A/N: Okay, I got the idea of this story when I reread The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. For those of you who haven't read it yet, you really should; it's like a classic. This could be like a crossover, but I only got the idea of it from them; the characters that are not OCs all belong to Rick Riordan, and Rick Riordan only. But some ideas in here are from S.E. Hinton. Like the title was inspired from the book. So yeah, enjoy! And yes, this will be a Jasper story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson characters at all or any ideas from the novel, The Outsiders, at all.

Shake, shake, shake, I groaned as I felt something lightly grasping my shoulder. It was 6 am for crying out loud! Couldn't whoever was trying to wake me up can it, and go back to sleep? Really, it was all I actually wanted to do on a Monday morning like this. So why was the person who was shaking me being so stubborn?

"Piper...wake up..." a deep male voice called out, still messing with my shoulder. I grunted and reached over to the other side of the bed for my hands to grasp the pillow, and I hit the person who was calling my name as hard as my sleepy mind could muster. The person groaned a little, but other than that, didn't react at all.

"Piper, please...it's the first day of school..." I could notice his voice was equally tired as I felt, but that didn't make me feel any more sympathy than which I already felt for hitting the guy. Which was absolutely none.

I finally forced my mouth open to talk, knowing that if I kept silent for any longer, I just might explode and possibly kill the person who was interrupting my sleep. The previous night, I had been working my ass off at the local diner nearby my apartment that I share with my dad, and I didn't get home until like two in the morning. And really, I would do anything for just a couple of more minutes of shut-eye. "I don't understand why you care so much...you look forward to skipping classes, not actually attending them."

I already knew who was waking me up the moment he shook my shoulder because it was simply obvious. In the back of my room, there's a window, and I gave him and my other best friend Leo the key to it so they could visit me if they needed to. They had a hard time with their families, so I offered them free hospitality since they were practically family to me whenever they wanted.

It was mornings like these that I sort of wished I never gave them the key. "Well, yeah but it's the first day. I can't afford to go to detention like this. Do you remember the last reaction of my mother when I was put into detention so early?"

If I wasn't still attempting to sleep and my eyes weren't glued shut, I would have rolled my eyes, though the reaction was a tad bit humorous. No, scratch that, it was hilarious. His mother literally flipped out on him. I could remember the entire conversation fresh from my memory as if it was yesterday, even though it was a year ago. I would tell it to you, but she had said some words that weren't even in my vocabulary. "You know, ever since you started dating Annabeth last month, you have been acting a little more responsible and maybe even more organized. I'm not sure if I like it or not."

Annabeth was Percy's, the irritable stupid boy that was shaking my shoulder earlier and my best friend, girlfriend. They had been friends for a long time now, but Percy finally had the pair to ask her out, despite all of our teasing at him. Leo and I were close with Annabeth as well, but not as close as Percy, Leo, and I were together. We had been best friends for who knows how long when, and that was why Percy was at my room so early in the morning instead of at Annabeth's place.

That, and the fact that I was probably the most lethargic human being alive, and Annabeth didn't need help waking up to go to school; she was always so prepared on her own. I might have even mistaken her for a Soc because she was so organized and responsible (the complete opposite of Percy), if I haven't known her and her family for so long. But once you do get to know her, there's no mistaking it. She was a legitimate Greaser, and that was it.

"Well, get used to it. I'm not leaving that girl anytime soon." I could feel a small smile creep onto my face, even though I was still mad at Percy, and didn't do anything to stop it. They really were a cute couple.

"Good. She's good for you."

"You really need to wake up. I promise if you do, I won't bother you that much in the mornings on school days."

"Nope."

"Fine, then, you really leave me no choice, McLean." He went quiet for a while and that quickly got me thinking. Percy was never quiet. I could hear some shuffling of footsteps and the window to my room creaking open again. Was he leaving to go back to his own apartment that was literally right above mine? After a few moments of more silence, I finally sighed in relief. I folded my arms under the back of my head and kicked my left foot over the right, getting ready to chill for a while.

Biggest. Mistake. Ever. Because right when I was about to drift off again, I felt something so icy cold, that it literally sent chills straight through my bones, making me shiver dramatically. Water. Fuck you, Percy. I felt my body shoot up to give a sharp glare at the smirking raven-haired kid, ignoring the dripping madness of the water that was weighing down my pajamas. "What the hell, Jackson?" I shouted even though I was used to this. I got so lazy sometimes, that he almost did this routine everyday.

Through his chuckles, "Oh, man...you should have seen your face...oh God, it never gets old..." I swung my body over the bed to give him a nice slap on the arm to make him shut up.

Of course, it was no use, but I still resumed to shove Percy out the window again. "That's it, I'm taking back my key."

"No you won't. You always say that and you never do. As much as you don't like to admit it, I know you like my company as much as you like Leo's. You would be too lonely without us," then his big smirking face shifted to a deep frown, "we all probably would be."

And it's true. All three of us never really got much attention from our families. We always did have family issues. Percy's was that his mom was forced to look after him when his father abandoned them. The two were close to each other, but there was always some type of gap. I couldn't really explain it, but I just know it was there.

Leo's mom had died when he was little, and his dad was forced to look after him. And they were nowhere near close. There was always some type of fighting going on between them, and Leo's dad never understood anything about his own son. And either way, he was always too preoccupied with his work to pay much attention to him.

That's something I can understand. My mom had abandoned me as soon as I was born, also forcing my dad to look after me. Unlike Leo, me and my dad were close to each other like Percy and his mother were, but it was different. Percy's mother actually took care of him. She fed him, offered to help him with anything he needed, and mostly...gave him attention. I barely even got to see my dad nowadays, due to his work.

I shook my head away from the sorrow thoughts and turned back to Percy. "Okay, you're right. But you should still go back to your apartment now. Your mother is probably worried. And I need to change anyways, thanks to you," I said, gesturing to my wet clothes.

"Oh, please. If it weren't for me, you would be entering school with your pajamas!" He exclaimed while climbing out the window.

I blew an immature raspberry at him, refusing to admit that what he said was absolutely one hundred percent true, and smirked when he blew one back, even though he was out of my sight now. I looked back at my book-bag that was sitting next to my bed and sighed. It was time to get ready.

After I was done getting ready and I ate breakfast and such, I marched outside of my apartment, waiting for Leo and Percy to come so we could walk together to go to school. Our school was literally a block away, and it wouldn't take that long to walk to school. It was a peaceful morning outside; the birds were chirping in the near distance, the sun was shining bright above my head, and even though I was complaining just half an hour ago, I couldn't have been more optimistic about the day. Something just felt so...right.

And like it normally does, that moment only lasted about five seconds when a blue Mustang came into view right across the street and parked right in front of a cafe. A blonde teenage boy that looked around my age and a black-haired girl that looked sort of Hispanic walked out of the car. I groaned again as I immediately recognized who they were.

They were both Socs, of course; you could already tell that by the type of expensive car they drove in. And they were practically the most popular kids in the school. The girl as I mentioned before, was Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano, and she was one of the most educated, most know-it-all, most responsible person I have ever seen in my entire life. She reminded me of Annabeth, but a hundred times more worse.

The "handsome and good-looking guy" as the Soc cheerleaders that were near my locker called him, otherwise known as the mentioned blonde guy in front of my eyes, was Jason Grace, the practical definition of a Soc. Expensive clothes, expensive house, expensive car, and expensive family pretty much sealed the deal. Not to mention his looks. Sure he's okay-looking with his sharp blond locks and his bright blue eyes, and he's fairly tall too, but that didn't cut it in my opinion.

And it was going to take a lot more than good looks and a lot of money to change it.

Anyways, rumor has it that they're dating. I'm not sure if it is true or not, but the way that he acts all gentleman-y in front of her, sort of reinforces my thoughts about them being together. I scoffed; two separate snobs are enough, no need to bring them together like that. And besides, Socs didn't get what it was like with Greasers. They didn't understand what we had to go through everyday. Some of us couldn't even walk to a nearby shop without consulting their parents first and get away with it without a good beating.

And that's what I hate about them most. Of course, we don't really talk to them much, but our glares that we shoot at each other are more than words itself. Socs and Greasers are complete arch enemies with each other, and nothing in the world could change that.

I frown even more as I remember that the two laughing Socs in front of my eyes are still in the same high school as us, attending Sophomore year. That made me sigh as I felt the tiredness that I had before, slowly creeping its way back into my body, urging to conquer it.

It was going to be a long day.

A/N: Was this alright? Please tell me in a review because I've been thinking about this for like four weeks straight, and I finally had the courage to write this after a good long consideration.

Till next time,

Penguin