A/N hell- o! persons! this is another nico/oc fanfic, because, come on. who DOESN'T like nico? hmmmmm... lets seeeeee... IDIOTS! THATS WHO! NOW IM GONNA SHUT UP AND U CAN READ THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I do not own PJO any more than I own Zoey 101. so... not at all.
Tia Silvers POV
"Come on girls! Go, go, go, go! That's it! That's it. Let's go! Move it."
Welcome to my nightmare. 4th period gym. I was used to this kind of stuff; after all, I was the team captain of the Solos- the Willings High soccer team. I leaned down to take a breather; we needed a break, but my coach/torture teacher didn't agree.
"Come on, Silvers! We don't have all day!"
Ignoring her, I paused to wipe sweat off my forehead. My hand brushed against my curly blonde brown hair, which always stayed almost completely perfect, even during our games. I straightened back up, but I shouldn't have so soon; a football came hurtling behind me. Somehow, I kinda... um, sensed that it was coming, and I turned and caught it just in time so I wouldn't get a bloody nose. I mean, hell-o, it is almost picture day at school, and I don't want to look like those dumb losers that sit around all day playing stupid video games and studying for stupid tests (A/N HEY! you just described ME!). You know, the bottom of the school's food chain.
"Hey! Dude, over here!" Some idiot yelled. I was about to scream at them for calling me a dude, but when I found myself staring at the source of the voice, I could just barely manage and nervous smile.
Xavier Blake. Tenth grade H-O-T-I-E, and captain of the football team.
"H-hi Xav. W-Wasup?"
"That was a nice catch there, dude." He said, smiling. Aw that smile. I love that smile, but he never smiled at me like that! Wait- he just did. Ooh that smile makes me melt.
"Um, y-yeah well, ya' know, three brothers." Everyone at school knew that I was the sister of the football triplet champs: Micheal, Zachary, and Joseph. They were three years older than me, so they were in their senior year, and everyone was so upset about what life would be like without them.
He smiled again. Ah.
"So, um I was wondering." What? What was he wondering! Was going to ask- No! Why would someone like him ask me?
"Yeah?"
"Would you-" I nodded signaling him to continue, but as I did, a blush bloomed across his cheeks. Wait, Xavier Blake... blushing? It's never been heard of. It's impossible.
"Would you give me the ball back?" I hadn't realized I had been smiling until it slipped off my face. He just wanted the ball back? Of course, what was I thinking? 'IDIOT, IDIOT, IDIOT!' I mentally face palmed myself. I looked down, embarrassed, and handed it to him.
He turned to walk away, but he stopped, as if changing his mind, and turned back again.
"Um, actually, I wanted to ask you something else." I refused to get my hopes up, but them I saw that his cute smile had turned into a nervous one, and I had to know; what was up with him today?
"Do you think that you might... possibly, want to... go on a date? With-with m-me?"
...
That's what is going through my mind. A complete, and total blank. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. He... he... what did he just ask me? Tenth grade jock, captain of the varsity football team asking me out. Me. Tia Silvers, brown haired, green eyed, captain of the Solos.
"Is...is this a joke?" His face fell, and he stepped back, clearly embarrassed.
"Well, no. It isn't. I-i..." Instantly, I realized it had come out all wrong.
"No! No! That's not what I meant! I just, I. Um, sure." His face lit up.
"Really?"
"Mmhm."
"Cool! I'll pick you up at nine then? Friday night?" Ooh... Friday.
"I have piano on Friday night, from five to seven. Then I'm traveling to Florida for the weekend."
"Um.. right. Next Friday?"
"Soccer practice and training from six to ten."
"Oh. So you're totally booked." I felt really bad. I was rain checking the most popular guy in school.
"I have next weekend off? Is that okay?"
He nodded vigorously. "Yeah. That works. Pick you up then."
I watched as he jogged off to his team. Most of them congratulated him, or clapped him on the back. I was still in shock; why did he ask me out? Sure, I'm popular, and all my friends say I'm insanely beautiful, but I just don't see it. I was brought out of my thoughts by Mrs. Killings, telling me to 'move it or lose it'. I couldn't wait until I got to 5th period, (Chemistry) to tell my friends all about it.
(AT CAMPUS' OUTSIDE CAFE)
Tia Silvers POV
"A Carbon to Carbon double-bond is shorter and stronger than a single Carbon-... Okay. I'm confused." My best guy-friend, Nick said as we attempted at our homework.
"Wait," I said. "Isn't a double-bond and atom with a single bond in one Pi bond?"
"...I'd like to eat a pie." Wow. Typical Nick answer.
"Yeah... excuse me. Can I please say something right now?"
"Mhmmmhh... sure."
I stood up on the table, took a deep breath and said, very loudly, "I hate Chemistry! Hate it!"
Everyone in the cafe turned to stare at me.
"What? I just wanted to make that clear."
I sat back down and sighed.
"You know what? I'm just gonna go ask our teacher. Good-bye."
As I walked down the hallways, my shoes made a small click-clack noise. Hey, I might be a soccer player, but these heels were to die for. When I asked my teacher to explain the homework to me, she wouldn't. She said that I had to figure it out on my own and I would have to do the same for my study guides for the test tomorrow. Great. Just. Great.
(TWO DAYS LATER, CHEMISTRY)
"Alright class," Mrs. Williams said. "I believe some of you did very well on your tests."
Yes! I thought.
"Sadly, many of you did not."
Oh no. Why is she looking at me?
"Next time, let's try to actually study."
She passed the papers back and when she gave me mine, she gave me a disapproving look. Slowly, I flipped it over. "Aw man." The letter seemed to be grinning at me, that stupid, evil letter. C-. The bell rang and we got up to leave. I was hurrying out the door when I heard the last thing I wanted to hear:
"Miss Silvers, please stay with me for a minute."
Great.
"Tia. Tia, Tia, Tia. Your grades just keep slipping and slipping. Soon, they will be nothing. Ds, Fs. You might get held back."
I mumbled something about trying harder, but Mrs. Williams had other ideas.
"How about a tutor?"
What?
"Tutor? No, no, no! Bad idea. Me and tutors just don't mix." What I really meant was 'I don't want a loser nerd sticking around me!' Shallow, yes, but I must addmit it.
"Look, he's a straight A student, and he would surely be able to help you."
Uh-uh. I shook my head.
"Tia, just think about it please. I'm sure you don't want to retake this class next year, do you?" Yeah. That's a teacher's way of saying 'Please try harder so we don't have to put up with each other for another year.'
She scribbled down a name on a piece of paper and handed it to me. Her eyes were pleading me.
"I'll think about it." I said, but behind my back I crossed my fingers.
When I got home later that day, I looked around the house for my dad. Finally, I found him in the kitchen, cooking a late lunch for us. My dad used to be a professional chef in Paris, where he met my mom, but quit and came here to Pennsylvania when I was born. He never told me why he left, but I could easily tell he missed cooking all those fancy foods for all those fancy people. So, for now, he was stuck with cooking for our family and our friends, and, sometimes, my soccer team.
"Hey Jack." I said, calling my father by his first name. He gave me his usual greeting, he turned toward me and nodded.
"Hello my little cherry." He said.
"So, Jack. Can I borrow some money? Xavier is taking me to see a movie next weekend and I want something cute to wear."
"Xavier Blake? That captain of the varsity football team? Tenth grade 'cutie'?
I rolled my eyes at him. "Xavier Blake, tenth grade hottie, Jack. But other than that, yes him. Is there any other guy that compares?"
"Oh, also. I need some money for clothes for Florida, too."
He looked sad. He never looked sad, unless he had bad news...
"Hon, we aren't going to Florida this weekend. And you can't go on your date."
I stared at him, my mouth agape. What? "What? Why not?"
"Your grades honey. The have been terrible lately. If you don't get a good grade on your next test, you will have to tell Mr. Blake that you will have to go to the movies another time."
"WHAT?" I screamed. "How do you expect me to do good in that stupid class?"
"You will have to figure that out yourself, Tia."
"That's not fair!" I ran upstairs, seeing red. After slamming my door, I flung myself onto my purple bed and growled.
'What am I going to do?' I thought, helplessly. Wait a minute- I grabbed my draw-string bag and pulled out a slip of paper. I read the name that was scrolled across the white sheet. Once I could read it clearly, I narrowed my eyes and the ink and flopped back onto the mattress, sighing. I guess I had no choice.
In the middle of the paper, written in very neat cursive (that was practically murder to my dyslexic eyes) the last name I wanted to see was just chilling out there.
Nico di Angelo
A/N hello! what did you think? was it too long (doubt it) or too short? Did you like it? do you think Tia was Mary-Sue ish? whatever you thought, please, please, please review. Don't worry Nico will come in in the next chapter, and romance is on the way!