DISCLAIMER: **I AM NOT RICK RIORDAN NOR WILL I EVER MATCH HOW AMAZING OF A WRITER HE IS**

Ayy

Yeah, Sarah here

So, this is like my first fanfiction and it's probably really crappy

I'll probably try and update at least one or two chapters every week, maybe more

Alright, there's cursing in this thing so if you can't do cursing and/or don't like it, then just take a brief glance before you read it (I think there's a swear word in like the first paragraph, so)

There's also going to be a bit of smut, but that will all come later

Comments would be pretty cool because I'm not really sure if this is even a good fanfiction, I mean for all I know it could suck and be horrible and I wouldn't even know lol

Also, there's probably gonna be a lot of spelling and grammar errors, so if there are just point them out to me and I'll fix them as soon as possible

The points of view also switch between Percy and Nico every chapter, and the chapters are gonna vary in length because sometimes I'm rushed and lazy and only type a few paragraphs, and some are gonna be like hella long when I have the time or actually feel like writing

Kay, let's get dis shit rolling

~Nico's POV~

School.

The alarm clock next to my bed went off.

"Fucking hell," I groaned. I rolled over in bed and slammed my hand down on the snooze button. It was 6:30am on a Friday morning. Only one more day of school until the weekend. I just had to get through today.

I climbed out of bed and started getting ready for school. I combed my hair and brushed my teeth, all that stuff. I put on black jeans and some black combat boots and pulled a band shirt over my head. I also put on my favorite leather jacket. I never went anywhere without that thing.

I love black. I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color.

As I headed downstairs for breakfast, a familiar face greeted me.

Jaelyn was my step-mom. My dad had knocked up my real mom fifteen years ago. I only found out who she was when she died. I didn't go to the funeral. There was no reason for me to go to a funeral for someone I had never even met. My dad bleeped out of existence when he found out I was going to be born and honestly, having such a screwed up life, it's probably better that he's not in the picture.

How does Jaelyn fit into the picture?

She's the mother of my half-sister, Hazel.

My dad also knocked up Jaelyn. (No surprise there) She was only twenty when it happened, and that was thirteen years ago.

I lived in foster care until I was seven. Jaelyn tracked me down, God knows how. And when she did, she adopted me.

"Morning, Nico," she said.

"Hey, Jaelyn," I said. She was making pancakes for Hazel and I.

"Is Hazel up?" she asked me.

"I don't know, I didn't check."

"Would you?"

I sighed and left the kitchen, running up to Hazel's bedroom.

"Hazel!" I shouted, banging on the wall of her bedroom. "Get up, you slob!"

"Shut up, Nico!" she yelled at me. She opened the door to her room half dressed. I covered my eyes.

"Get dressed before you open the door, please," I said.

"Well, I would have, but you wouldn't stop banging on my goddamn door!" she shouted in my face.

"Hazel!" Jaelyn called from downstairs. "What did I tell you about swearing?"

"Sorry, mom," she grumbled. "God, Nico, you're such a pain."

She slammed the door in my face and I went back downstairs.

I wasn't really hungry anymore.

I grabbed my backpack and headed out the door.

"Nico! Wait!" Jaelyn called after me. "Don't you want breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry," I said. "Thanks though."

She gave me a sad smile.

"Will you be okay at school?" she asked. I nodded. "Call if you need anything, okay?"

I left the house.

Another thing about school; it sucks dick.

I'm constantly picked on by everyone. Even the freshman. The seniors are the worst though. It's like they all hate me, even though I've never done anything to them.

There's this whole pack of jocks on the soccer team. They beat me up like it's no big deal. And let me tell you, those guys are huge. And I mean big. They're like fucking Amazons.

I'm not even that short. 5'7 is a good height for a fifteen year old guy, I guess. But these brutes are massive. Not to mention that when they do pick on me, there's always three or more of them.

That's why I dread going to school everyday, and that's probably why I've missed so many days and why I'm failing a bunch of classes.

Anyways, I walked to school and sure enough, four of the soccer guys were there waiting for me.

"Ayy, look who it is! Little Nico!" The team leader, Blake, shouted at me.

I stopped dead in my tracks as they surrounded me.

"Gonna cry, Nico? Huh, you gonna cryyyy?" another one of them cooed.

"Hit him, Blake, come on, do it!" A guy named Jordan said. At least that's what I think his name was.

Before I knew it, I had dropped my backpack as three of Blake's lackeys moved in on me. Two of them wrenched my arms behind my back and the other pushed me to the ground on my knees.

"You ready, dipshit? This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me," Blake said.

I thrashed, but the three brutes only held my arms tighter.

I looked up at Blake.

His eyes were a bright blue and his blonde hair swayed in the wind. He wasn't even good looking like everyone said he was. He was thin and muscular, sure, be he had such a gruesome sneer, it made him look like a rapist.

"Any last words, Di Angelo?" Blake asked me.

I stared into his eyes.

"You're a piece of trash," I spat at him. I looked at him, and he was clearly taken aback.

"You've got some nerve, kid," he said to me.

Before I could react, Blake's hand connected with my face. Hard. His fist hit directly where my eye was. I cried out in pain and felt his lackeys' grips loosen on me. I fell back onto the ground, clutching my face in pain.

"What the hell!" A familiar voice shouted. I didn't look up to see who it was. There was a cough and an 'ugh' sound from one of the guys that had beaten me up. "God, Nico, are you okay?" Hazel said, putting her arms around me.

I nodded and sat up, surveying the scene.

Jordan, Blake's brute best friend, was on the ground holding his crotch.

"Did you kick him?" I coughed. Hazel nodded. "You're going to get in so much trouble. They'll probably suspend you."

"Let them," she said to me. "It makes no difference. Come on, let's get you to the nurse."

She helped me up and she walked me to the nurse.

"Good, lord!" the nurse said as I walked in. "Sit down, child, you're going to bleed out!"

She handed me a large gauze-wrapped icepack and had me sit in a chair. Hazel told her what happened as I sat there, looking at the ground, feeling shameful that my little sister had to fend off the guys picking on me.

"Hazel," I said to her when she was done talking to the nurse. "Stop trying to defend me."

She stared at me, her mouth open and her eyes in shock.

"So you want me to just stand by and watch you get beat up everyday?" she said quietly. "I'll never let that happen."

"I'm two years older than you, I can take care of myself," I said, heat rising in my voice.

"Really? Because it looks like Blake and his friends used your face as a punching bag!" she shouted.

I stood up, towering over her.

"Stop trying to get on my good side," I said to her. "I don't need you, I don't want you to defend me. So stop. I can handle things on my own."

She glared at me, hurt clearly visible in her eyes.

"Fine," she said. "I'll stop trying to be your sister, if that's what you want."

She left the nurse's office.

I plopped back down on the chair for a while until the nurse said I was free to go. She gave me a pass to class.

When I walked in, the math teacher, Mr. Denzel, was in the middle of a lesson.

"And now, if you just subtract one-fifth of this and put it over here you just-" He stopped mid sentence and looked at me as I came through the door. "Nice of you to join us, Mr. Di Angelo. Have a seat. And see me after class, please."

The casual 'Ooo's traveled through the classroom. I took a seat in the back of the room.

"Hey," a boy to my right whispered to me. I look at him, trying to hide my black eye with my hair. "How's your eye? I saw Blake punch you earlier.

I stared at him and blinked a few times.

Why was this guy talking to me?

"It's um, fine, thanks," I said. The boy smiled.

"I don't think we've ever talked before," he said. "Percy Jackson." He held out his hand.

After a few seconds, I shook it.

His touch was warm, like fire.

I pulled back too quickly.

He smiled again. "I don't bite," he said.

"Why are you talking to me?" I asked.

"Why not?"

"Jackson," Mr. Denzel said. "See me after class with Di Angelo."

"Whoops," Percy said. He smiled one last time before he turned away from me.

As the bell rang and I was about to slip out the door, Mr. Denzel caught me.

"Not so fast, Nico."

"Shit," I muttered. I turned around.

"Have a seat, boys," Mr. Denzel said. I took a seat at a desk in the front. Percy sat beside me. "I know what's been going on," he said. "Nico, the black eye is obvious, stop trying to hide it."

I scoffed.

"Mr. Denzel, it wasn't me, I swear it was-" Percy started.

"I know who it was, Percy. And you should be ashamed that you've done nothing to stop it. This poor boy has been tormented by your teammates. Yes, Mr. Jackson, your teammates."

Percy sighed. He looked genuinely upset.

"With all due respect, Mr. Denzel, I can take care of myself," I said.

"And that's where you're wrong, Nico," Denzel said. "Jackson, I've arranged it so your schedule is being switched. You'll be in every single class Nico is in."

"What?" I shouted, slamming my hand on the desk. "Mr. Denzel, you can't be serious!"

"I am, boys. Nico, you should be thankful I'm doing this for you. School should be a safe place for everyone, and it's clearly not for you."

"Why are you doing this?" Percy asked.

"Because," Denzel said. "Percy, with you around, no one is going to pick on Nico. You're well-liked, son. Nico needs a good friend right now, too."

"Friends my ass," I snorted.

"I'm not happy about this anymore than you are, Di Angelo," Percy snapped at me.

"Percy, enough. I expect good behavior from you. You're a good kid, Percy. I know you can do this. Your schedule will be switched on Monday."

Mr. Denzel dismissed us from the class.

On Monday, I would begin school in a whole different way.

On Monday, I would begin school with Percy Jackson.