see him?" You asked, spinning around. Mr. Smith looked at you. "I- No..."

"So how do you know if he's real or not?" You asked, casting your gaze on the ground. A few giggles went through the class.

"Look, (Y/N), people believe in different things-"

"So you don't?" You rolled your eyes.

Mr. Smith paused. "I believe that you are getting very close to a detention, Ms. (L/N), so I would stop."

You nodded, turning to walk out of the classroom. What Mr. Smith didn't know was that you had no intention of coming back. Besides, it was nearly the end of class anyway so the school, and your mom wouldn't even notice that you had left. You glanced at Mr. Smith one more time. He was writing on his whiteboard. You smiled. You had a date to go to.

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You stood on your balcony, staring out over the streets of your new home. Your mum was out, working like your dad, but you didn't mind. Snow was falling, covering the streets in a light dusting. You sighed, breathing in the cold air. You were so confused. Why had Jack gotten so mad at you? You were just friends, right?

"I'm sorry." You whispered. A snowflake landed on your nose and you smiled, searching for the winter spirit. But he wasn't there. You sighed, turning and walking slowly into your room.

You didn't care what you wore and so you threw on the first thing you could find, which happened to be the dress that Jack had picked up when you had unpacked. You frowned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The dress was white, tight fitting and dusted with near invisible tiny snowflakes.

"Alright then, if that's what you want, I'll leave you alone." You could hear Jack's voice clearly, ripping through your head like daggers. You sighed; looking over at the wall clock, you saw that it was a quarter to seven. You then let out a yawn, you've had a rough day today, and since it's only about seven, you'd decided to take a short nap.

You lie your head down on your pillow and within seconds, your eyes fell shut and you drifted off into sleep...