Wind swirled through the high school parking lot as the two stood besides Hiccup’s truck. The last bell had rung a while ago and besides the track team running laps around the school, they were the only ones out there, accompanied by the cars of those still in extracurriculars.
“Uh, yeah,” Hiccup muttered. He ducked his head to run his fingers through his hair. “I was accepted to a really good tech school there, so…”
Jack could barely register what Hiccup was saying. All he could think about was California. California, which was over 3,000 miles from Burgess. 3,000 miles. Four years of Hiccup being over 3,000 miles away. Four years was such a long time. Four years. Four. Without Hiccup.