New Story, based on and inspired by the VN Koi to Senkyo to Chocalate.

I don't own any PJO or HOO characters or the VN. All credits are given to the writers. I just decided to go with this story because it's a pretty good one. I'm using many similar concepts, but putting my ideas mixed into it.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare always started her day the same, wake up 6:00am, put on her Goode Preparatory uniform, consisting of a maroon jacket, white dress shirt, maroon colored tie or bow around her neck, which ever she felt like wearing that day, gray plaid and pleaded skirt, and black dress shoes. With her frizzy red hair tied into a tight bun and her trusty blue comb in her school bag, she grabbed her house keys and left the Dare mansion by 6:30. Taking her usual short cut through the busy city of New York, she made it to her best friend Percy Jackson's home in ten minutes. Like every morning for the past 10 years, she would make her way up to the apartment, and with her key own key, she would open the door and see Sally Jackson preparing breakfast.

"Good morning Sally." She smiles.

"Good morning Rachel." She smiles.

"What's for breakfast today?" She asks.

"Oatmeal," She says. "Rachel could you pass me the cinnamon?"

She snaps her fingers, "That's the thing we forget to get from the market."

"Oh right," Sally shakes her. "Well I guess we're eating cereal today."

"I'll go and wake up Percy." She lets out a fake groan.

Sally laughs. "Alright then."

The Jackson's apartment was like her second home. She ate breakfast and dinner with them, her best friend lived there, and Sally was like the caring and warm mother she wishes she had. Sometimes she would even sleep over; of course, she would sleep in the living room, but didn't mind sleeping on the sofa if it meant hanging out with her friend more.

Opening the door, she found her friend still sleeping even though the alarm was blaring. How he could possibly sleep through such sound was a mystery to her? Turning off the alarm, she begins to jumps on Percy's bed.

"Percy wake up." She shouts repeatedly.

He groans and turns to his side.

"Rise and Shine."

He throws a pillow at her.

She catches it and throws herself next to him. With one hand propping her head up and the other with a pillow she begins to smother him. "Wake up or die."

Percy pretends to struggle beneath the pillow, shaking his body and flaying his arms out. Then he stops.

"Oh no," She says in fake despair. "Sally."

Sally walks in and sees the scene in front of her. She lets out an exaggerated gasp out, "What's wrong?"

"I accidentally killed Percy by smothering with a pillow." She fakes a sob.

"Dear heavens," She sighs. "But don't fret, I know a way of resuscitating him." Sally takes a glass of water on Percy's bedside table and waves her hands in front of it like if she were casting a spell. "Take this glass of water which I have blessed and pour it on my dear son's head to resuscitate him."

Percy flinches under covers.

"Thank you Sally." Rachel puts a hand over her heart. "With your holy water I shall resuscitate him."

Percy sat up. "I'm awake."

"Egad," Sally exclaims. "He is alive."

"Yeah, yeah, very funny." He yawns.

"Oh it is." Rachel high fives Sally.

"Fine you win," He raises his hands in defeat. "Now get out because I'm going to get dressed."

"Remember to change your boxers." Sally smiles.

"Yeah." He closes the door behind him.

Once dressed in his uniform, which resembles the girl's uniform, but of course instead of a skirt he wore gray plaid pants, he joined Rachel and his mother for breakfast.

"Where's Paul?" Noticing the empty seat next to him.

"Early meeting in the morning, something about next year's curriculum." Sally says as she begins to read the morning newspaper.

"Okay."

Paul Blowfis is a ninth grade English teacher at Goode Preparatory as well as Percy's stepfather and Sally's new husband.

Once done Percy and Rachel headed down their usual route, which leads them to a bus route. The majority of the students, whom attend Goode Preparatory, come from wealthy families who send their children by town car or a limo. Nevertheless, a minority takes the city bus to school. While Rachel Elizabeth Dare opted to walk to school, Percy on the other hand, did not have a choice. Personally, Percy didn't care whether he went to a private or public high school, but his mother insisted and since Paul teaches at Goode Prep he was able to pull strings. Since he wasn't able to pay full tuition, he was put on the scholarship program. Being a scholarship student Percy, means having to have a 3.0 average and above, which is difficult for him considering he has ADHD and dyslexia, although not impossible it was still a lot of work. He also works on the weekends as a swim instructor, teaching kids how to swim and as a lifeguard at a gym.

Percy and Rachel were about to enter class when a girl with press badge around her neck and a girl with a studio camera came up to them.

"Hello I'm Drew, I am part of the broadcasting and journalism club, and I would like to ask you a question." She turns to Percy.

Rachel steps in between Drew and Percy, "Sorry we're running late to our class."

Drew forces a smile a towards Rachel and then turns to Percy, "Lacy."

"In 3,2" On one she points to Drew.

She smiles into the camera, "Hello I'm Drew from the broadcasting and journalism club, reporting from the hall and here to ask some questions to the student body of Goode Academy, here joining me is…." She points the mic in Percy's direction ignoring Rachel's presence."

"Umm Percy Jackson."

"What grade are you in Percy?"

"I'm a junior."

"Awesome, so as a junior and future senior for next year it very important to pick a president that will represent your grade well. As of now, it has been announced we have two strong candidates both from the student council who are running for student government president," She turns to the camera. "First, we have junior class representative Octavian Augustus, who is well known to be charismatic, approachable, and smart. Next, we have Annabeth Chase, treasurer, who in the lead to even be considered to be the next president, due to the way she wants to change certain of policies. So the question is, who are you thinking of for, Annabeth or Octavian, any other candidate, or undecided?"

"I haven't been following up with the student elections," he shrugs. "So I don't have an opinion."

"Okay," She forces a smile. "But if you had to chose someone on the spot who would you vote for?"

"I guess I would go with the third option," He scratches the back of his head nervously, "I mean you never know who want to run and what they can to the table, so uhh yeah."

"Thank you." She smiles.

"Cut." Lacy shouts.

She turns to Percy and rolls her eyes. "We'll notify you if we decide to use your interview," She snaps her fingers and begins walking away. "Lacy."

Lacy runs behind Drew.

"It's reasons like that remind me every day that I hate this school." Rachel says.

"Right," He says. "So who are you going to vote for?"

"I don't know," She says. "But I've heard that many people are thinking of voting for Annabeth Chase."

"Same here," He nods. "Most of the guys are voting for her because she's hot. And I guess she's popular with the girls."

Rachel asks under her breath, "Are you thinking of voting for her?"

"Huh?"

"Nothing."

Percy shrugs and they both enter their class.

When classes ended and the lunch rang, Percy was one of the first people out the door. Lunch was horrible, not the food per say, but the timing itself. In order to get to the cafeteria and score the best food, you would run from one end of the school to the other, because although Goode Prep is huge in size it's also huge in numbers. Leading to many people pushing or shoving you as you tried to make your way through the halls, if anything this was one of things that happened in every type of school. An elbow to the face here, an elbow to the gut there, and constantly being pushed into someone.

Trying to make his way through the crowd and avoid being pushed around, he decided to take a detour from his usual way. The halls on this side of the school were less crowded, but unfortunately were smaller. Before he could do anything, a door opens on him, crushing him against the wall.

He groans.

"Are you okay?" He hears a voice.

He tries to soothe the back of his head. "Yeah."

He looks up to find himself standing in front of a pretty girl.

"I am so sorry." She says apologetically.

"It's fine," His voice cracks. "I mean I'm good."

She smiles, "You know you shouldn't be walking inside of the red circle."

"I know," he smiles. "But shouldn't you check if there's anyone behind the door."

"I will now."

"Did I say sorry?"

"For what?"

"For walking in the red circle."

"Are you sure you don't have concussion?"

He shrugs. "Maybe."

They both laugh.

"I'm Annabeth." She greets.

"Last time I remembered was that my name was Percy Jackson," he laughs. "I'm Percy."

"Annabeth," A girl runs up to her and grabs her wrist. "We've got to get going."

"See you around." She says as she's being pulled away.

"Yeah." Percy waves with dumbfounded look on his face.

Once done getting his lunch he would head to Paul's English classroom, where the "Freedom Club" met. The freedom club, was as its name implies, just being free. In the club were all kinds of people who would stereotypically belong to different social cliques, however, it was because the stigma that these certain individuals came together and formed the "Freedom Club," to just be and feel like normal people. The current club president was Rachel Elizabeth Dare a junior, who is known by the entire school as daughter of the CEO of Dare Enterprises and Dare International. The former club president was Silena Beauregard, a senior who had stepped down from her position three months prior to her graduation. She is known for being the "it" girl and the daughter of two A-list actors who are more famous than Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. The vice president Jason Grace, a junior, who is the son of the current headmaster of the school and known by everyone as the school's own "Golden Boy." Nico Di'Angelo, a junior, known to be a descendant from all the executioners mentioned in history and given the moniker of "Prince of Death" by the school. Another member was Clarisse La Rue, a junior, known to be one of the first females to join the school's wrestling team, she is seen by others as a "She-man," because of her bulky build and her desire to wrestle. Connor Stoll, a junior, known by other's as Travis's little brother and prankster. He enjoys pulling pranks, but the fact that people expect him to always do it and living under his older brother's shadow, makes school difficult for him. Hazel, a sophomore, and half sister to Nico Di'Angelo. Unlike her brother, she doesn't share the same fate, but she's seen as weird because she's too proper and her mannerisms aren't of someone her age. They judge her too quick not knowing that she lives with her sick great grandmother who has raised as her own. Lastly, Percy Jackson, a junior, who is labeled as an idiot because he has trouble concentrating and reading, due to his dyslexia and ADHD. Even though there have been assemblies of mental awareness, some still saw him as idiot who didn't belong with the intellectually gifted. Being part of the "Freedom Club," was a safe haven for all of them.

"Hey." He takes a seat next to Nico and Jason, who are concentrating on their game.

"Hi." They both answer in a monotone voice as they continue playing their card game of "Speed."

"You can't double stack." Nico says.

"I didn't. Put the cards down individually." Jason looks at his final card in his hand.

"Whatever," Nico snorts. "You have one card left, but I have a good hand."

"I just need an ace or a queen." Jason says confidently.

"I'm playing who's ever next." Percy says.

"Nope," Silena says as she files her nails. "Whoever loses I'm next, then after me is Connor." She points to the Stoll who is lying on top of three desks and sleeping. "Hey where is the other half Perchel?"

Percy groans as he plops a spoonful of macaroni and cheese into his mouth, "Can you stop calling us that?"

"Nope," She smiles playfully. "Because it's easier to call you both Perchel, since you're always together, then to say your names individually."

"I thought it was because they're dating." Nico says.

"For the hundredth time, she's not my girlfriend, we're not dating—." Percy balls his fists.

"Then why are you two always together?" He asks.

"We're friends, just friends who've known each other since we were seven. She's my best friend."

"Thanks for throwing us under the bus." Jason points to himself and Nico.

"We're just friend alright," Percy says. "Nothing else."

"Just friends," Rachel leans against the doorway. "Why Percy I thought we were more than just friends. You see this is the reason why we don't because you see me for me, like a woman," She begins to laugh. "I'm sorry I can't do this any longer."

"Oh look both halves of Perchel are here," Silena says in a sing songy way. "Cuz to is better than one."

"Uggh don't remind me," Rachel shakes her head. "I hate that song, it will always remind me of having to a dance with Percy."

"Trust me it wasn't good on my end," He says. "Not only did I have to pay—."

"So he was your date?" Silena raises an eyebrow.

"More or less." Rachel rolls her eyes.

"I had to pay 50 dollars to go to a dance that I didn't want to go in the first place, I had to rent a tux for the masquerade dance only to find out it was a semi-formal, that and she never paid me back."

"So I made a mistake, I'm sorry but the dance was made even worse with your attitude, not to mention every time we danced together you would step on my toes," She flicks Percy on the forehead. "And you ditched me have way through the dance to flirt with some girl from another school."

"You said you didn't mind."

Nico shakes his head in disapproval, "C'mon man it's a no brainer, of course she would say no."

"Percy you should know that it is polite and common courtesy to remain with the person you came," Hazel says. "Did you at least open the door for her?"

"Yeah I guess. But I didn't know it was something official like that. We went as friends, I thought I didn't need to pull out all the stops."

"Well there you have it," Rachel says proudly. "That's why we can never date."

Silena gives Rachel a look.

Rachel stands up. "It seems that everyone is here—."

"Where's Clarisse?" Nico asks.

"She's running an errand for me," Rachel clears her throat. "On a serious note, today's club after school activities is cancelled. However, we are going to go and visit Piper today, so if anyone is interested in joining Silena and I, we'll be meeting at her house after school."

"I'll go." Jason swallows hard.

Percy puts a comforting hand on Jason's shoulder, "I'll go too."

"Thanks." Jason says.

"Me too." Nico nods.

"Count me in." Connor yawns.

"Alright then it's settled we'll be meeting at Silena's." Rachel says.

"I'll text you guys the—." Silena adds.

Someone slams the door open, in comes Clarisse stomping and balling her fists as if she's going to hit someone. "Live stream. Now."

"Whoa Clarisse are you okay?" Silena runs up to her.

"No," She grits her teeth. "Go onto the school website."

"Why?" Rachel asks

"Just do it," She barks. "Now."

Connor gets on the computer, "What am I supposed to be looking for?"

She shoves him out of the way, "Got to the student government page and click live stream."

"I got it." Mr. Blowfis plays the live stream off his computer and onto the projector. The stream is live from the school's auditorium. Students fill all the seats in the auditorium, while the student government council is sitting at the front in their official seats. The current president and senior Luke Castellan sits in the center, while his vice president Ethan Nakamura another senior at his right. With all the other student government officials fanning out to Luke's side. On the stage, speaking at the podium is the treasurer and junior Annabeth Chase.

"…as you all know each club and team that is formed within the school is given mandatory funds. After thorough inspection, it has come to my attention that there are some clubs that aren't deemed worthy of having such funds. Some don't meet their key objectives which were proposed, when the clubs were formed.

Many seemed shocked. Whispers and murmurs are heard throughout the auditorium.

"As part of my candidacy and as treasurer, I propose rather than wasting money, we should utilize the funds for actual clubs and teams. I have made a list of clubs that will be under inspection; those who do not meet the requirements will be disbanded."

Mr. Blowfis turns off the projector.

"And guess who happens to be top three on the list." Clarisse points to the screen.

The Freedom club was number three.

"What should we do?" Connor asks.

Everyone turns to Rachel, even Silena and Paul. Rachel turns to Percy, "You still want to vote for her?"

"Not if she wants to disband our club."

"Then it's settle you go and vote for Octavian." Mr. Blowfis says.

"No," Jason is the first one to speak. "There's something about that guy."

"Yeah." Everyone agrees.

"Plus he was handing out concert tickets to his dad's concert hall—." Silena adds.

"That's not that bad." Connor interjects.

"It is if you're trying to buy votes." Clarisse responds.

"You're right." Connor takes something out of his pocket, crumbles it into a ball and throws it into the recycle bin.

"So how are we going to solve this problem, first we have the blonde front runner to deal with, then we have the elections to worry about." Hazel says.

"Another reason to hate this school, the student council gets to rule the school and decide what changes are made for the entire school." Rachel says.

"The school does this to implement a sense of leadership," Mr. Blowfis adds. "we do it to mold students into future leaders. And if that's not convincing, the entire staff has a t- shirt with the saying, "Molding today's students for a better tomorrow."

"I've seen the shirt." Percy says.

"It's democracy," he continues. "Where you get to choose who you want to represent you, and if you can't find anyone someone needs to step up and do something. Don't be one of those people who complain about the government when you don't even vote, don't even stand up to make a difference. If you want to be heard do something."

"So basically you want one us to run for president?" Percy asks.

"Let me rephrase it so all of you could understand this, do you want your club disbanded."

"No." He says.

"Why not?"

"Because…."

"Because what? You say you want the club, but you don't do anything? What makes this place so gods damn important?" Paul looks at all of them.

Percy nods. "This is our safe place. We feel somewhat normal," He says. "Piper McLean brought me to this place. Before I didn't have a lot of friends, I was considered the class idiot, a kid who couldn't real well and couldn't sit during class because of my dyslexia and ADHD. I didn't want to go to school, because of the stuff people said. But being part of this club, made me feel like I wasn't alone. Luckily, the majority of us get to leave here soon, but what about other kids who have felt like we do. Where do they belong? What about Piper?"

"We have a promise to keep," Jason adds. "we have to keep this place alive. For others like us out there. For Piper."

"For Piper." Silena says.

"For Piper." Nico joins in.

"I didn't know her personally," Hazel says. "But the fact that she started this club for outsiders like us makes this place even more special. For Piper."

"For Piper." Everyone else joins in.