Okay. So, I published this story a while ago, and I've gotten better at writing since then. After serious consideration, I'm going to rewrite the chapters of this story. It will still have the same plot and characters, just some new depth to it. Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Percy pov
I walked up the steps of Abraham Lincoln High School. It was a plain slab of cement with three windows running up the front. Fairly normal looking.
I gave a sigh of relief, knowing Wise Guy I would have expected him to be at some snooty private school that only accepted the best. Instead, he was at a simple public school in the middle of San Francisco.
Wait, back up. I assume you all know who I am. If not, a quick introduction. My name is Persephone Jackson, daughter of Poseidon, demigod extraordinaire. I'm here in San Fran because I got kicked out of Goode. Long story short: I killed a Hellhound and you can guess what they thought it was.
So, being the awesome girlfriend I am, I came out to California to go to school with my dearest boyfriend Andy. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors of my new school.
Immediately, I saw the eye of every male on me. A few girls stood in groups at lockers, whispering while looking me up and down.
I subconsciously rolled my eyes; guess this was a really boring school if their topic of interest was a new girl. I was suddenly very aware that I had no idea where I was going. I scanned the sea of faces, looking for one that did not have a look of disgust or greed on it.
One person caught my eye; their back was turned unlike everyone else. When I walked up to the person and tapped them on the shoulder, the whisperings became increasingly more violent.
The person whipped their head around, searching for the person who tapped them on the shoulder. It was a girl. Her face was hard, as though expecting it to be a prank.
When she laid her eyes on me, she softened. "You must be the new girl." she stated. The girl stuck her hand out in greeting, "My name's Skylar. What's yours?"
I grabbed her hand and shook it, "I'm Percy." I leaned in close to her and whispered, "Why is everyone staring at us?"
Skylar shrugged, "They're probably wondering why you're talking to me." She leaned in even closer, "Trust me, if you want even a few friends at this school, don't be friends with me."
I smirked, "Well, we're friends. I got one, and my boyfriend goes here. So he should be nice and welcoming."
Skylar gave me the first genuine smile I had seen her give. "Come on," she said, "I'll take you to the office."
She led me down the hallway, glaring at everyone who looked at us. They quickly averted their eyes, realizing that Skylar meant business.
I looked her over: blue eyes, short brown hair, dressed pretty casually, repeatedly rubbing her necklace. A nervous habit, I realized.
We went into a room labeled 'Office'. "Hey Mrs. Smith." she said. A woman with dark brown hair looked up from her desk, "Hello, Skylar." She looked at me, "You must be the new girl, Persephone Jackson."
I winced a bit when my full name was said, "Actually," I interrupted, "Call me Percy."
Mrs. Smith smiled, "Alright then, Percy. Here's your schedule, locker number and locker combination." She handed me two slips of paper and said, "Have a great day first day here!"
I smiled back at her and walked out of the office right behind Skylar. "What's your locker number?" she asked. I looked at the sheet of paper and told her. "124…" she murmured. Her smile brightened, "That's right across the hallway from mine!"
She grabbed my hand and dragged me down the hall, saying that she wanted me to meet the only other person in the school who had been nice to her. Apparently, he had the locker right next to mine.
Before Skylar had a chance to get remotely close to tapping him on the shoulder, another boy blocked our path. Skylar growled, "Go away Mike."
Mike smirked, "Why should I? So you can go and see your 'best friend?'" Skylar began to blush fiercely. His smirk grew, "Ah ha! You're blushing!" She scowled, "Yes, I am. Simply because you are making me extremely uncomfortable. Now: get out of the way!"
Skylar shoved him away, making him stumble. Scowling, Mike sauntered off to join his friends.
She winced, "Sorry about that. He doesn't seem to understand the meaning of no. I think I'll buy him a dictionary for Christmas and bookmark the page that says no."
I chuckled a bit and said, "Okay, let's go and meet this 'best friend' of yours." The corners of her lips twitched up, "Nah, it's not like that. He has a girlfriend in New York." She walked up to a boy with a mass of curly blonde hair.
He turned around and smiled at Skylar. She smiled back and said, "This is Percy, the new girl. Percy, Andy. Andy, Percy."
