Harold looked like he zoned out a moment there. Astrid resisted waving her hand in front of his face.
"Oh! I almost forgot that, didn't I? Yeah, you'll need that too. In case--in case you change your mind or if... something comes up. If you're too busy." Why was she rambling now? Anyway, she exchanged numbers and flipped her phone closed, depositing it in her pocket. Her smile brightens, albeit her lips a faint blue from the chill.
One last draw from the cigarette then she drops it, stamping and twisting out the light with the sole of her boot. "And I checked the time, guess I better go. Before my nose runs and I won't be very cute."
Lame joke, but he'll laugh because she is cute.
The other hand shoved deep in her pocket, she flicks a one hand wave as she walks past him to leave for class. When she turns the corner and reaches the door, Astrid immediately halts just in time from colliding into one of the teachers blocking the entrance.
...Well, crap. Seems she miscalculated just how much time had passed.
He'd pat himself on the back for his quick-thinking and slickness later. Because what he did was indeed quick thinking and very slick.
While the teacher was busy frowning at Astrid, he bent down awkwardly and picked up the cigarette, and swooped up next to her, slipping his hand into her purse in a way that looked like he was just accidentally bumping into her too, before drawing it out and placing what he'd grabbed in his back pocket.
"Aw, come on, you found a teacher to rat on me that fast?" he said, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and stamping on it very obviously, but stamping on it too quickly for it to be noticeable that it was already out.
It made it look like he'd been the one smoking it.
Before she could explain, he had intervened and stole the teachers attention away from her just like that. Shocked, Astrid jerked her head to stare at Harold.
No way would that fool the teacher. He's the minor here, after all. And shouldn't she take consequences for her own actions. Astrid held up her hands peaceably and shook her head, finally opening her mouth and tried to interject.
In his eyes, it was worth it. It wasn't just to impress her, it wasn't to try to win her over, it was--
He saw that look he shot back at him and it felt like something was tugging at hooks in his chest, and with that feeling came the simple thought that he just didn't want her to get in trouble. He just...didn't want her to.
And that ran even deeper, to another thought:
I'd do anything for you.
That, he decided, was a pathetic thought, when he was feeling it for someone he barely knew, but somehow, at the same time, it also felt right. It felt perfectly normal and not creepy like it should have been, it felt like he'd take a bullet for her--
Because she'd do the same for me--
It was confusing, because he didn't know what was just...desperation and what was something more, something--
She's my friend and I care about her.
--something strangely connected--
She believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself.
Why did looking at her make him feel like he was torn in two?
Why can't you remember how you feel about her? Why can't you remember who you are?
Why did it make him feel like he was missing something?
WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?
There was a strange feeling, and it was like having a word on the tip of your tongue, and then she turned away, and that word was lost for good and the feeling was gone.
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"Oh! I almost forgot that, didn't I? Yeah, you'll need that too. In case--in case you change your mind or if... something comes up. If you're too busy." Why was she rambling now? Anyway, she exchanged numbers and flipped her phone closed, depositing it in her pocket. Her smile brightens, albeit her lips a faint blue from the chill.
One last draw from the cigarette then she drops it, stamping and twisting out the light with the sole of her boot. "And I checked the time, guess I better go. Before my nose runs and I won't be very cute."
Lame joke, but he'll laugh because she is cute.
The other hand shoved deep in her pocket, she flicks a one hand wave as she walks past him to leave for class. When she turns the corner and reaches the door, Astrid immediately halts just in time from colliding into one of the teachers blocking the entrance.
...Well, crap. Seems she miscalculated just how much time had passed.
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While the teacher was busy frowning at Astrid, he bent down awkwardly and picked up the cigarette, and swooped up next to her, slipping his hand into her purse in a way that looked like he was just accidentally bumping into her too, before drawing it out and placing what he'd grabbed in his back pocket.
"Aw, come on, you found a teacher to rat on me that fast?" he said, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and stamping on it very obviously, but stamping on it too quickly for it to be noticeable that it was already out.
It made it look like he'd been the one smoking it.
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Hiccup reached into his pocket and held out the lighter and the empty carton that he'd snagged from Astrid's purse. Good thing it'd been right on top.
"Which, okay, that's lame--" Eyeroll. "--but she shouldn't get in trouble for what just I was doing."
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Before she could explain, he had intervened and stole the teachers attention away from her just like that. Shocked, Astrid jerked her head to stare at Harold.
No way would that fool the teacher. He's the minor here, after all. And shouldn't she take consequences for her own actions. Astrid held up her hands peaceably and shook her head, finally opening her mouth and tried to interject.
"Mrs. Norbury that's not--"
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Oh, and Astrid, you severely underestimate his rep for disruptive behavior.
"Ms. Hofferson, head to class. Stenson, office. Now."
She bought it, totally and completely.
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Unbelievable. He was really set on taking the blame, wasn't he.
Astrid gave one last apologetic look back at Harold then she nodded and adjusted her purse on her arm and proceeded past them on her way inside.
She will leave it in his hands to explain why he fancies carrying around a fuchsia lighter.
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He saw that look he shot back at him and it felt like something was tugging at hooks in his chest, and with that feeling came the simple thought that he just didn't want her to get in trouble. He just...didn't want her to.
And that ran even deeper, to another thought:
I'd do anything for you.
That, he decided, was a pathetic thought, when he was feeling it for someone he barely knew, but somehow, at the same time, it also felt right. It felt perfectly normal and not creepy like it should have been, it felt like he'd take a bullet for her--
Because she'd do the same for me--It was confusing, because he didn't know what was just...desperation and what was something more, something--
She's my friend and I care about her.--something strangely connected--
She believed in me when I didn't even believe in myself.Why did looking at her make him feel like he was torn in two?
Why can't you remember how you feel about her? Why can't you remember who you are?Why did it make him feel like he was missing something?
WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME?There was a strange feeling, and it was like having a word on the tip of your tongue, and then she turned away, and that word was lost for good and the feeling was gone.