Hello, readers! I have rewritten chapter one. I felt that it was something I had to change after rereading :

Anyways, I feel if you read this. then you could understand the characters personalities more. :)

Rapunzel Corona Gothel has done a multiple idiotic things.

One was that she told Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III that ice cream froze calories.

Another instance was that she fell off her balcony while trying to do this super cool dance routine. She was flexible, and plus she just broke her wrist. No biggie.

And of course, she couldn't forget that stupid little rumour she started herself. She was a girl wasn't she? She has a vagina, a vulva, and other biological stuff that makes Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III blush.

"Nice tits." One guy said as she passed through the hall one day. He leered down her chest. Up and down, up and down. But she didn't really give a shit about him, she was just ,after all, to him nice tits.

Plastered with a fake polite smile, one mastered technique, she replied. "Thanks they cost a fortune."

But that wasn't really the point though.

"Will you go out with me?" says Rapunzel Corona Gothel as she undoubtedly asks out Jackson Overland. Star player of the Hockey team, Number four in the hottest guys in school, a bit younger than her, but that's okay.

Of course, she has to address the elephant in the room. He's Madly and irrevocably in love with Elsa Arendelle, student body president and Winter Pageant Queen. That's sort of a turn off, but she can, She can ignore it.

He follows Elsa around like a puppy, and Rapunzel has similar schedules with Elsa. Jack takes secret glances at Rapunzel at halls, classrooms, etc.,. She pretends not to notice.

She also pretends to ignore all his annoying gestures directly towards her. Be it insults, the derogatory labels plastered on her things, and even the mysterious disappearance of her belongings. But hey, he noticed her.

Not that Rapunzel's complaining, or anything. Because. Jack's hot, she has eyes. Rapunzel's attractive, and it comes with the disadvantage that nobody will ever take her seriously, but she's learned to wield beauty like a whip, use it against people, let them underestimate her.

Rapunzel Corona Gothel is not a bitch. Well, she wasn't particularly nice. It wasn't always like this. It starts with Elsa Arendelle coincidentally.

Rapunzel Corona Gothel, seventh grade, wants to be an artist. Crayons and paper defined her. Mother had given special paint for her that took three days to find.

Elsa is the prettiest girl in Rapunzel's middle school. Rapunzel knows her by association, because Elsa goes to every party and flirts outrageously and lives like a house on fire, and she's everything Rapunzel ever wanted to be, everything that's not what a Good Girl is.

She and Elsa are partnered for a science project. They had been given the ant farm. Elsa who was terrified of bugs even little ants, had pleaded to change without Rapunzel's consent.

"It wouldn't be a whole lot of work, would it? Maybe we should keep it."

"Oh my God, you're so lazy. If this was some artsy fartsy thing, you'd work your ass off."

Rapunzel who shook off the initial shock that Elsa Arendelle said the A word, had protested that she wasn't lazy. She was Rapunzel Corona Gothel. She had the best grades. Turned her assignments on time. She never even worried to show mother her report card. She was a good girl.

So they had decided to make a robot. The following month was like this. They down about fifty Redbulls each, sleep over at each others' houses for three weekends straight, almost crash Elsa's computer.

Rapunzel always seemed to notice that kid with the brown hair that hung out at Elsa's house. She pretends ignore him when he peeps on their work.

The robot is finished. They named it Olaf. They place second in the fair.

The next year, she meets brown haired kid. His name is Jackson Overland and he is her junior.

cute.

Jack is quiet. Silent, even. He gives her a strange face, and Rapunzel is nervous, and she won't admit that.

"Hey…" Rapunzel starts. She studies him. Freckles, unruly hair, ratty shoes and the lack of height. Reminds her of Hiccup, she thinks.

Jack opens his mouth, and closes it. He runs a hand through his unruly white hair. Jackson Overland's sister died a week ago. She takes away the attention of her own personal crisis and focuses on Jack. Jack who used to be full of spirit is a ghost now. He haunts the hallways, and sometimes she can feel his sadness. She doesn't like it.

"Hi." He says, brokenly she might add. Puberty or the after of effect of crying too much. His eyes are bloodshot and his cheeks are wet.

Rapunzel is taller then him by a head, so she has to crouch down to his level when she talks to him.

"If you wanna talk, come to me alright?" She says, with a smile. "I'm a good listener."

Jack looks at her with his bluer than the sea eyes. He nods his head.

So they talk.

and that was it. and somehow it was everything.

Then Jackson Overland became an asshole.

(if the spit wads weren't a clear answer. Or even the insults firing at her, then she really didn't know what to think.)

Jack is much taller now. He literally towers over her. His hair is no longer a warm honey brown she used to think about, but a silvery shade of white. He still has the boyish aura he seems to send off. All the baby fat has been replaced with sharp angles and a strong jaw.

She really has to remind herself that Little Jackson Overland and this guy were the same person. Jesus Christ, Puberty does wonders.

…

Oh, fuck.

What the hell was she thinking?!

Now, she is of course not the brightest person when it comes to one person's feeling, but hell, this was plain idiotic.

Set aside the utter annoying hotness that is Jack Overland, then she has absolutely no reason to ask him out.

He was an idiot for one, another is that he was a complete asshole to her, and lastly he wasn't exactly her type.

Incompatiblity 10/10. IGN.

Oh wait!

Well, there was actually a reason.

She felt bad.

…somehow that sounded way worse.

Sure, she was coincidentally there when she saw Jack and Elsa in the storage room. Yes, she also had no idea how the door somehow managed to get locked. She also kinda forget that she had to go to the art room for…new paints…

And just because, she shipped them so hard doesn't mean she had the right to do get them together!

Even if the other half was some dick.

She gives props to herself— that person! To think of such an ingenious plan to get the two most rooted people in one room.

Sadly, it didn't work.

"How about it?" She smiles tightly, mentally preparing herself the humiliation.

Jack is blinking at her. Blue eyed boy wonder appears in her head.

She shakes off the thought and thinks about the nearest and quickest escape possible.

Hiccup would really berate her for being a dumb ass. again.

and probably laughing on the floor laughing.

Jack mutters something under his breath. She leans a bit more.

"What?"

Jack mutters something again.

Rapunzel's inner team captain comes out, "Seriously, you need to speak up. I can't—"

"I SAID OKAY!"

The words echo into hallway. As if reminding her that this is happening.

"..huh?" OK, that was just so damn unnecessary. Stahhhp it brehn.

"What are you deaf? I said okay!"

WOW, we've been in a relationship for not even five seconds and I already have second thoughts.

"Tch, oh God. You're an insufferable brat."

"God, you somehow always manage to piss me off, don't you?"

Rapunzel prepares a snarky comment back at him. Before she can utter even a word, she feels something pressed against her lips.

Jack leans back, his breath fanning her face. She can feel her cheeks heat up.

"Was it bad?"

Rapunzel thinks. The gears in her head turning.

Too force, too much tongue, and an absolute mess, she thinks.

"Horrible." She says flatly.

Jack glares at her. He picks up his gym bag from the ground. He lets out a hand, looking away from her. A light pink blush spreading on his neck.

"So are we gonna go or what?"

She can feel a smile on her face.

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Rapunzel Corona has done multiple idiotic things in her life. This really takes the cake.