Hello everyone! So, I decided to do another story seeing as how I finished two already and I'm only working on one, so I've got time to do another one! And thus this story was born! Well, I've been planning it so... anyway, this is story is going to be rated M because there's going to be a lot of cursing and violence, not sure if there's going to be smut yet... probably not.

I hope you guys like it! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and The Olympians

Percy was silent throughout the car ride home. Once again he had gotten in trouble at his new school. So much for junior year turning out to be different. Percy mentally berated himself. He had promised his mom he would do better at this school. The year had just started and not even a month later he had gotten into another fight. What was wrong with him? Then again, he really couldn't stand the fact that he was getting kicked around by a snarky, snide, egotistical little punk who thought he was doing the whole school a goddamn favor by even going there.

That goddamn brat had been getting on Percy's last nerves, pushing him around, acting like he was the boss of the school, like he was king. Kyle Kingston, the snobby, self-entitled little rich boy who's rich dad donated to the school could honestly get away with anything at that school, which was completely biased. Truman Prep was by far the most unfair school Percy had ever attended, even the name sounded pretentious.

The reason he had been sent home today was because of the fight Percy and Kyle had, Percy of course winning the fight and completely beating the shit out of Kyle; which Percy had to admit, felt really good. Not that Percy bragged much about anything that involved him in anyway, but he didn't just get nicknamed The Demon for no reason.

He wasn't always like this, but growing up in New York especially in the bad part of the city, and with his mom working almost of all of the time, Percy was left alone when going to and from school. Some guys that looked like they belonged in gangs used to ask him if "he was about it?" and Percy was always mouthing off, he had to say something, so he answered back. Maybe it wasn't a smart idea. The leader of the little group didn't like getting crap from a snot nosed kid like Percy so when it came time to really be about it, Percy had to decide. Was he going to run like a coward? Or was he gonna stand up and fight for himself.

Percy went with the latter, which of course was stupid. The other guy was like twice Percy's size and Percy was just a kid but he held his ground. Yeah he got beat up but they eased up on him after he continued to keep fighting, the other guy said Percy was about it and left him alone. That didn't stop trouble from finding Percy though. It was like it didn't matter where he went or what he was doing, trouble was always finding him, call it extreme bad luck.

Percy kept getting into more fights, kept on getting beat up too but eventually the fights were starting to go his way. He got better and better and some people on the streets were starting to notice. They came up to Percy less and less, choosing to look the other way and not mess around with Percy when he passed them. That's how good Percy got at fighting. So good, Percy could take on four guys all at once, yeah it was tricky and yeah they would get the upper hand sometimes, it was four guys against him but something inside Percy refused to give up. Something inside him burned so bright, his will to fight for himself strong and defiant.

He used to fight solely to defend himself, but over time Percy started to see other helpless kids who were once like him. And for some reason, Percy decided to help them. Whether it was to talk or beat someone up who was messing with them or him, he was there for them. Eventually most of the people on the streets decided they didn't want to mess with Percy anymore. They'd heard of the Demon but very few knew it was actually Percy. It was a nickname of someone who most people thought didn't exist. The reason of why they stopped messing with Percy was because some way, somehow, Percy had developed this scary look about him.

There was something in his eyes that made others wanna back off. One glance was all it took to keep others who wanted trouble, away from Percy. One look was all it took to let them know, Percy was not to be messed with. Of course there were still idiots that would challenge Percy, although he would never listen to them or even make a move to fight them. Not until they threw the first punch did he ever get involved.

Now Kyle, obviously didn't know about the rumors, in fact no one at Truman Prep knew about the rumors of his nickname; which was more than fine by Percy, since of course Percy was only known as The Demon on the streets and at a few public schools. Plus it didn't really make sense for the people at his school to know about him since these kids were all sheltered. Percy guessed he shouldn't have butt in the first day at his new school, then he wouldn't have fought Kyle today resulting in him getting sent home today and possibly getting suspended. But he didn't regret helping that poor kid who was getting bullied by Kyle and his four goons. So he painted a target on his back, didn't matter to Percy until today that is. He didn't think it would have gotten this far.

"Percy," his mother spoke, "I want to hear your side of the story, the principal barely let you talk, how could you defend your actions."

Percy let out a puff of air, his mother always was understanding, she didn't like that Percy fought a lot, but she understood the reasons behind them, most times. She was never one to get angry at Percy, or raise her voice at him, Sally Jackson was an incredible woman and mother. Percy hated disappointing her, hated seeing her worry about trying to find another school that would accept Percy. But having the reputation of getting kicked out of 14 schools made other schools question whether to accept him or not, which in turn made things even more difficult for Percy and his mom.

"Mom, he was...I was on the school's roof with this other kid just having lunch and he and his buddies...they started to beat up this kid who was known around the school for being gay... and I just couldn't let that slide."

His mother sighed heavily, "Percy I understand you want to help, and that was great of you to stand up for someone else, but you can't fight someone else's battles or put yourself in danger. It's admirable that you help others but fighting isn't always the answer."

"Mom, they were taunting him and calling him slurs, if those guys knew I like boys too those slurs would have been directed at me. That could have been me getting bullied there mom, I couldn't not do anything..."

"Percy," Sally sighed, "I love that you're so ready to help people, anyone really but there's got to be another way to do things."

The rest of the ride home was silent and Percy couldn't think of anything else other than what was going to happen now...

Once at home, Percy locked himself in his room, grabbed his guitar and started to strum it gently.

Despite living in New York, their apartment wasn't too bad. It was small but comfy, Sally could brighten up any place when she put her mind to it. Percy's room was small but at least it was his space.

He stopped strumming the guitar and tuned it before giving it another go.

His dad Poseidon gave it to him for his birthday a month before he died in a car accident when Percy was eleven. Percy and his mother had been devastated, to Percy it sort of felt like the world ended and for a moment, he was so angry at everything. Sally was almost inconsolable but she continued on, drawing strength and pulling herself and Percy forward. Unfortunately, Percy hadn't made it too easy for her. He never did. He was a real problem child but little by little Percy stopped being so angry at the world and started to move forward, knowing his dad wouldn't have wanted Percy to live his life like that.

He looked just like his father. Percy had the same windswept hair that made it seem as though he were standing on a ship at sea, the same sea green eyes that looked like the ocean were being held in them, the same skin that was a bit tan, and in his earlier years, Poseidon had been lean yet muscular. Percy was on his way of looking the same way too, lean yet getting a bit of definition, mostly on his arms and he was tall, standing at 6'1. No one could deny that Percy Jackson was a looker. At whatever school he had gone to, girls fawned over him and even a few boys.

Although in all his years, he had never gotten attached to anyone in a romantic way. No one made his stomach flutter, or even make his pulse quicken and his heart beat fast at just the sight of them. No one had done that and maybe it could be due to the fact that Percy was utterly oblivious but, he just couldn't seem to get too romantically attached to anyone or harbor a crush on anyone. He could make friends though but they were very few and far in-between. And with him constantly changing schools, it was hard to keep in touch as much.

Percy put his guitar away and laid down on his bed, he was tired and today had been exhausting, he wanted to sleep.

When he woke up, it was morning. He had slept all through yesterday and during the night. Percy looked to his bedside table where his digital clock resided and saw the time. It was 5:30 am, the sun was close to rising. He groggily got up and made his way to the bathroom. After finishing up, Percy made his way to the kitchen to grab himself something to drink before going back to sleep. The next time he woke up was around 9 am, and Percy heard his mother in the kitchen. The sea green eyed boy got up and walked over, already smelling pancakes and toast. His mom had made her famous blue pancakes; it was a thing they had begun to do over the years, way back when Percy's dad had been alive, but they continued it to this day. It was also his mom's way of cheering him up.

"Morning honey, you missed lunch and dinner yesterday so, I figured you'd be hungry this morning. I made pancakes, toast, bacon and ham, and blue chocolate chip cookies from yesterday, ya know," Sally smiled at her son, "the works! Eat up!"

"Mom...you're awesome!" Percy was fully awake now and started to pile up on the food that was spread out on the kitchen counter onto his plate. His mom ruffled his hair as she went around him, telling Percy she was going to check the mail.

Sally left the apartment, telling Percy not to eat too fast or he'd get a stomach ache. When she came back, she had a worried look on her face and Percy stopped eating as he looked at her.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Percy asked, feeling worried.

"Percy, you got expelled from the school...the letter says effective immediately..."

Percy let out a heavy sigh, "again?" His mother nodded sadly. "Mom, I'm sorry-"

"No Percy, you weren't completely at fault, I'm guessing Kyle's father had something to do with this."

She looked at another envelope, opened it up and read the contents of it. Her face paled considerably.

"What is it this time?" Percy asked, growing a bit fearful.

"We're wanted at court on Friday at eight in the morning."

Suddenly, Percy lost his appetite and he felt like he wasn't going to be able to stomach those last bites of pancakes still in his mouth. What was going to happen to him? Was he going to be sent to a correctional facility?

Kyle's father was more than just rich, he was also a diplomat, which meant he could've pulled some strings to make sure Percy got in to even more trouble. This was more than unfair. Getting kicked out of school should have been enough, it was only Percy's first time getting in trouble so it didn't make sense that he would get kicked out unless Kyle's dad had something to do with it but to take it to court?

Percy had no idea what was going to happen and he didn't want to think about it...with Friday so close, he would just have to wait and see what was going to happen, and Percy just hoped it wasn't going to be anything too serious.

On Friday, Sally and Percy made it to the court room at 7:50 in the morning, and waited for only a few minutes before being ushered inside a room where a judge sat.

"Good morning Mrs. Jackson and Mr. Jackson," an old man greeted.

"Good morning your honor," Sally politely spoke.

"Good morning sir," Percy followed her example.

"Please, take a seat."

The old man was named Judge Tim Roberts. He had graying hair, nice warm brown eyes, a wrinkled face that would light up at times with a kind smile. There were laugh lines around his mouth, and for some reason Percy strangely felt at ease around him.

"Now then, we're here to discuss about young Percy Jackson and what school would take him in next...the problem is no school is going to consider taking Percy in and that is all Kent Kingston's doing, the father of Kyle Kingston."

Percy felt his stomach drop. If no school was going to take him in, would he have to drop out or... get his GED?

"Wait, so- Percy can't finish school all because of one man?" Sally's voice trembled slightly.

"Mr. Kingston holds a bit of sway with diplomatic status and money, not to mention his going into politics, running for governor of New York, and because other schools are fearful of what he could do, they won't accept young Percy. They're afraid to be on the end of his wrath... but I feel I have found a solution."

At the sound of that, both Sally and Percy perked up and listened intently as the judge continued.

"Now, the fight isn't entirely Percy's fault, it was found that Kyle started it, in fact when I look at his records, Percy only seems to fight for the downtrodden and is never the one to start a fight, he is the one who finishes it though. His methods to help others seem a bit out of wack but it's the way he is and well, what can we do about that?" The judge smiled softly and neither mother or son couldn't help but return the smile.

"Now then, there are two schools that can't be bullied by Kent Kingston, one of them is Tribecca Prep, and it would accept Percy on the one condition that he attend another school for seven months, without getting into a single fight or in trouble. It would be the ultimate test considering what type of school it is; it's name is Wild's Academy. If he can do that, Tribecca Prep has guaranteed a spot for Percy up until he graduates and they will not expel him under any circumstances. I feel that it's a great opportunity. Now the other school can't be bullied because well... it's a school for delinquents...actually it's also the same school Tribecca Prep wants Percy to attend...Wild's Academy..."

Wild's Academy. A school for delinquents. A dangerous school known to hold a vast number of dangerous students. Students that have been to juvenile, have been in gangs or are still in gangs...there are rumors that some of their students have been arrested before and locked up.

"So, wait a minute... I have to go to this school, for seven months, a school for delinquents who are in gangs and things like that and if I'm good or whatever, I can leave and I'm guaranteed a spot in Tribecca Prep without getting expelled ever?" Percy asked the judge, feeling a swirl of emotions, "or if I fail, I just end up staying at that school?"

"Correct."

"Oh god, Percy honey, that's dangerous you could-" Sally stopped mid-sentence, fearing for what her son would have to go through.

"Mom, it's better than just going there until I graduate next year, if I behave good for seven months then I get to go to a different school..."

He would never admit that the thought of going to Wild's Academy scared him, especially since he had no idea what to expect from that school. He could get stabbed for all he knew. Those people in that school, they were dangerous and they were put there for a reason.

"So, I'm going with the assumption that you will be attending Wild's Academy for seven months under the observation of two representatives from Tribecca Prep to evaluate you, yes?" The judge asked Percy.

"Yes your honor," Percy nodded his head, determination evident in his eyes.

"Very will, your first day at Wild's Academy is Monday, September 25, on April 25, you will come back here and be told whether or not you have succeeded and will be leaving Wild's Academy. Good luck young Percy Jackson."

"Thank you sir," Percy smiled at the judge.

Sally and Percy left, the judge said that Percy's transcripts were going to be sent out during the weekend and by Monday, they should be ready, all that was needed was for Percy to show up Monday morning and get his schedule.

Percy felt nervous and the drive back home was suffocatingly silent. Sally had wanted to speak up but didn't know what to say. If she were looking at this logically, it really was the best choice for Percy to go to Wild's Academy for only seven months, the problem would be if Percy could keep up a good, fightless streak during that time.

In the end, she decided not to say anything.

Percy looked at the school he would be going to for the next seven months and if he failed, for the rest of his time in high school from inside his mom's car. She had told Percy that she wanted to drop him off before going to work; she owned a bakery which was very popular. She wouldn't be able to pick Percy up, but that was fine by him.

"Percy," Sally said, worry was etched on her face, "please be careful, please. The ones getting bullied... remember that they are there for a reason okay?"

Percy nodded his head. He understood what his mom was telling him. If a person was getting bullied, he couldn't jump in to help them, he'd paint a target on his back and after all, the person wouldn't be completely helpless. This was different, none of the kids here were helpless, all of them were delinquents and dangerous, and Percy was one too.

Percy got out of the car, said bye to his mom and walked to the entrance. He was told to come in after the first bell rang, while everyone else was in class. Percy made his way to the main office and opened the door to go inside. There was a secretary sitting in the first desk Percy saw; who was an African American woman with blondish red hair, short and stylish, glasses, a curvy figure, and make up that didn't stand out too much.

She looked up at Percy and smiled, "good morning young man, I'm Ms. Covinngton, now what can I help you with?"

"Good morning, I'm Percy Jackson, today's my first day here."

"Okay, stay right there, I'm gonna call someone for you," she started to dial a number on her phone as Percy waited for further instructions. He heard her talking on the phone to someone before hanging up and smiling at him once more.

"Mr. Diaz, your counselor will give you your schedule, go in through this door and on the third door to your left, you'll be greeted by a bald man with a big bushy mustache," She smiled and Percy thanked her as he made his way inside.

Percy passed two doors on his right and on the third door to his left, he went inside where he saw a broad, stocky somewhat short bald man with a huge bushy mustache sitting on a desk.

"Morning Percy," the counselor greeted Percy, he held out his hand for Percy to shake and Percy saw that his arms were super hairy and thick, "nice to meet you I'm Mr. Diaz your counselor, my door is always open for you if you ever need anything from me."

"Morning, Mr. Diaz, uh-thank you," Percy shook his hand and made a move to sit but Mr. Diaz stopped him.

"It's okay, you don't have to sit, I've already got your schedule," he handed Percy a sheet of paper, "I'll call a student down to show you around the school, so... yeah," he shrugged his shoulders, "nevermind I guess yeah, sit down."

Mr. Diaz picked up the phone near his computer and called a classroom asking for a student to show Percy around. Not five minutes later, a girl came in the office. She had dark, burgundy red hair obviously dyed but it looked good on her, light brown eyes, with tan skin.

"Percy Jackson, meet Margo Gonzalez, Margo, you're gonna be showing Percy around the school so you two, get acquainted."

"Okay, nice to meet you Percy," Margo stuck out her hand to Percy, which he shook.

"Hey," Percy smiled, he briefly wondered what she did to get in a school like this? She seemed nice enough. "Uh, thank you Mr. Diaz."

"Anytime," Mr. Diaz called after them as they left his office.

He followed her out the way he came in and passed by Ms. Covinngton, Margo waved goodbye to her and so did Percy.

The school was nice, which surprised Percy because he had expected it to be messed up with graffiti all over the walls or something. The tiles were white and gray, boring colors and the walls were white, they had a few posters up here and there but it was mostly bare.

"So, what brings you to this school?" Margo asked Percy.

"Um, got kicked out of 14- well.. 15 now, schools and um, yeah.." Percy wasn't too keen on sharing information with someone he had just met, but Margo merely nodded her head and didn't question him anymore.

"Well, the cafeteria is right outside these double doors, just walk straight ahead and you'll get there, be careful where you sit though. The kids here are very territorial over tables," Margo rolled her eyes as she continued, "and then if you turn right, and go straight down, you'll reach another set of double doors, that leads to the gym and then another set not too far off that lead to the locker rooms, and the outside space used for P.E and the dance room on the side of the locker rooms. And if you walk past those double doors, towards the end, all the way in the back is the library. You just have to pass a third set or is it technically fourth?" Margo questioned herself before shrugging.

"Pass those third set double doors which lead to the band room and ROTC classes. Now, the first floor is for electives, such as art, choir, technology, mechanics, cosmo and things like that. The second floor is for History and different language classes, such as Spanish, and Italian and French and some math classes. The third floor is for English and most of the math classes and the fourth floor is for science classes and it has all of these lab rooms on that floor. The fifth floor is nothing and technically closed off, all in all, this school was designed to be pretty easy to navigate through."

They kept on walking as Margo talked about the school not being as bad as it sounds from the outside as Percy took in the information.

"Oh, a warning, don't go to the one closed off section on the fourth floor alone okay, it's closed off for a reason and you'll see a sign that says it's closed so just don't go near it okay?" Margo said seriously as she looked at Percy in the eye.

"Why?" Percy asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Because around this school, there's a guy who thinks of himself as the self-proclaimed king. And he rules on fear. He wasn't always king, there used to be a queen and after she left, he took control and controlled other mindless idiots to join him, but he wasn't supposed to be king, someone else was supposed to take over. So because of how many people he has working under him now, he rules the school. Stay away from the closed off section of the fourth floor because that's where he and his people meet up and plan things," Margo explained.

Percy gave her a quizzical look, not fully understanding this whole king and queen thing. What on earth was she talking about?

"Huh? Queen? What kind of school is this? A kingdom or something?"

"It's a monarchy, always has been, always will be," Margo sighed as she said that.

"Please explain, I'm completely lost."

"See, this school has always had a queen or a king, because these kids, they're delinquents you think they give a rat's ass about the adults in charge? No, they don't. So, the principal a long time ago made a deal with a person who was well known and well feared throughout the school to become some form of leader, and control these delinquents. This person would sort of deal with the problems, for example, if a fight broke out between two people, they would go before the queen or king and they would hear out both sides, once both sides were heard the king or queen would decide how to resolve it and then put restrictions on both parties until they learned their lesson."

To Percy it all sounded weird and like nonsense. This school literally ran like some form of government. Why was this even happening in the first place?

"I know, it sounds weird but it worked, the school barely had any fights break out after the system was put in place and we actually got along. Sure, not many really liked it but when the leader in charge had fearsome and strong people working under them, no one went against them. Back then, a girl named Bianca used to be queen, but ever since she left Triton took charge and well, he rules on fear. He's very cruel actually... and the principal has tried many times to get others to overthrow him because the school is becoming a wreck once more; some people join solely for the violence that comes with beating up others, but he's feared throughout here... well except by one group. It's small and constantly getting into fights with Triton's Kingsmen; that's what his best fighters call themselves," at that Margo snorted. "It's coincidentally Bianca's little brother. He's been trying to take back the throne although, he seems a bit hot headed..."

Percy could not believe what he was hearing. In what world did these delinquents even live in? This sounded like something from a show or a book or a movie...it sounded completely insane! This could not be real, could it?

"Come on, first period is going to end in like 45 minutes, let's get you there."

Percy followed Margo to the third floor, he had English.

"Well, I'll see you after this class, I need to show you to your locker. Okay bye," with that, Margo left and Percy looked after her. She was a bit of an odd girl but she seemed nice enough to be a friend...

Percy opened the door to his first class and walked in.

The teacher stopped in the middle of her lecture. She was young and very pretty. She had short brown hair, black rimmed glasses and sported pink lipstick, she had a huge smile on her face when she greeted Percy.

"Hello, and who are you?" Percy could tell that a lot of the students probably had a crush on her, she seemed nice too. Percy briefly wondered how she became a teacher in this school of all places. She seriously looked out of place, even her cheery wardrobe clashed with the students.

"I'm Percy Jackson. I'm new here."

"Hello Percy, I'm Ms. Perrine, please come in, let's see, where can you sit down?" Ms. Perrine looked around the room and found an empty seat. "Oh! You can sit next to Nico di Angelo, Nico, raise your hand please."

Percy looked over and saw a boy with shaggy, inky black hair, pale skin and dark brown eyes that had bags under them. He looked skinny and he rolled his eyes as he held up his hand. Percy made his way towards the seat beside him and sat down. He looked at the boy named Nico and stared at him. Said boy looked back at Percy and glared until Percy looked away. The guy actually had a terrifying glare and Percy thought that he may have looked skinny but that didn't stop him from being dangerous.

All that Percy had learned from Margo was killing his head, this whole school worked like a system from the what seemed like the middle ages. Like a monarchy and it was ridiculous. It seemed completely crazy. Percy briefly wondered what had he gotten himself into...

And so! That is a wrap! Do you like the idea for this story? Let me know and R&R! Thanks for reading!