hey y'all ! my name is flora and i'm jercy trash. i hope y'all enjoy this story as much as i enjoy writing chapters for it! be warned that this is going to be extremely gay and may include sexual content as we progress! i'm not set on side ships so please let me know if there's one you'd like to see!

oh, and i obviously don't own percy jackson nor do i own the outsiders. i just thought this would be a really interesting storyline to follow and my gay ass loves jercy so :')

that being said, please enjoy love me tender

"You're staring at him again." Leo pointed out as he bit into an apple, the cafeteria noise sounding in everyone's ears. The Latino smirked as he crunched down on his food, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the leader of the Goode High School greasers.

"Shut up Leo." Percy Jackson said, jet black hair falling into his eyes. "Hand me a comb, would ya?" he asked his scrawny friend, biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes met a pair of blues from across the room. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Percy turned to face the four greasers that sat by him. Each one smirked at him, though Annabeth's was definitely the most unsettling.

"Here's your comb, Jackson." Piper said with a teasing glint in her eyes, handing him the black comb he desperately needed. (They all knew that Leo wouldn't have bothered to reach for the comb if he had food to worry about.) "We all know how much you want to impress Mr. Captain of the Football Team." she grinned, and the mention of Jason alone set Percy's cheeks ablaze.

"God, isn't he just a lovesick puppy?" Grover chuckled as their leader hurriedly combed his hair to near perfection.

Percy's leather jacket clung to his white tank and his jeans were old and worn. His green eyes were once again trained on the blond sitting across the cafeteria, glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. The greaser couldn't fight a dreamy sigh as he let his hand fall to his lap.

The boy heard a giggle come from his left and he glanced at his friend with a side eye. "I don't want to hear it Pipes. You can make fun of me once you admit that you're always staring at the student body president." The brunette only rolled her eyes at Percy's comment, though her cheeks took on a rosy hue as she focused her attention to her salad.

Leo snickered as he tossed his apple core into the trashcan like it was a basketball, earning a high five from Annabeth. The five friends finished their lunch without anymore eventful conversations, although Percy never took his eyes off of Jason.

The group of greasers dispersed to their various classes, both Percy and Annabeth heading to their lockers before their free period started. The boy's old sneakers squeaked as he walked across the floor, and he could feel the heat of his embarrassment spreading up to his ears.

"I'll never understand how Principal Grace lets scum like them walk on our campus." A girl snickered from the greasers' right, another laughing in response. "I know right? They're always dirty and they can't even speak properly."

Percy's head hung low as the whispers and giggles continued as he and his closest friend trudged down the crowded hallway. Annabeth didn't seem too fazed by the comments, though she did seem a little taken aback when someone's foot jabbed into her ankle and sent her falling.

Her small stack of papers now suddenly flying everywhere, the blonde could only look up in shame as her friend offered her his hand through the laughter and the snarky remarks.

Once she was back on her feet and trying to organize her work, Percy looked over his shoulder and glared at Octavian, one of the boys on the football team. He just smirked proudly, though that smug look quickly vanished as Percy walked up to him. "Did you really think it was good idea to trip my best friend? Or are you just really stupid?"

A couple of gasps were heard, and the dumb jock only raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry Jackson. I didn't mean to offend you or your little girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend." Percy snapped, and Octavian's wicked smile was once again plastered on his dumb face. "My bad. I forgot you greasers don't respect women enough to date them."

As soon as the words left Octavian's mouth, Percy was lunging to punch him as hard as he could. "Percy, no!" Annabeth shouted, but it was too late. The boy's fist collided with the football player's eye. Octavian stumbled back in surprise and that was when Percy landed a clean hit to the blond's nose. A soft crack! sounded and the other Socs were struggling to push the greaser away.

"What is the meaning of this?" boomed a voice that silenced everyone. Eyes wide in fear, Percy expected to meet the gaze of Principal Grace, but all he saw were the same beautiful blue eyes he found himself thinking about every day.

"I said, what's the meaning of this?" Jason demanded, his letterman hanging loosely over his muscular frame. "Jackson just punched me in the face!" Octavian spat, smirking at the sudden flash of panic in Percy's eyes. "No, that's not what happened at all!" he blurted, though he knew it was useless.

Jason raised an eyebrow, almost chuckling as he motioned to Octavian's bruising eye and bloody nose. "Ah, shit. Okay, so maybe I did punch him, but—"

"Enough." Jason spoke. Everyone knew that he held authority in almost every aspect just like his father, so even Octavian closed his mouth. Percy bit down on his bottom lip, not knowing what to do or what to say. "Everyone get to class. The bell is going to ring any minute now."

The crowd dispersed and Percy turned around on the heels of his feet to continue walking with Annabeth. "Not you, Percy." Surprised, the green eyed boy looked back at Jason, as if to make sure he had heard correctly. When the blond nodded, Percy looked back at Annabeth and sighed. "I'll meet you out by that one tree in the courtyard." His best friend nodded and scurried away, likely to find Piper to talk about what had happened.

"S-So…" Percy stammered, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looked up at Jason. "What did you need me for?" The principal's son grinned in response. "I was hoping we could just talk a little, that's all. You don't mind, do you?"

Percy immediately shook his head, his hair falling into his face as it had earlier. Pulling out his comb, the greaser nervously ran the item through his hair as he and Jason started to walk down the hallway. Never in a million years did Percy ever think that he'd get to spend time with the boy he'd been crushing on since he was twelve.

"I know you punched Octavian, though I am interested to hear why."

The shorter boy sighed as he felt his heart sink in disappointment. "Oh.." he muttered, before clearing his throat to speak. "Well, Octavian tripped Annabeth and then had the audacity to say that greasers don't respect women. So I punched him."

The explanation didn't take long, but Jason still seemed eager to know more. "Annabeth? She's the blonde, right?" Percy nodded his head as he put his comb away, realizing that he had been holding it tightly in his palm. "Is uh.. Is that all you wanted to talk about?"

Shaking his head, Jason finally stopped and leaned against the wall. The spot the two boys had reached overlooked the courtyard, since they were on the second floor of the old school building. "No, I just wanted to get to know you a little bit, I guess."

"Why?" Percy inquired, leaning against the wall opposite to the captain. "I don't know much about you greasers." Jason admitted. "All I've ever known is authority and deadlines and pushy fathers. I want to know what it's like on the other side."

Smiling softly, the greaser shrugged his shoulders as he looked at the soc. "I mean, you're free to spend some time with my friends and I if you're interested." Jason went quiet, seeming to think about the offer. His answer nearly sent Percy into cardiac arrest.

"Sure, I'd really like that."