Good day/afternoon/evening to everyone! This is my very first fanfic, so I hope you enjoy it. I've had this idea for a while now, but I wasn't sure if I actually wanted to post it. I decided to anyways… So, yeah, enjoy!

P.S I do not mean to offend anyone who might like Jason or Piper. I made Jason ugly because, in the books, he's described as good-looking. And for Piper, I just felt like making her a bad bitch x) Feels like the right thing to do. I doubt anyone will complain about Leo, but, because I feel like explain, I made him so attractive because, in the books, he is ignored so hard and seems so undesirable. It's sad, really, because all us fangirls on twitter would tap dat ANYDAY.

P.S.S. I would GREATLY enjoy some reviews. I don't want to waste my time writing something that nobody likes/wants to read. So please let me know what you think!

Anyways, on with the story!

I

JASON

Even before shit went down, Jason was having a rotten day. He woke up in the backseat of a school bus, seemingly alone. It took him several moments to realize the bus was full; it was just that nobody was within five seats of him.

Jason didn't remember a thing. Not why he was on this bus, not where the bus was going, and definitely not who these kids were. He stood up from his seat, and became to march his way up the aisle.

"Goddammit." A kid whined, "Coach, he's coming closer!"

Kids on the bus began to panic, covering their mouths and noses with the front of their shirts. Jason didn't think he smelt that bad.

"Oh, my God!" A girl screamed, practically bursting into tears. "Coach, do something! Hurry! I can feel him infecting me already!"

Before Jason could be offended, a tall, muscular, beefy man stood up. Jason couldn't help but relate him to a caveman, all hunched over in the small bus, a club clenched in his right fist.

"Jason!" The coach barked, "Get your ugly ass to the back of the bus. We don't need you infecting Leo."

"What about the rest of us?" A girl spoke up.

"Oh, yeah." He remembered, "You guys, too. But mostly Leo."

The coach jerked a thumb towards a kid in the front seat. Just one look and Jason had practically fallen in love, despite the fact he was positive of his heterosexuality. This kid was gorgeous. With his luscious black curls, blank (but adorable) expression and Latino exterior, it was no wonder why he was surrounded by girls.

"Actually," Leo spoke up. "I don't mind Jason sitting up front."

"No, Leo." The coach denied. "I refuse to allow this thing damage your perfection."

Jason looked at Leo. He simply shrugged.

"Back of the bus," The coach raised his club threateningly. "Now."

Jason backed up without a word. He sat down in his original seat.What had just happened? Everyone had just acted as if he had some sort of virus. He didn't have a virus, did he? He sure didn't remember any virus. But, then again, he didn't remember anything else.

He looked over the seats at the boy named Leo. He was awful good looking, and everyone seemed to notice. They were all sitting as close to him as possible. Playing with his curls, asking him questions and being all flirtatious. Even the boys. Jason didn't blame them. That boy was utter perfection. Jason just wanted to wrap his arms around him and hold him forever.

"Hey," A girl's voice spoke from next to Jason, interrupting his daydream. In the opposite bus seat, was a girl. She had short brown hair with little braids here and there. She wore a jacket, jeans and boots—nothing special. But her eyes—her eyes were different. It was changing colors every few seconds, and it was freaking the hell out of Jason.

"Uhm," Jason tried to reply. "What're you doing here?"

"Going on a fieldtrip, dumbass." She responded, casually. "You know—Like everyone else on this bus."

"Well, that was rude." He frowned. "I meant what're you doing near me. Everyone else seems afraid."

"That's because you're hideous," She explained, heartlessly. "The ugliest thing anyone's ever seen since Khloe Kardashian."

"Khloe isn't that bad."

"Maybe not," She admitted. "But Khloe Kardashian is the ugly duck of the Kardashian sisters. You can't deny that."

Jason remained silent.

"Anyways, you're butt-ugly." She continued. "Nobody likes you. In fact, nobody wants to be within fifty metres of you for fear of catching whatever the hell made you so ugly."

Jason frowned, "Who are you, anyways? And aren't you afraid like the rest?"

"Piper McLean," She answered. "And, being a massive Bitch, I pride myself on not giving a fuck."

"Makes sense," Jason nodded. "Where are we going?"

"The Grand Canyon," Piper answered. "Shit idea, I know. But it was here or nowhere, and nobody wants to stay in the shithole that is The Wilderness School."

"Sounds pretty bad," Jason admitted.

"You wouldn't believe the suicide count," Piper informed.

"Well, I don't know what I'm doing here." Jason confessed, "Honestly, I don't remember ever transferring schools or...anything, really."

Piper ignored Jason's claim, "You fucked up at home and nobody wanted to deal with your BS, so they sent you to this school."

"Well, what did I do?"

"How am I supposed to know? You did it."

"Well, I don't remember."

As the bus reeled to a stop, the coach rose and spoke, cutting off Piper's response.

"Alright, time for you little worthless shits, and Leo, to get off the bus." He stated. "C'mon now!"

Coach marched off the bus, his massive body just barely fitting through the bus exit. Everyone began to push and shove each other, all just trying to allow Leo to go first. He picked up his flawless body and exited gracefully. Everyone began to try to be the second one out, so they could be the closest to Leo.

"They're insane," Jason stated, shaking his head in disbelief. "I mean, I'm not gonna lie—that kids got it goin' on—but they're taking this a little too far."

"It's Leo Valdez," Piper shrugged, as if that answered everything, before getting out of her seat and marching off.

Jason followed. The two of them followed the class into the Museum, where the Coach explained things to them.

"Okay, you pathetic excuses for human beings," He started, soon noticing Leo's offended expression. "Oh, not you, Leo. You're perfect. Never forget that."

Leo smiled gratefully.

"Is Leo 16?" Jason inquired.

"15."

"Then we might want to alert the authorities," Jason muttered. "Coach seems a little too friendly with Leo than is legal."

Piper laughed.

"And—Ok, who's laughing?!" The coach demanded. "I'm sick of you little shits interrupting me!"

"Go to hell." Piper called, over the crowd of students looking back to see that it was her and turning back around, unsurprised.

"Oh, it's just that bitchy native kid." The coach muttered. "If the gods have any love for me what-so-ever, she'll fall off the skywalk."

Leo raised his eye brows, "What do you mean 'the gods'?"

"Leo, dear, your job is to stand around looking pretty," Coach informed. "Not point out my blunders."

Leo averted his gaze to the ground, discouraged.

"Anyways," Coach continued. "Everyone get out your geographical work sheets from the last day and pick a partner."

All the girls turned to face Leo, darting their eyes back and forth between each other and Leo. Coach didn't seem to notice.

"Sweet!" Piper cheered, pulling out a camcorder. "I sense some Hunger Games shit's about to go down."

Coach must've overhead.

"Erm, wait a second." He corrected himself. "It's probably for the best if I pick the groups."

Everyone groaned.

"Oh, shut your whiny asses up." Coach demanded. "Ok. Suzie—" he pointed at a short, blonde girl. "—you'll be partnered up with Damon."

"My name's Cher." The girl corrected, frowning.

"I don't care, Suzie."

"But Suzie isn't my—"

"Well, that's just too fucking bad!" Coach shouted. "Now get over by Damon before I pop a cap on your bitch-ass."

Jason watched Suzie—Cher—fearfully scurry over to Damon.

Coach continued listing off partners, messing up names repeatedly.

"—And, Piper, you'll be partnered up Leo, since you're the least likely to rape him while my back is turned." Coach finished. "Now off you go."

"Wait," Jason spoke up. "What about me?"

"Well, I'm not going to partner you up with anybody." Coach stated, "I don't hate these kids that much. You can be your own partner."

Jason sighed. He didn't know it at the moment, but being his own partner was the least of his troubles.

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