Hey guys! So this starts during World War II era and it takes place in America. Picture a white-picket fence town where everyone knows each other. I hope you like! BTDubs I don't own Percy Jackson or any characters from said series. They belong to Rick Riordan.
He was fifteen and I was only twelve. He was tall and handsome, and he had a pair of beautiful green eyes. It would be a bit of an understatement to say I had a crush on him.
The only bad thing about Jon was the scandal involving his birth. His parents never got married which, in my town at least, was unheard of. His mother and father met one night, and then his father was gone. It was like he had disappeared in the night. Nine months later, Jon was born.
Of course I had seen Jon before. We lived in the same one-stoplight town. We never actually talked until the town held its annual archery competition one summer day in 1940.
I hate archery. Personally, I think it's the worst possible sport in the world. Why people would do it for fun is beyond me. However, my mother was in charge of the fundraising committee so I was required to be there and to participate. I tried to convince my mom not to give me a bow and arrow, but she wouldn't have any of it.
"You are participating whether you like it or not, young lady. I refuse to allow you to ruin our family's reputation by not being here."
"But, mama, I will be here! I just won't be part of the competition."
"Don't start trying to talk your way out of this. I am putting my foot down."
"But I'm a terrible shot! I'm just going to end up hurting someone!"
"I don't care if you shoot the mayor! You are shooting no matter what!" My mother's a gem, isn't she?
So, of course, I was forced to shoot. Everyone was allowed to practice first, so I stayed by the practice targets. I didn't get a single arrow to land on any of the circles, not even the outer white part. I felt hopeless. I searched for my mother in the crowd. When I saw her, I aimed an arrow at her. I released and watched it sail about seven feet before landing in the grass.
"You're never gonna kill your mom with a shot like that," a voice said from behind me.
I whipped around and my face turned bright red. Standing in front of me, leaning on a railing and smirking, was Jon Devitch.
He came towards me, still smirking. "You have to raise up your arm more. And don't keep your hand so far away from your face." He stood behind me and turned me towards the practice targets. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck as he adjusted my positioning. I can't say that this helped the color of my face any.
"Now pull back….and…release." I watched as the arrow sailed farther than it had ever gone. In amazement, I heard a dull thud as the arrow made contact with the target: Bull's Eye.
"See how much better that is? You could really do some damage with a shot like that." He was still smirking. That's when I realized he was making fun of me. Instantly, my face went from bright red to flushed. I stomped away angrily without saying anything. Behind me, I could hear Jon laughing as he rejoined his friends. At that moment, the only thing I hated more than archery and my mother was that stupid, infuriating, beautiful boy.
Of course Jon won the competition. He had for the last several years. His mother said one time that he must have gotten the ability from his father because she was never any good at it. That was pretty much the only time I ever heard his father mentioned.
I didn't come close to winning anything, so right after the event ended I grabbed my bike and started off to meet my friends. We were going to the ice cream parlor on the other side of town. I started wheeling my bike in their direction, but before I could get very far someone stood in front of me, his hands holding onto my handlebars. Guess who it was?
"Let go of my bike," I warned.
"Or what? You'll use your bow and arrow skills to track me down?"
My glare must have been pretty frightening because it wiped the smirk right off his face. "Look," Jon explained, "I'm sorry about earlier. I was just trying to help."
"You have a funny way of helping people." I tried to turn my bike away, but he just held on tighter.
"Why are you so upset about it? It was just a little joke."
"I already know I'm bad at archery, okay? I don't need people like you to remind me."
He raised an eyebrow. "People like me?"
See what I mean? Infuriating. It would help if his eyebrows weren't so perfect. "Yes, people like you! You think you're so much better than everyone else just because you can shoot an arrow."
He stared at me, startled. "I don't think I'm better than anyone else."
Now it was my turn to smirk. "Sure, you don't." I yanked the handlebars hard, and he let go. I started towards my friends, and even though I didn't look back I could feel his eyes on me.
Despite what I had just done, I couldn't stop thinking about Jon Devitch for the rest of the day. I kept my eyes peeled for him, but I didn't see him again. That week I rode around town on my bike, but I didn't see him then either. In fact, I didn't see him for the rest of the summer. Finally, I asked one of my best friends, Lizzie, if she knew where he was. Her older brother was one of his good friends.
"He went to some summer camp, I think. His mom wanted him to go there. It's up in New York somewhere. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering," I said. She gave me a raised eyebrow look, which told me she didn't really believe me. But it didn't matter. Jon was gone for the summer, which meant that no one would be by the archery range. I could practice for as long as I wanted.
I was sure of one thing: when Jon got back, I wouldn't be some stupid little twelve-year-old when he got back (partly because my birthday would take me to thirteen before the end of summer). No, I planned to teach myself archery. And when Jon got back, I would make sure he noticed.
I hope you guys liked it! I would greatly appreciate your reviews, but I understand if you don't. I know there's a lack of demigodishness in this chapter, but I promise it's coming
