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Nancy

I was going out for my evening jog I had put my head phones in and was listening to music; I made the mistake of closing my eyes while running. That's when I heard a shout of

"WATHJDJB OUDJBT" It was a muffled yell.

I had my headphones in probably some loser from my school. That's when a body sent me tumbling to the street. I opened my eyes to see a boy who looked about my age with dark hair, and sea green eyes with a concerned look on his face. He was on top of me and making sure my body was pressed to the pavement, well he was a hot boy I wasn't going to protest. Don't think about me like that what would you do in that situation? I stretched my head to see why he was pressing me too the pavement and almost screamed a truck was literarily driving on top of us. We were underneath and I was watching it pass over us in horror. When the truck was gone the boy got up and brushed off his jeans then held out his hand to help me up. I blushed and took his hand is touch sent tingles down my spine.

We walked to the sidewalk no longer on the street; he turned to me and said something that I couldn't hear. That was because I still had my head phones on with an appropriate song for meeting possibly the hottest guy on the planet. It was "Gotta be you" by one direction. I blushed and pulled out my ear phones and said the stupidest word ever I couldn't come up with something staring into those eyes . . . those eyes . . . they seemed oddly familiar like from a dream.

"what?" the boy looked at me not amused almost like he was disgusted with me. What did I do wrong? So to turn up the flirty charm I put a hand on his arm and ran it up and down.

"I said you should look where you're going" He almost spat with that he put my hand back at my side and walked away. But before he could disappear from sight I jogged after him.

"why are you so mad at me? At least tell me my saviors name" I begged maybe he was a guy with an ego. I looked him up and down and could see his shirt stained with grease from the bottom of the truck I wondered If he had abs. Whoa focus Nancy. He snorted

"I suppose you wouldn't remember me would you. You look the same Nancy the liquid Cheetos are still looking great!" he said sarcastically. How'd he know my name and my freckles weren't that bad, I narrowed my eyes at him suspicious now.

"how do you know my name' I asked, he shook his head smiling.

"Well Nancy I just want you to remember this moment for the rest of your life because I know I will enjoy it" he stated . I just raised my eyebrows in response. He stuck a hand out and said dryly

"Hello Nancy Bobofit it's not nice to see you again my names Percy Jackson, that name ring any bells"

My jaw dropped so far down I'm surprised it didn't fall off this hunk of a guy was the scrawny little twelve year old that I despised, he was the stupid guy that ruined my favorite shirt THE NERVE, How dare he save my life HOW DARE HE. That means that I have to repay him WHAT HAS THE WORLD COME TO me in debt of my least favorite person earth, but . . . maybe if I could convince people that he was my boyfriend I would finally stop being bullied at school. I mean it's terrible what they do to me, I'm so glad I was never a bully I couldn't live with myself. I mean sure I was mean to a couple kids and sure I tormented some kids till they transferred school but I prefer to call myself the person who solves everyone's problems. I mean if I hadn't been so mean to Percy then him and his super weird friend would of never been kicked out of school. I was doing a public service by getting rid of him and his friend I mean who wants to get up and see a face like Percy's every day.

Okay so I wouldn't mind staring at his perfectly chiseled face now, and how he would look with no shirt on . . . STOP. Nancy you are not falling for you mortal enemy. Never in a million years. But would it be so bad to imagine myself on those lips . . . face it Nancy you've got – no I don't want to say it. But I've got to the first step to recovery is admitting that I've got a problem.

I Nancy Bobofit am falling for my mortal enemy Percy Jackson.