Note: Bro, honestly, this book is so hard to revise. I wrote this when I was twelve. I knew nothing about relationships, I knew nothing about how they worked, how the people acted, what the consequences and opportunities were. It gets pretty embarrassing to read something I wrote in the past where everyone is so out-of-character, so humiliatingly just bad. 

The original plot line for this point in the story is that Hiccup gets a girlfriend OUT OF NOWHERE. Like they kissed in the last chapter and now Hiccup gets a girl??? That's not Astrid??? Instead of cringing I'm just laughing it off because?!?! Twelve year old Jae is so stupid it makes my sides hurt. 

I'm so glad I grew up.

Here's a decent chapter (I hope).

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—a s t r i d 

It had been five days.

My relationship with Hiccup had been... quite peculiar. 

There's a point where I desperately try to be civil with him, avoiding awkwardness as much as possible. So far, all my attempts had been unsuccessful. It always ends with a few embarrassing stutters, or a stupid rambling session, or someone suddenly cock-blocking (this one I am grateful about). Neither of us had addressed the 'incident.' Neither of us seemed to have the guts to do so.

There were even more peculiar things that happened thereafter. 

Somehow, word had gotten out that there is something happening between me and Hiccup. For the past few days, I've been getting weird letters in my locker, some of them threatening, some just plain trolling. My Facebook account had been locked out for a short period of time, and that's when I started to find that something really was off.

I've been guessing that my account is on high bounty to get hacked so people can find 'juicy' information about my current whereabouts. Jokes on them, though. I'm not even friends with Hiccup on Facebook.

For the five days that had happened, though, my friend dates with Ruffnut had frequented. Time and time again, she checks up on me to ensure that I was fine. I was trying to be. I still believe that my feelings for Hiccup weren't actually resolved. Sure, there was a confession. Sure, there may have been fleeting, small kisses. But I needed confirmation. So far, all I've been getting is a headache, and likely enough, heartache.

"Attention!" There was a booming sound from the corridor speakers, and suddenly the hallway went miserably silent. "Students! The Supreme Student Council are more than honored to announce that the Glamour Ball will start on the 18th of December, and partners can be freely chosen. Make sure to dress up according to the given guidelines. The annual contest of Campus King and Queen resumes this year! Thank you for your kind attention."

The sounds simmer down to an obsolete pause, and the corridors return to life.

I can briefly hear students gawking about their future plans: who their hottie of choice comes to be, what clothes they will wear, secret agenda for after-parties (oh, we introverts are just not made for these). High school is a train-wreck. I'm just seeing the manifestations of it now.

My mind drifts off to Hiccup. For all reasons whatsoever, there is the slight hope blooming within me, hoping he asks me out. It's just wistful thinking, almost like an immeasurable varsity goal. You can't be the top of the world over night. I can't be the center of someone's attention just because they gave a kiss or two. It almost never goes that way, especially for edgy, angsty, fourteen-year olds. I am no exception.

So I've been ignoring Hiccup. That is no longer questionable. I was not expecting much, that's why the next scene I saw shot me down lifeless, hopeless, and utterly defeated.

Hiccup had already found his prom date.

It was not me.

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—h i c c u p

For the longest time, Heather had been one of the constant people pursuing me. Yes, one of, I am vaguely aware of how many people actually wanted my attention. I'm trying not to get it to my head but that's exactly what I'm doing.

Today, the initial announcements for the Glamour Ball had been released. In the back of my mind, I've been avoiding people before all Helheim goes loose, and my status as mister-campus-popular gets sabotaged for free dates once again.

Heather, as to no one's surprise, is first on the list.

I decided to give her a chance — talk some sense into her, most probably. 

It was all going well. The conversation started a little tense, since I was holding back from accidentally retorting a rude comment or two, but things eventually went pretty swiftly. There was a gut feeling inside of me bubbling for what's worth, and that's when I started to believe that something was wrong.

At the corner of my eye, I saw Astrid Hofferson, the protagonist of my dreams for the past couple nights, desolate and looking completely broken. Something was terribly wrong, and my instincts told me I've messed up.

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Note: Not a bad chapter anymore? Ha-ha? Anyway, hello! I've been busy writing the whole day, and today was especially a time spent for a very angsty story I've wrote called Wayfarer at the Zephyr. It features PJO characters Will Solace and Nico di Angelo, and man, it's pretty heavy stuff, just saying.

I will be busy for the next couple days, but I hope I'll get to finish the other revisions! It's been long due.

Old Author's Notes:

■°''Author's Note''°■

Low!!

I almost cried typing this chapter :'(

Did I upset you guys??Sorry!

SPOILER ALERT!Heather is up to something... >:)

I'm such a mean author XD

Anyways,this chapter is for the awesome httyd_2slays and life_of_demigod!! :D

So buh-bye!!And see ya laterz!

~TheCoolestAstrid XOXO