Trouble (Hijack)

Part 17

Warning: This chapter contains sever bullying (beating), very insulting name calling, and some violence.

Jack was still thinking about how amazing being with Hiccup was after his swim meet. Hiccup had planned everything out so he could surprise Jack to congratulate him. It made Jack feel really special and excited for once. He smiled throughout the next few days and felt lighter than air. Pretty soon he'd be winning that scholarship once the next meet came. He knew he had to practice longer and harder, but he was confident he could do it.

Unfortunately, he had to stay later so he could get in the extra swim hours he needed to practice. This meant he had to cancel a couple of dates with Hiccup.

Hiccup was very understanding about the whole thing but Jack still felt awful. He'd promised himself that once Saturday came around he was going to take Hiccup on an incredible date with just the two of them. Considering it was Valentine's Day he had to at least do something good.

He decided as he swam he could think up more ideas for the date and for gifts he could give Hiccup.

He was in the locker room changing when he heard Pitch's usual band of jerks come in. Jack usually chose his locker near the end so he didn't have to deal with them. He just continued changing.

Their voices got louder and Jack wondered why they seemed to coming closer to his locker. He finished getting his trunks on and closed his locker when two guys rounded on him and shoved him against the lockers.

Jack grunted in pain and looked up to see the entire swim team, including Pitch, looming over him.

"Well, well..." Pitch sneered, "If it isn't the fag."

Jack's eyes widened and he glared at Pitch, "Shove off." He muttered, picking himself up.

He was shoved back again by more hands. He looked around at them all angrily, "What now?" he complained, rubbing his back.

"Tell me something..." Pitch asked as he walked forward. Jack noticed he had something in his hands but couldn't tell what it was, "What's it like? Kissing a guy?"

Jack stared at him and realized that Pitch must have heard or seen something. He couldn't think of how he could have found out.

"I mean...don't you feel...disgusting?"

Jack glared at him just then, his fists clenching.

"And he's such a...God damnit, this fag is dating a cripple, guys! The dude had a fake leg!" Pitch laughed.

All the others made snide comments and laughed along with Pitch.

Jack grew angry and suddenly didn't care that Pitch knew. All he cared was that he left Hiccup alone, "You try anything on him and I swear to God-" Jack swore.

"Please, he's not even worth the time. He probably has a mental illness too for all I care." Pitch sneered.

"You don't get to say anything about him." Jack growled.

"He's not even that good looking for a guy." Pitch laughed, "So, not only are you a faggot and a baby killer; but you have the worst taste!"

"At least I can get a guy." Jack said defensively, smirking, "You can't even get a girl."

Pitch handed over something to his friends and Jack realized it was duct tape. His eyes widened when they advanced on him with it.

"Make sure no one can hear him scream. We're gonna work this fucker over good." Pitch sneered.

Jack fought them off and even tried running, but everyone on the team seemed against him at this point. They held him down on the benches and wrapped the duct tape all over him so he could hardly move.