a/n: hey peeps… needed to write something depressing so here you go: all of my emotions but into crappy fanfiction writing stuffs. updates will probably be daily but really short. just so you know…. well then ima start the chapter now
They never seemed to notice the way he never ate. They never payed attention to him, focused still on the quest.
Leo Valdez didn't blame them.
Saving the world was so much more important than him-worthless, dumb, useless, stupid Leo Valdez.
Leo was absently tinkering with some spare parts when Jason knocked on the door before coming in.
"Hey, everyone's at mess hall. You coming?"
Leo jumped, startled from his thoughts. "Uh, yeah. Just gimme a moment."
"Hurry up, it's important," Jason said, then left.
Leo glanced at his work and sighed.
He couldn't even build right.
Shoving the stuff under his bed, he was getting up when he heard the clunk of his creation hitting something.
He froze.
And he suddenly remembered all the things that were under that bed.
A few minutes later Leo Valdez stumbled into mess hall, his grin still plastered on his face.
"Hey people's, Bad Boy McShi-oh." It seemed the rest of the seven had started the meeting.
Seeming to notice him, Percy swung around and glared at him. "What took you so long?"
Leo shrugged. "Gotta wait for the best moments of the Supreme Commander of the Argo II."
Percy snorted.
See that? The voices taunted. No one wants you. They all hate you. They'd be better off without you.
Leo choked. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"What?"
"Nothing," Leo grinned, regaining his composure.
And at that moment the ship shook, every one of the Seven flying from their seats.
Leo sighed.
"Oh just great, it's a monster attack!"
a/n: yes, i am aware that percy is a very nice person but keep in mind he's probably still just a little bit pissed at leo for blowing up new rome