Percy was failing eleventh grade English. It was as simple as that. Except for one fact, he was a senior. His dyslexia had gotten him into lower level classes, and he still wasn't doing well. His only hope was that no one found out about it, especially his best friends brother. He had known Annabeth Chase since they were three, and her younger half brother Malcolm Cage just as long. They both lived with their mom, a college professor who had raised her children into brainiacs. Annabeth was a sweet girl, when she wasn't too busy reading. But her brother was another case entirely. Percy didn't know what to make of him at all. At some moments he seemed distant and cold, others warm and inviting. He too was very bookish, a junior who was pulling high A's in every class, including Percy's English class.
Malcolm seemed to enjoy rubbing how smart he was in Percy's face all the time. He didn't really mean to, but it ended up occurring anyway, the way that he always raised his hand in class, and got A's on every test.
And it would be so much easier to be pissed off at him if he wasn't so damned adorable! With blonde curls resting on top of his head, wire frame glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, calculating grey eyes that strongly resembled a storm cloud, and a lanky body that wasn't overly muscled, but instead lean. He always wore graphic T-shirts and then a plaid button up as a kind of jacket over it, paired with grey jeans and beat-up sneakers. Percy was too far gone to ever come back with his feelings for this guy who seemed to not want to hang around Percy that much.
So, one day when Percy was told by his English teacher to come chat with him at the end of class, he expected the worst.
"As I assume you already know, Mr. Jackson, you are failing this class," Mr. Brunner said warmly, pity shining in his eyes.
"Yes, sir," he muttered in response.
"Well, something needs to be done about it. I've already set it up that you will get a tutor. Mr. Cage was very willing when I asked him," he informed him, clasping his hands in front of him on the desk.
No. Malcolm wasn't supposed to know that Percy was failing! He probably thought that Percy was an idiot now, he thought to himself. "A-Alright Mr. Brunner," Percy assented, resigning himself to his fate.
It looks like Percy will be getting a tutor.
I wanted to try this out for the sake of trying it out. If no one wants me to continue, then I won't.