Differences Between Jocks And Nerds (Hiccup x Reader x Jack) [Multiple Xovers]

two >> the preppy nerd

"I will never go back in that shop ever again," you groaned, "I made an absolute fool of myself in there." You had face-palmed yourself while leaning on that hand on the side of your currently blank canvas of your Advanced Art class that you shared with Rapunzel. You only had managed to meet up with her during your first period to discuss the events that unfolded earlier this morning.

"Oh, how bad can it be?" your blonde friend tried to reassure you. You would have felt relief from the second opinion that Rapunzel usually gives you, but you were annoyed more so. She wasn't there to see your embarrassing panic attack.

"I literally left Hiro in the middle of a conversation while I was gaping like a fish towards Hiccup," you deadpanned.

The blonde was multitasking as she patiently listened to you rant her ear off while she was painting. She seemed rather content with herself until you replied when she seemed to slip and cringe at your misfortune. You rose a brow at her facial expression as she tried playing off her mistake with a guilty grin.

"Well, that would explain why no one would ever see him before school," she mumbled.

You opened your mouth to question her statement but was interrupted when you felt eyes drilling in the back of your skull and you made eye contact with your teacher, who was critiquing and walking around the whole class.

"Ladies," she greeted with a smile—more towards Rapunzel as she saw her already filled canvas. Her smile fell off her lips when her eyes traveled to you. Knowing full well her disappointment was more towards the lack of work rather than the type, you visibly tensed up from your blank canvas. "I was hoping you would be productive if you're willing to chatter the whole morning."

"I apologize, Miss Gracie," you came up with an excuse on the fly that wasn't necessarily untrue, "I'm just not feeling very inspired to paint anything lately. Any advice?"

Miss Gracie hummed as she gave you a skeptical look. Something told you that she believed what you had to say, but only because she had previously heard the distraught in your voice from earlier. It made you mentally cringe that despite mumbling and quietly whispering to each other, a teacher had heard about your morning. Her sharp eyes studied you as you try not to flinch. "From my experience, and this is without context, I would say you're going through a block, in which, you cannot focus on what you want to create and bring it to life. To fight this block in your mind, you must put all thoughts aside and push through a project even when you're not happy with it. If it's to start a project, I would stick with something easy. For example, for painting, stick to what you know or currently seeing. You could paint your friend, a corner of the room, or anything from what you saw earlier by memory."

You had let the information process; an image instantly sticking to your mind. You had subconsciously picked up a ruler, wanting to sketch out the lines first. "Thanks, Miss Gracie," you addressed, "I think you helped me with my block."

Your teacher didn't say anything more. She just nodded and continued to walk around the classroom. You clicked the ruler on the canvas and started to sketch, keeping your lines light. The ruler fell out of your hands and you cursed silently. You took a glance around the classroom, seeing that Miss Gracie was on the other side of it helping a student or at least out of hearing distance. You took the ruler falling out your hand as a sigh that the universe is telling you to temporarily give up on your project. You sighed with the motivation leaving you, but the image you wanted to draw was still embroidered in your mind. "I don't even know why you convinced me to take this class. I'm not even that good at this."

Your blonde friend took a glance at you and eyed at the progress of your work. "You took the beginners class with me during our first year, though." She smiled genuinely at you. She probably thought she was encouraging you. You have always appreciated the fact that she looked on the brighter side of things, pulling you out of some depressing episodes in the past. "That's how we met actually."