Percy looked around the apartment skeptically and shrugged. "It's okay, I guess. What do you think, Annabeth?" She turned to her best friend with one dark eyebrow raised.
"It's kind of small," The blonde admitted, gray eyes soaking the room in. "Where are you going to train swordplay?"
"The woods, most likely," Percy said, walking into the bedroom. It was smaller than her room in New York, but at least she had it to herself this time. "I mean, after that whole serial killer fiasco, I doubt there will be any people to see it." She fingered Riptide in her pocket and turned back to her friend, who was now studying the security system.
"This is so low- tech," Annabeth told the other girl, "you're gonna have to upgrade it."
"As if I need a security system," Percy smirked. "I'll be fine. Promise."
"I trust you know that I'm holding you to that," Annabeth told her. "I've got to get back to camp soon anyway. You're sure you'll be fine?"
"Yeah. This is the only school in the country willing to take me at this point, so not like I have much choice."
"Speaking of, please try not to get expelled. Last thing we want is you going to school in Canada or something."
"Hey, who knows. Canada might not be so bad. According to Grover, there's a lot of nature still in touch in Canada." Percy tried to hold back a smile, but failed miserably as she grinned impishly at her best friend.
"I have to go make sure the Stolls haven't blown anything up yet," Annabeth sighed. "IM me as much as you can, so we know you're okay. You have Nectar and Ambrosia? Drachma?"
"I'm going to be perfectly fine, Wise Girl," Percy laughed carelessly. "Not much has messed with me in the past little while."
"Still. You're one of the Big Three, better safe than sorry." Annabeth hugged Percy briefly before waving and heading out to the street, where the Gray Sisters' taxi was waiting. It was going to take a whole lot of drachma getting back to Long Island.
When she was gone, Percy stretched languidly and flopped onto the couch, coughing at the cloud of dust that surrounded her on impact. The apartment had been vacant for several months before she took it, she really shouldn't trust the furniture. With a sigh, Percy ran a hand through her hair. It was brushing her shoulders, a little longer than she normally kept it. The shorter it was, the easier it was to fight with it.
"Beacon Hills," Percy mused, sitting up and looking out the window. "Let's hope you can handle me." She stood, walking to the kitchen to sort through the food Annabeth had packed. If she was lucky, there'd be frozen pizza or a bag of chips somewhere.
Isaac shifted restlessly in his seat. It was the class before lunch, Chemistry, also known as the only class in which ninety percent of the supernatural community of Beacon Hills attend. He glanced up at the clock and sighed. It was going to be a long day.
"Is this Mr. Harris' Chem class?" A feminine voice asked. The entire room looked up to see a new girl walk in. She was reasonably tall, lean and graceful, with dark hair and sea- green eyes.
"Yes. You're the new student? Priscilla Jackson?" Mr Harris asked in a bored tone.
"Percy," the girl corrected.
"The one who's been expelled from almost every school in the state of New York? With Dyslexia and ADHD?"
"Yeah," Percy nodded, arching an eyebrow as if to say 'is that a problem?'.
"Take a seat next to Mr. Lahey," Harris told her, turning back to the board. Percy rolled her eyes when his back was turned and took the empty seat next to Isaac, who could smell the salty sea scent coming off her. She opened her binder and textbook, reaching for a ballpoint pen and then hesitating and snatching her pencil instead.
"I'm Isaac," whispered the werewolf softly.
"Percy. Nice to meet you." She smiled crookedly, crossing one leg over the other and then glancing at the board and cursing in a language Isaac was sure he'd never heard.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"My dyslexia, the learning does not come easily," Percy answered, wrinkling her nose and narrowing her eyes at the board as if to focus harder.
"Do you want to borrow my notes?" the boy offered.
"Thanks," Percy said, looking down and starting to copy down the notes. "I'll have to talk to Annabeth, she can hook me up with versions I can read," the girl muttered lowly, and Isaac, sure he wasn't supposed to have heard that, silently continued his work.
Isaac didn't see Percy at lunch where he was sitting with Jackson, Lydia, Scott, Stiles and Allison. She wasn't in the cafeteria or outside, at least.
"Isaac? Was that girl seriously kicked out of every school in New York?" Stiles asked.
"I didn't ask," Isaac replied with a shrug. "Maybe. She said she doesn't learn easily."
"Yeah, but I doubt she got expelled for failing. It had to be something big." Scott said.
"Can't you hack her files or something?" Lydia asked, poking at her salad with a fork. "Find out what got her kicked out?"
"Not without Danny," Stiles shook his head, "and I don't think he'll help me again. So, one of you will have to ask."
"I'll do it," Jackson volunteered. "Out of all of us, I'm most likely to get a yes." He stood and pulled out his phone, starting to dial his friend's number.
"She sets me on edge," Allison told them distractedly. "She moves like a fighter."
Percy sat calmly thirty feet up in a tree, watching the rainbow in front of her with feigned interest. "So the statue of Zeus is going where?"
"In the main hall of the palace," Annabeth answered animatedly. "And the entire palace is going to be designed like the Parthenon, only with multiple levels. It has to be big or the gods will kill each other, and Ares' training hall's already taking up more room then it's supposed to."
"Right. So, any word from Dad?"
"Nothing, Perce. Sorry. I've gotta go, but Grover was asking about you. You should talk to him."
"I will later. Lunch break's almost over. Speaking of school, I'm going to need your help translating everything into Ancient Greek. I'm currently sucking."
"Don't worry, just use that phone Hermes gave you, he can bring me the stuff and then I'll get it back to you ASAP. See you later!" Annabeth disconnected the IM and Percy sighed, dropping from the tree easily and walking back toward the school, pretending to be unaware of the eyes on her back the entire time.
"Who was that new girl?" Derek demanded at the pack meeting the next night.
"Percy Jackson," Scott answered absentmindedly.
"She sits next to Isaac in chem." Jackson nodded. "Danny's hacking her file. Why?"
"Because earlier today she jumped out of a thirty foot tree like it was nothing." Derek growled. "And I want to know what's up."
"She did what?" Isaac asked.
"Jumped out of a tree. What do you know about her?"
"She's been kicked out of almost every school in New York," Lydia answered. "We don't know why. That's what Danny's working on."
"I don't think she's normal. Well, obviously not normal because who's normal in this town anyways, but not normal in a different sense of the term." Allison mused.
"I have no idea what you just said." Stiles informed her.
"Well then what is she?" Derek demanded. "A hunter, a supernatural creature or what?"
"We'll find out," Isaac assured him. "Shouldn't be too hard, right?"
A/N: Alrighty, so there's chapter one. Chapters will probably be around this length for the most part, because I'm still in the process of making the further on decisions, and the ending and whatnot (Leave room for a sequel or make it a finale) and so yeah. Chapter one. Leave me a review, please!