The Girl You Never Noticed

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Jack
I tirelessly tapped my pencil against my desk. I hated Mr. Fredrickson's geography class. He always blabbered on and on about South America, which happened to be the topic we were currently studying. I sighed and glanced around the room, searching for something to entertain me. As my eyes darted forward, I spotted him. Hiccup. I consider him one of my many best friends, while he thought I was annoying. I smirked and ripped out a piece of paper. I crumbled it into a ball and tossed it at his head. "Psst! Hiccup!" I whispered.

His head shot around, looking for whoever called his name. I waved my hand and immediately he turned right back around. I chuckled and chucked another. "Hey! Hic!" I called as I tossed paper ball after paper ball. They surrounded his desk, making a mess on the floor.

"Jack, what do you want?" Hiccup growled through gritted teeth.

"I just want to talk to my best friend," I smiled with my million dollar smile. I leaned my head onto my hand. Hiccup rolled his eyes and faced forward again. I groaned and took out my best weapon. My trusty pencil. "I'm sorry, baby," I whispered then gently kissed it. I brought back my arm into the throwing position and threw the pencil at his back like a football. I tried holding back my laughter as Hiccup jumped from the impact.

"Ow." Hiccup whined as he rubbed his back. He sent me a glare and fixed his shirt. Hiccup was your typical "nerd". He was on the FFA team, math team, marching band, choir, and many, many other activities. He was also top of the class having a 4.5 GPA.

"Mr. Frost." Mr. Fredrickson scolded. Shit. I stopped laughing and looked at Mr. Fredrickson. His grey eyebrows furrowed deep in anger. He was one of the oldest teachers the school has had. He was probably a million years.

"Yes, Mr. Fredrickson?" I questioned. I sheepishly smiled at him, hoping that would get me off of the hook.

"Quit bugging Mr. Haddock. He's trying to pay attention and learn as you should be." Mr. Fredrickson glared. I sank in my seat, unamused with his scolding. Usually, they're a little funnier. Suddenly, the bell rang and we quickly sped out of the class, but before we exited, I grabbed Hiccup by the collar.

"Jack!" He cried as he tried to get away. I smiled and dragged him to my locker. When I let him go he fixed his shirt, unimpressed with my roughness. "What do you want now?" He questioned.

I looked at him and smirked. "The real question is what don't I want," He groaned yanked on his hair. "Oh come on, I'm not that bad." I chuckled.

"Seriously, what do you want, Frost?" He questioned. "Answers? Money?"

"No, no. I was just wondering about your tutoring sessions with bed head," I smiled. His cheeks became a crimson red. He looked flabbergasted. He fumbled over his words, trying to come up with excuses. "Look, if you like her, you should ask her," I smirked as we walked towards the exit.

"I-I can't ask her out! There's no way in hell she'll say yes!" Hiccup argued. He stumbled with his books as we hopped over puddles in the parking lot. A few of his pencils rolled out of his open pencil case.

"Ya know, Hic, your middle name should have been Clumsy instead of Horrendous." I teased as I unlocked my blue truck. He sent me a glare, showing that he didn't like my joke.

"Ha Ha, Jackson." Hiccup deadpanned. He fixed his glasses and looked at my passenger seat.

"Hop in, nerd." I smiled as he ran around to the other side and got in. We drove out of the parking lot and drove to his house. Hiccup grew up with what you would call the perfect family. He had a cat, loving parents, and lived in one of the best houses in Custer.

"Don't you have basketball practice?" Hiccup questioned. His green eyes gleamed with curiosity. Hiccup wasn't exactly a rule breaker, so the thought of skipping practice made him sick to his stomach.