A/N: Hello everyone, this story is being made based on the poll I had up on my profile that ended last week as well as the pms I received as well. Thank you to everyone that voted, because we have a winner. The results are in:

1st) Percy Jackson & the Olympians Story: 43 votes

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4th) Star Wars: The Clone Wars and Teen Wolf Crossover: 12 votes

5th) Hunger Games Story: 7 votes

Also, read the bottom author note to be aware of future updates.

So without further ado, I present to you, my newest fanfiction story: "Beginner's Luck?"

Chapter 1

Jason POV

It was the start of a new year. The start of another football season, and a great way to show the entire state of New York that I am the best at my position. I've been playing football since I was eight years old, starting off with pee-wee football and going into 6A competition.

"Grace! Get some pads on. Tryouts start in ten minutes." My coach shouted from the other side of the locker room.

"You ready to see some fresh meat?" Leo asked as he nudged my shoulder with a broad grin.

"Fuck yeah I am. Can't wait to see all these bitches humiliate themselves in front of the entire school." I retorted as I fist-bumped him.

During football tryouts on the first day, the entire school was free to watch if they wanted to. And considering that football was our biggest sport, everyone came to watch. Even those who knew nothing about the sport just came to watch the weak get pulverized.

Jogging out onto the field, a loud roar of cheers went up. Everyone knew who I was, just by looking at the number on my back, 7. There was only a few boos that came from the right side of the stands, led by the 'Renegades' as they liked to call themselves. They were the "emo" kids of our school.

After waving a couple times to everyone else, I glanced over at the group of freshmen and transfers that hoped to make varsity. There were a couple of promising looking teenagers, but none looked impressive as they were. I just had to wait until they were running drills, or actually playing in the scrimmage just before class started.

"First up as a new freshman tryout is Luke Castellan, for the position of slot receiver." The coach announced in a clear voice as a blonde haired boy stepped forward.

"Don't take any shit, Lukas." Someone from the group called out in a playful warning tone.

But Luke only rolled his eyes in return. "Whatever you say Tavy." He called back with a wink.

I looked over at Leo in surprise. "Another gay couple?" Leo mouthed at me in confusion.

These two will end up exactly like the last one that came to this school. That was two years ago, when Nico di Angelo and Ethan Nakamura were both on the team, but after a lot of fighting with the team, were both cast off. Then they formed the 'Renegades' and cut off ties with all of their straight friends following the next day.

But this kid, actually showed some potential. His 40 yard run was at an impressive 4.49 second trial. For a high schooler, that was a pretty good time, especially for a receiver or running back of any kind; slot or regular. At the catching drill, he only dropped one pass that bounced off his fingertips when he tried to make a one-handed catch.

I caught sight of the coaches conversing and made my way over. They stopped talking once I got there and looked expectantly at me. "I give him my vote." I said confidently as the coaches nodded to me and put a check mark next to the name.

I couldn't stand on the sidelines the entire tryout morning, unfortunately. I got roped up into participating in some normal drills, that way I could be ready for the scrimmage. So far, the normal positions that people were trying out for were, linebacker, running back, lineman, and kicking specialist.

But the last person on the list was the only one left from the original transfer group. A medium sized skinny teenager with jet-black hair, who looked like he should be a swimmer, instead of trying out for football. "Hey man, you lost? This is football tryouts, not synchronized swimming." I called out, getting a loud echo of chuckles from my buddies.

But the boy only huffed once before openly laughing for a couple of seconds. "I just haven't gotten my shot to perform yet. But it looks like I'm next, so keep your eyes peeled." He remarked, with a small smirk on his face.

"Last up for transfers is Perseus Jackson, going for the position of cornerback/punt returner."

I instantly stopped smiling as the announcement was made. My position outside of receiving, was punt returner as well. This kid was going to try and take away part of my fame, right off the spot. Well, not if I had anything to say about it.

I walked over to where the new guy was lining up to run the 40 yard drill, and crossed my arms in frustration. Leo patted my back. "Don't worry man. No way is coach going to let this walk-on take your position. He doesn't even look like he can beat me in a race when I tried out." He scoffed, making me smile as I remembered that day all too well.

But a whistle snapped me out of my mind as I saw the transfer practically, blur, past me before stopping at the end, not even winded. The coach holding the stopwatch did a double take before showing it to the others. My stomach dropped out of my chest as the announcement was made.

"And it looks like we have a new school record for the fastest 40 time at 4.32 seconds, for Perseus Jackson." I glanced over at the tryout, only to catch a two finger salute and cocky smirk before he jogged over to the next drill.

"No fucking way." I muttered to myself.

And at every single drill he went to, he was making new records that put mine out of context. His vertical jump was forty-four inches, and his broad jump was at an even ten feet. He didn't even drop a single ball at the punt returning drill and juked out several of the veteran seniors on some returns. It was almost like he was an undercover pro player, using an exceptional disguise.

But finally, it was time for all of the tryouts to play in the scrimmage game, against the starters for their shot at making varsity. I saw the defensive coach go up to Perseus and gesture to me with a shake of his head. "Don't worry about me coach." He said as he made his way to stand opposite me on the scrimmage line, as the crowd got to their feet.

"Ready to see what I'm made of?" He taunted as he slapped the front of my helmet, drawing a gasp from the crowd watching. He had actually reached across the line of scrimmage and slapped me like it was nothing.

As the quarterback hiked the ball, I took off in a five and out to the sideline. But I didn't anticipate the transfer to step in front of me as the ball was thrown my way. So when the ball was snatched right in front of me, I stumbled over my feet. As I looked up, Perseus was weaving his way through the line of offense that was trying to prevent him from reaching the end zone.

They eventually got him on the twelve yard line as he was tackled from behind after spinning off of an arm tackle.

Leo strode over and patted me on my back as I looked at him in shock. Together, we made our way over to the sideline as coach motioned for me. "What the hell was that out there, Grace?"

"I don't know coach. The throw was a little bit behind me, but I didn't think he would be able to keep up with me like that." I offered up, not knowing what really just happened.

"Well then, do better. We can't have a newbie showing up our best player." I nodded at his underlying message and headed back onto the field with the rest of the offense.

I made my way over to the usual place that I lined up on for the next play, to see the transfer line opposite me, again. This time I didn't even bother looking at him, only looking at the ball to wait for the call.

Percy POV

Oh this was too easy. The 'king of his pride' was too easy to rile up. He wasn't even looking at me anymore, to retain some of his pride, I guess.

But I knew what play they were running, right before it happened. The running back was being motioned to go out to the left, for a screen pass, and the tight end wouldn't even be looking in my direction. So I waited until the quarterback wasn't looking in my direction and made a 'blitzing' motion with my right hand towards the other defensive transfer, Frank Zhang.

The linebacker nodded and crouched up on the line right as the ball was about to be hiked. I heard a couple of shouts from the coaches and players on the sidelines, but still smiled underneath my helmet. They were trying to warn the quarterback about the new contender, not knowing that I was the one blitzing, instead of Frank.

As the ball was hiked, I left the receiver I was supposed to guard and rushed into the backfield. I wasn't even picked up by anyone as I leveled the quarterback so hard that the football popped out of his hands and into the air.

Of course, the running back was close enough to grab the ball before anyone else could get it. I heard my name being called as I got to my feet, just to feel a hard clap on my back. Frank was smiling beneath his helmet as he yelled out. "Dude that was awesome! You totally knocked the shit out of him." He practically gushed as we walked back to the huddle.

But I didn't pay much attention, only looking back to make sure that the kid got up off the ground. When he was pulled up by Jason, I was given a harsh glare for hitting his buddy, by the wide out. I only rolled my eyes before nodding at the play spoken to us.

For this next play, I lined opposite Grace and backed away four spaces before staying in a defensive stance with my right foot behind my left, facing the quarterback. "Hike!" Jason pushed me back as he ran his route quickly, already creating a two-step difference between us.

Looking back, I jumped up into the air, noticing that the ball was closer than I thought. Reaching behind me with my right hand, I palmed the ball, before pulling it into my chest as I hit the ground, on my back. The wind was knocked out of me as I kept the ball tightly against me. The entire crowd erupted in shock at my interception so much that I could feel the vibrations on the turf underneath me.

"Who even is this kid?" I kept hearing around me as the scrimmage continued on for the next half hour. "He's got amazing speed and agility. Grace has a new competitor in the punt returning department." I smiled at hearing that this guy was also a punt returner as well.

On the last play, I made my biggest impact.

When the ball was hiked, Jason purposefully put his hands into my facemask, not allowing me to see as he pushed me aside. Luckily, I opened my eyes and got back in the game as I poured on the speed as I raced near him. As he came back down with the ball, I hit him harder than I hit the quarterback at the beginning of the practice. Completely knocking him off of his feet, and sending him to the ground in a heap as the ball rolled out of his hands.

I stood over him with my arms crossed as he rolled onto his knees. I crouched down to stay level with him as I spoke. "It's obvious that you don't remember me from last year. I at least hoped that my number would make a memory surface. But I guess that's what you get for what you did to me." I remarked savagely as I rose back onto my feet. I turned around and pointed at the number on my backside once before walking away from the dazed receiver on the ground.

Jason POV

"Ah shit." I muttered as the number on his back brought me into a memory that had been eluding me all practice. I couldn't remember why it seemed so familiar, but now it popped into my head. I thought it was all a bad dream.

Shaking my head, I raised myself onto my feet, unsteadily until Leo put an arm around my shoulders and helped me stand solidly. "Jason…bro, you alright?" He asked as he pulled off my helmet for me.

"I'm good. Just dazed." I admitted as I glanced around to see a lot of people looking back at me with concern. I only waved them off, and they left the stands and made their way to class.

"The hell was that about, dude?!" Cecil yelled out, catching my attention in the locker room as everyone was finishing getting dressed for class.

"Don't know what you're talking about. It's a contact sport, you should know that." He taunted as he shot me a smirk at my look of recognition. "Ah, it looks like your fearless leader knows something. Go ahead and ask him, he might tell you what's going to happen next."

All eyes looked to me, but I shrugged my shoulders. "Get dressed and go to class. It's the first day of school. I don't need to hear about any of you skipping class already." I yelled out.

Perseus POV

I rolled my eyes at the response that Grace gave. Of course, he wouldn't want to admit what he did. He obviously wanted to keep up his appearance of a straight jock that has a girlfriend on the cheerleading team. Someone who would never take advantage of anyone, much less a sophomore teenager that was asleep in his own room.

Shaking the thought out of my head I looked up to see Jason still looking at me. The room was clear, as everyone had left already. "And what do you want?" I snapped at him.

"I'm sorry."

"Really? That's all you have for me? Just…I'm sorry." I shot back at him. "You know what, don't worry about it. Because this is going to be so much fun." I trailed off, pulling on my leather jacket over my shoulders and grabbing my bag off the ground.

"What is?" He asked, hesitantly.

"Ruining your image." I shot back at him before walking out of the locker room to leave the prized-wide receiver to ponder about what exactly I was going to do to him.

"That was a nice hit you laid on Grace. I was satisfied that he finally got put on his ass." A voice behind me remarked, making me turn around. There was a light skinned teenager, looking to be my age, leaning against the wall opposite the locker room.

"Well there's more where that came from. I promise." I swore with a dark smile as I took in the figure in front of me.

"The name's Nico Di Angelo." The teenager spoke holding out his hand, which I shook firmly.

"L'angelo di fronte a me è davvero una benedizione." I replied, drawing a light blush from the male in front of me. But I smiled back, satisfied that there was at least someone else that spoke Italian in this school.

(Translation: "The angel in front of me, truly is a blessing.")

"You are the angel here, Jackson. How long have you been speaking Italian?" Nico asked, a twinkle in his eyes as he placed a hand on my shoulder and we started walking towards the main building.

"Only the past three years back at my old school. I take it that you grew up speaking, correct?" I asked, nudging his shoulder teasingly. "Your accent is quite revealing."

"Correct. My family moved over during WWII back in 1942 after Mussolini took over." He supplied as I pushed the doors open and stepped into the hallway.

"I'll see you later Jackson." Nico whispered as he walked away and left me alone to find my first period class on my own.

"That was uncalled for!" A shout rang from behind me as I opened up my locker door. I glanced behind me as I took in the sight of a large male standing over a shorter female as she was standing in front of another female who was collecting her books strewn across the floor.

"C'mon, Zoe. Just having some fun with 'er." The male mocked as he gestured to the girl who was trying to put everything in order, back into her backpack.

Sighing to myself, I shut my locker and made my way over to the crowd that was quickly forming around the duo shouting at each other. Laying a hand on the male, I pulled him around just to lay him out with a right cross to his jaw.

He fell onto his back and groaned, reaching for his bruised face in agony. With a shrug of my shoulders, I turned to the female. "There, everything's solved." And with that, I walked away from the scene and onto my first period.

As I walked into the classroom, everyone stopped talking as they realized who I was from this morning. Almost at once, multiple glares were sent my direction as I conversed with the teacher about the syllabus for the class and what textbook to get. I only offered a wink in reply as I saw that a good number of the football team was in this class.

As instructed, I took up a desk towards the back of the class, next to a kid dressed in all black, as the kid had saluted me, with the same gesture I had given Jason during the drills.

"Mr. Jackson. Come back to the front. You need to introduce yourself to the class."

I looked up at the teacher with a broad smirk. "They already know who I am, Mrs. Demeter. The glares are enough to know that Grace is a buddy of theirs." I retorted.

"Okay, well then, what school did you transfer from?" She asked, staying hospitable.

"Tartarus High." I replied.

"Wait a minute, you're the kid wh-" But at that moment, the bell rang and the teacher clapped her hands to stop us from talking. "Okay class. It is time to start the first day. I need you all to get out a piece of paper and pencil."

Lunchtime

"Hey man, you should come sit with me and my group. Even if you are going to be on the football team." He quipped as he pulled me along the lunch line. A huff to my left made me glance over to see the cheerleading captain glaring harshly at me. I guess I was right about Grace dating the captain of the skirt-squad.

"I'm so sorry for putting your quarterback in his place. I was just trying to make a good first impression on the team. He deserved it, though." I replied with a smirk and mocking wave.

"Just stay away from my boyfriend." The captain warned.

I let a taunting smile come across my face. "That's going to be an impossible feat for either of us to complete for you. Besides, why should I?" I left it at that as I let Ethan pull me along to sit with his friends.

I was glad to see that Nico was at the table we were headed to. I actually like the guy, and I feel like he can help me get through what happened to me last year. "Sup Nico." I said, sitting down beside the Italian.

Nico looked up as I called his name and offered me a polite grin as he nodded to Ethan, who sat opposite me. "So Percy. I have to ask. What does your problem seem to be with Jason Grace? I am aware of the rivalry we share with Tartarus, but I wasn't aware of a personal vendetta."

"I didn't meet the guy until football season had ended, and it was time for the playoffs in the pro league. There was a block party that all football players were invited to, as a way to bring all of us together. Mostly to give some comfort back to Olympus High after we crushed them last year at the championship game. But after passing out on a bed, I woke up a couple of hours later to a bandanna being tied around my mouth, and my body cuffed to the posts." I trailed off, figuring that they got what happened next.

"Grace raped you?" Nico asked, seeming to be shocked out of his mind.

"Yep." I said in a small voice. "But that wasn't all that he did." I added, as more of the night came flashing back to me. I covered my eyes with my hands as I tried to turtle in on myself.

I felt an embrace on both of my sides as I sighed in relief. Both Nico and Ethan were holding me in their arms, as if trying to protect me from my memories. It was really sweet, but it was also drawing attention. So with a soft elbow, they sat back down into their seats.

"You don't have to say anything else if you don't want to. I have already wanted to punch the shit out of Grace for what he did our freshman year. But now, I want to throttle the fuck out of that guy even more so." Ethan said, cracking his knuckles loudly.

"Percy, do you want to skip class for the rest of the day?" Nico asked softly.

"Yes." I responded, grateful for the change of subject.

"Follow me." Nico said, standing up from his chair, and grabbing his backpack. Ethan and I quickly followed suit as we threw away our trash and walked back into the hallway.

Unfortunately, Jason Grace and his buddies were already in the hallway, waiting for us. "Did you really think that you could get away with that hit, Jackson?" The jock challenged as he stepped forward and crossed his arms, trying to look bigger than he was.

"You know what you did to me. And you also know what your friends would think about you if that secret ever surfaced. We both know that your entire image would be demolished and you would be left all alone. Just like I was when someone I thought of as my best friend, threw me to the dogs. It's only fair if you get to experience exactly what I did, even though I never did anything to you in the start." I started to speak, drawing some confused glances from the others standing around the wide out.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stubbornly retorted.

I only offered him a broad smile in return. "Sure you don't. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm not feeling too well. See you tomorrow at practice, Grace. Maybe you should wear a jock strap tomorrow." I called out after pushing through the 'road block' in the hallway and threw open the doors to the parking lot.

"Where's your vehicle?" Nico asked me as he looked around.

"Right there." I said, pointing at a Kawasaki Ninja H2R. It was a jet-black with green outlines that stood out from all of the other scooters and motorbikes around it.

Nico let out a low whistle as he walked up to it. "Dude, how did you get a bike like this? She's beautiful." He whispered excitedly as he looked back to me.

But I wasn't looking at him. My mind was elsewhere as his words took me back to what happened last year, the day before our championship game. The day that everything came crashing down around me.

And now the first chapter is up!

A/N: Heads up, because I am in the process of writing this story, so the updates won't be as fluid as the pervious stories I updated. I will only be updating this story, once a month because of anticipated school and work problems further on this new year.

Thanks for reading and see y'all next month when I update again!