Chapter 3

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Hiccup's P.O.V.

I smirked as Astrid looked at me. I figured she was gonna go to this school, since it's the only one in town, but I was still slightly surprised to see her on the floor with her books scattered and everyone laughing at her. She quickly stacks her books and stands up, brushing her bangs out of her face.

"Uh, hi, Hiccup right?" she asks as I slowly stand up from my crouching position.

"Yup. Glad to see you remember me, m'lady," I say and she seemed to stiffen at the last word from my mouth. What's that about? 

"Uh, yeah. Well, bye," she says and starts to walk away.

"Forgetting something?" I call, holding up her book and she turns around before going red. I hand it to her and then she walks away.

After school

Astrid's P.O.V.

It was my first day and I already had a reputation. Got in like three fights because of names like "Sweetheart", "Honey", "Babe", etc. One person did call me "Cutie" and I was so close to punching them, but I gave them the finger instead. I was now at my locker, shaking my shoulders to the beat of Say Hey. I got most of my homework done in Study Hall so I just put my bag in my locker, packed with my first period books for tomorrow, and close it. I'm about to leave the school but they call me to the office on the P.A. system.

"Great, what now?" I grumble and walk to the office before being told to wait in the principals office. After a few minutes, he comes in and sits at his desk. "Can we please hurry this up, I have a job interview to get to," I say, with a look at my watch, and he looks at me with a blank expression.

"I'm pretty sure that can wait," he says and I shrug.

"I guess, it's just the possibly only thing keeping me off the streets. But whatever, take your time," I tell him and he sighs.

"Have you been listening to music in class?" he asks, making my crossed arms fall to my lap.

"Yes," I sigh.

"You aren't even gonna try to defend yourself?" he asks, shocked.

"No, I have no logically sensible reason," I tell him and place my phone on his desk. He looks at me in confusion.

"Be here first thing tomorrow morning," he orders and I nod before walking out the door and running to the Starbucks Cafe I had the interview at.

Time skip

I dragged my feet on the sidewalk. I got the job, but I've been running around since I got out of school. I was now carrying a bag of the cheapest food I could find at the store, trying to savor my money. So for now, my diet's going to be mostly junk food...and exercise. I go into my building and greet the landlady.

"Hi, Ms. Beaya," I say and she looks up from her magazine to smile at me.

"Hello, Astrid! How was your job interview?" she asks. I was already on pretty good terms with her; even though I rarely interacted with her since I got here yesterday morning.

"Got it! And another one tomorrow," I tell her and she crosses her fingers, hoping I'll get it.

"If you ever need any extra money, come talk to me, now, you hear?" she says and I nod.

"I will...after I get my life in order with the three jobs that I'm gonna have soon," I say and we share a chuckle before I go upstairs to my apartment. Once I have everything unpacked and in the cabinets, I go to the living room and lay down, pulling out my phone to text Criss.

A: Hey, Criss. What's up?
C: OMGosh! Where are you?! We haven't heard from you all day!
A: I moved.
C: What?! Why?!Didn't you tell us?!
A: Because I was busy moving my stuff and fighting with my dad.
C: You still could've texted when you were done.
A: What do you think I'm doing now? And is this the same Criss that dumped water and flour on me on my first day?
C: Haha.
A: So anyway, you wanna come over? Berk's not that far.
C: You moved to Berk?! Is your dad on the lamb?
A: Don't know don't care. He left me on my own so, Boo-ya!
C: No way, you have your own place?!
A: Yup! So get over here: (Address)
C: Ok!
A: Oh, one more thing: I'm not using my real name in case they connect me to my dad. 
C: Ok, what name are you going by?
A: Hollerkey
C: Got it. Brt.

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