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Chapter 1
Percy's POV
"Percy, wake up, you will be late for the first day of school!"
Percy groaned and slammed his hand in the digital clock near his bed. He had(as always) overslept and he now had fifteen minutes to get ready for the first day of senior year. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and sat up, smelling the delicious scent of pancakes wafting from the kitchen. He quickly put on a Metallica shirt and his favorite pair of black ripped jeans, stealing off a glance at himself at the mirror opposite his closet. He saw a seventeen year old boy scowling at him, with intense green eyes and a shiny lip-ring, matching the one above his eyebrow. After a failed attempt of brushing his hair, Percy hastily put a few notebooks in his school bag, which had waves painted on the front, courtesy of his friend, Rachel Elisabeth Dare. He stood for a few seconds staring at his seemingly sad, half-empty bag, considering for a moment to take out his program and check his lessons, but he shrugged the idea off. What use could it be to be a good student for the last year when he sucked at the last three?
Percy made his way through the dimly lit corridor to the kitchen, where his mum was making his favorite food in the world, just for him. The thought made Percy smile, even though he could see the wrinkles in his mother's eyes and the tired smile she gave him in return. Sally Jackson kept her apartment nice and tidy, but lack of money had surely left its marks in their everyday life. Since Percy's dad had died in a car accident when he was very young, Sally did everything she could for her baby boy. She worked two jobs, giving up her dream of becoming a writer and saving everything for Percy. They never had much, but they survived. Barely.
"Blue?" Percy asked, kissing his mother on the cheek and pulling a chair to sit on the table facing his mother. His mum smiled knowingly and put two gigantic blue waffles in a plate in front of him.
"Percy this is such an important day for you! You managed to get to senior year without getting expelled once! It is worth celebrating for!" Sally cupped his cheek and gazed at him with adoration, her blue eyes filled with warmth.
Percy felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he heard those words. What kind of celebration did he deserve? He was dyslexic and had ADHD, he had received bad grades in almost every lesson each year, barely managing to pass the class. He had wanted to drop out of school at the end of his sophomore year and get a job at Starbucks or something, but his mum strictly forbid it. She wanted Percy to go to college in every way possible, so as not to be left penniless and desperate like herself.
"I'll try harder this year, mum. I promise." Percy murmured between bites of his waffle, syrup trickling down his chin.
Sally laughed. "I know you will, Percy. You make me so proud." She got up. "I have to get to work now. I will try and bring you some free sample sweets from the shop, okay honey?''
Percy stoop up too and grabbed his helmet from the kitchen counter. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off with my bike?"
"No, sweetie. but thank you. I gotta go now!" Sally kissed him on the cheek and left, banging the door hurriedly.
Percy put the plates in the kitchen table, managing not to break them for once and as he picked his black Jansport bag, he made his way to the garage where he had his favorite motorbike.
Percy and his mum didn't live anywhere fancy but, oh boy, did Percy have an expensive motorbike. He had worked for two summers as a lifeguard in a swimming pool to afford it plus all the money he had collected from various aunts and uncles all these years. It was his pride and joy and he paid twenty bucks a month to have it safely parked in the nearby garage.
"Morning Mr Woods!" He shouted as he entered the garage. Tom Woods looked up to him and smiled. He was the only garage owner who didn't mind his piercings. He went back to fixing an old Toyota, sweat clinging in his forehead.
"Good morning, Perce" Mr Woods said. "Wear that helmet, will ya?"
Percy winked at him cheekily and went further into the dimly lit garage. There in the very back of the room was his Yamaha, shining a brilliant blue. Percy felt his heart race a little bit faster and his clenched his hands in anticipation. The only time he felt truly alive was when he was riding. Percy mounted his bike and the engine roared. Ah, that was the best way to start his day.
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As Percy got of his motorcycle in Goode High's parking lot he could feel eyes staring at him. As he took out his helmete he heard a girl's gasp. He turned around and smirked at her, tugging his lip ring between his teeth. The girl blushed and quickly averted her gaze, her friends giggling uncontrollably.
Percy turned and walked towards the main building. He knew that since his sophomore year when he had started filling out, the girls in his school treated him like he was a completely different person. He hardly ever gave them a second glance. He was never into this kind of girls, who were in love with their mirror and could never make a conversation with him without giggling. Worse, there were other girls who seemed kind of...well, scared of him. They stared at the green streak in his hair and at the piercing in his eyebrow with shock, like he was the devil come to Earth. Percy sighed as he entered the school and headed towards his locker. Girls are so complicated.
Well, not all girls. Particularly the one leaning against his locker. Her flaming red hair covered her face, but Percy would recognize her everywhere. She was reading an art book about he favorite painter, the one that cut his ear off. He was the only one Percy could rememember.
"Raaaaaccheeel" Percy said in a sing-song voice. "Do you mind?"
Rachel Elisabeth Dare looked up from her book, her green eyes searching his face worriedly as if expecting him to grow a second head. Percy could count the thousand tiny freckles in her face.
"Percy! You came!" She said, throwing her arms around him. Percy stood still for a moment, shocked at Rachel's embrace, but he returned the hug. Heads turned in the hallway; Percy Jackson hugging was not a sight they often saw.
"Why wouldn't I come, Dare? Haven't you missed me since Saturday?" Percy said with a chuckle, unloading most of his bag sloppily into his locker. Rachel scowled at him and swatted his hands away, taking the job for herself. She begun to hurriedly organise his locker.
"Grover told me you were thinking of dropping out" said Rachel bluntly. That was Rachel: straightforward and to the point. She said she didn't have time for pointless formalities.
Percy scowled at her and put his bag in his shoulder, taking his programm from Rachel and stared at it angrily. Why the heck did Rachel have to mention this? Wasn't it enough that he felt guilty for his mum?
"You will burn a hole in the programm." Rachel commented idly.
Percy groaned in frustration and put the stupid piece of paper back to his backpack. Anyhow, with his temper the letters were skateboarding in his eyes.
"I told you, I was thinking of dropping but I... I can't Rachel don't you understand? I can't let my mum down."
"She's right, you know." said Rachel leading him to a seemingly empty classroom. "C'mon we have English first period, with Mr. Blofis."
Percy sighed in relief. Paul Blofis was his favorite teacher. He never treated him with pity of indifference because of his dyslexia. Instead, Paul had offered to help him at home in order to pass the exams. His mum loved him. Whenever he came to visit, she would make about a ton of cookies and she always chatered on about how marvellous ateacher he was. In fact, Paul often hung by after his lessons with Percy to talk to Sally about a creative writing project he was attending. But Percy didn'd mind; he knew Paul Blofis was a good man. Plus, he looked like his favorite actor from a criminal series.
Rachel waved at him to go and sit next to her in a seat near the window, but Percy dismissed it with a shrug. He moved on to the far end of the class and sat down at the very back of the class. It wasn't that he didn;'t like the lesson;he just didn;t like people staring at him.
The classroom soon filled in. Percy watched them warily tapping a pencil rhytmically in his desk. He waved at some of the guys from his basketball team, but didn;t talk to anyone in particular. Only he and Rachel were taking English, the rest of their friends were never into, as Rachel put it, the feeling side of lesson, or whatever the meant.
Finally, Mr Blofis entered the classroom and everyone hurriedly sat down. In front of Percy, the seat was empty.
"Good morning, class! I hope you had a good summer!" shouted Mr. Blofis in his usual happy manner. "So, let's get started guys. We got a lot of catching up to do." His words were received with a groan from the entire class.
"Oh, come on! You know you love reading! Now, let's get started with the names. Brooks, Peyton!"
"Here!"
"Natha-" His words were cut abruptly by someone swinging the door open.
"Sorry, I'm late !"
Percy swore he lost a heartbeat. He felt like he was riding his Yamaha at full speed.
The someone who had burst in the classroom was the most beautiful girl Percy had ever seen. She had curly blonde hair, elegantly cut in shoulder lenght and she was wearing a black skirt with a white top-up. Even though she seemed to have been running, she wasn't sweating and her black jacket was spotless.
"Ah, Miss Chase. Never mind, there is no problem, have a seat over there." sadi Mr. Blofis pointing to Percy.
Wait. He was pointing to the seat in front of him. The seat in front of him!
"We have a new student with us, class! Miss Annabeth Chase, she just moved here from San Fransisco." kept talking without realising that all the boys in the class ere staring at her with their mouths hanging open.
Annabeth Chase started moving towards him, walking confidently in her black, high-heel shoes. Her legs seemed to be a mile long, with a tannned look every girl would die for. She seemed so intimidating that Percy had to resist the urge to stand up straight and take a bow.
Finally, Annabeth Chase looked up to him. Her grey eyes were mesmerising, as if she was calculating th best plan to have him killed. They twinkled as her luscious lips formed a smile at his direction.
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