Heyyoo! This is my first fanfic so please don't hate! Enjoy the story, and I'm always open to ideas!
Disclaimer I don't own Percy, Rick does.
Story starts off at the final football game, then a college prom and graduation.
Percy P.O.V
It was the final field goal of the game. We were already up by a touchdown, so I didn't have anything to worry about. I was the quarterback, and Matt Sloan was the kicker. We were all set up. I was holding the ball, Sloan kicks it. What could go wrong?
We started the play. I was holding the ball in the right position. At least I thought I was. He ran forward and missed the ball. Instead he kicked me where Apollo don't shine.
Let me tell you it hurt like Hades. Right after his "accident", we had to stop the game for a minute. I was rolling around on the field because it hurt so much. I always knew he had it in for me, when I got QB and he didn't. I eventually got off of the field, with a limp in my step, and we ended up wining.
Right after the game was a dance or a prom, or whatever you call it. Sloan just had to mess that up to. What do the fates have in store for me?
Annabeth P.O.V
Oh gods. Poor Percy. Matt always messes stuff up for him. When he got kicked "you know where", the Travis was like "That bastard!" "This calls for revenge!"
Nonetheless, I was really exited for this dance! Then we were going to graduate! Percy and I could live with each other, get our dream jobs, have kids... wait! Where did that come from!? I'm probably going crazy because of all this homework.
Sorry about such a short chapter. I will definetly make longer ones. Review your thoughts and ideas please! Toodles!