Hiccup walked through the doors of the school and went to his table as he waited for the bell to ring. "Hey, Hiccup! Wanna hang out at Raven's Point Cafe today?" Tuffnut asks as he sits next to the boy.

"No thanks," Hiccup replies.

"Why not?" Tuffnut whines, "You never go out with us!"

"Because it's usually passed my curfew," Hiccup tells him.

"So? We all have curfews, we don't pay any attention and we're fine," Fishlegs says as he joins the two.

"Sorry. I like my curfew," Hiccup says.

"More like you're scared," Snotlout mutters as he walks up.

"I am scared. Of my dad," Hiccup says with a nod.

Suddenly, a bunch of excited screaming sounds, making the boys turn their heads and look at Astrid and her group as they par-cored through the commons. They were jumping off tables and flipping across the floor in blurs. Suddenly, Astrid jumped onto her friend, Eret's, shoulders and hooked her legs under his arms. They then did a couple of two person flips before breaking apart and going their separate ways.

"See, you should be more like Astrid!" Tuffnut says. All Hiccup had to do was point to her as the principle stormed up to her and his friends shut their mouths.

"Ah, look at her," Snotlout said dreamily after a pause. She had her arms crossed and a serious look on her face as she obviously tuned the man out. She looked shameful, but Hiccup had seen her pull this more times than he could count. "Oh, the poor angle," Snotlout said as fake tears slipped into the blond girls eyes.

"You guys are seriously falling for that?" Hiccup asked as he saw the principles mood change. The man patted her shoulder before walking away for her group to crowd her. Ruffnut, Tuffnut's sister, was among them.

"Wonder what's going on," Tuffnut said before walking over. Hiccup, Fishlegs, and Snotlout watched him exchange words with his sister at the edge of the group before he walked back over, looking saddened.

"What's wrong with my angle?" Snotlout asks.

"Apparently her brother slipped into a coma this morning," he answered.

"Doing something against the rules of his family, no doubt," Hiccup muttered.

"Her family doesn't have rules, idiot," Snotlout says.

"Well, then, that explains it. Wouldn't be surprised if she's next," Hiccup says.

"At least I'm not so up-tight that people mistake me for a trampoline spring," Hiccup spun around to see Astrid standing behind him with crossed arms. "What's your name?"

"Astrid. We've been going to school together since 5th grade," Hiccup tells her blankly.

"Huh. Well, nice to meet you," she says and lightly punches his shoulder before walking away, to her groups table.

"We've met before!" he called after her before opening a book.

"Ooh! Better yet! Astrid's throwing a party tonight! I bet I can get us some invitations!" Tuffnut says.

"I'm in," Snotlout says.

"Please," Fishlegs says before everyone turns to Hiccup.

"Oh, sure. I'd love to go to a party thrown by a girl who can't even remember me," he says sarcastically.

"Great!" Tuffnut says before running to the popular table.

"No, I was kidding!" Hiccup shouted but the boy didn't stop.

Astrid's P.O.V.

I sat on the back of my chair and rested my elbows on my knees. I was tuning my friends out as I thought about my brother. It's seriously like him to dare his friends to run him over by a four-wheeler. He's the stupidest person in our family. Suddenly, I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see Ruffnut's brother, Tuffnut, smiling at me like crazy.

"Hey, Astrid," he said awkwardly, fist-bumping my shoulder. I look at him blankly as Ruffnut face-palmed.

"Can I help you, brother of Ruffnut?" I ask.

"Uh, well-um, y-you see," he stuttered, chuckling nervously.

"Tuff. She's a human. Talk to her like she's a human," Eret said, smacking him lightly upside the head.

"Right. Um, my friends and I were wondering if-" I cut him off.

"I thought I already sent you guys invites," I say.

"Uh...y-you did?" he asks.

"Yeah, I gave each of you a plus one," I say in confusion. His mouth gaped.

"E-even Hiccup?" he asks.

"The toothpick dude? Yeah, I invited everyone in the grade," I tell him.

"Uh, well. This is awkward," he says, rocking on his feet in embarrassment.

"Just come by, tonight. You'll be on the list," I tell him, lightly smacking his arm.

"Thanks!" He cheered before running back to his group.

"It's not like he's not going to come anyway," I chuckle with a look at Ruffnut before she rolled her eyes. The bell rings and I race my group down the hall to History. I take my seat in the back corner of the room before ripping a piece of paper out of my notebook. I started to fold it into a plane when someone sat next to me.

"Airplane in school? Kinda cheesy isn't it?" they say under their breath.

"You say cheesy, I say art," I say as I hold up the plane, evenly folded and pointed. I was surprised to see the toothpick in the desk next to mine. "What's up, Toothpick?" I ask cheekily.

"I know you know my name, Astrid," he groans.

"Yeah, but you look more like a Toothpick," I say as I start folding another plane.

"And you look more like a Slut," he mutters.

"Whoa, isn't it against your precious rules to call someone a slut?" I ask.

"I make exceptions," he growls. I gasp dramatically.

"I'm so honored!" I say sarcastically and he rolls his eyes. I let the planes fly before raising my hand.

Hiccup's P.O.V.

The teacher nods to Astrid and she stands up before slipping something into the collar of my shirt as she passed me. I slap my hand on the back of my neck before feeling a slip of paper. Of course she passes notes.

Looking forward to seeing you at my party. Hope you bring someone because we cannot have left overs or my parents will kill me. 719 Nadder st. -Slut ;^)

I roll my eyes and throw the paper away. No way was I going to her party.

That night

I dropped my pencil as a tapping sounded on my window. I turned in my swivel chair to see Tuffnut in the tree outside my window. He started trying to dance the Margarita, but fell off his branch with a cry of surprise. Snotlout scooted into his place and waved me out. I walked over and opened my window.

"I told you, I'm not going to that sluts house," I hiss.

"She's not a slut, Hiccup. She's adventurous!" Snotlout argues.

"I don't care! She calls me Toothpick, the party goes passed my curfew, and for all I know she could be planning on serving alcohol," I growl.

"She gives everyone nicknames because she's bad with name-names, you can leave before your curfew, and she never serves alcohol. Nor does she let anyone else bring alcohol. You in yet?" he asks.

"No," I say firmly.

"What if we ask your dad?"

"Still no," I tell him.