So I figured there weren't a lot of Jercy fics and they're kinda like my OTP and I took it upon myself to write this. I'm giving out a warning that there might be some language - they're in college so that's self-explanatory. Also, if you don't like boyxboy, then you might not want to read this.

Thanks to Ed Sheeran for giving me the idea to write this chapter. The beginning is loosely based off the song 'U.N.I.' which is a pretty awesome song if you ask me. The title is also another song off of Ed's album '+'.

Finally, a disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson characters, Rick Riordan does, blah blah blah. This disclaimer applies to the entire story by the way.

Okay, read on, my darlings.

Percy had been cleaning his dorm room when he found it.

A small baby blue elastic hairband, no thicker than his wrist. It was a small thing, really, which didn't explain the tidal wave of emotions that hit him at the sight of it.

Blonde curls. Late night phone calls, soft breathing echoing in his ear. Grey eyes and oh God, he was going to be sick. In his post-hangover state it was all too much to handle, his poor hands were shaking uncontrollably.

He had to get out.

Percy internally cursed the stupid university for having community bathrooms for all the boys in the dorm building, placing a hand on the wall to steady himself. He doubted he could make it to the toilet to hurl what he'd hastily scarfed down during his severe case of the munchies. He considered himself lucky if he made it out of his room alone.

Gathering himself, Percy swung open and was prepared to make a mad dash to the bathroom before he slammed into someone, falling to the ground with a quiet 'oomph'.

"Dude, are you okay?"

Percy stared blankly at the floor beneath him. What was he supposed to tell this stranger? Yeah, I just thought about my ex and had a panic attack, I'm doing fine. How are you?

"Ouch," Percy looked up at the person and was strikingly aware that he was blonde. Because no one was as freaking lucky as Percy. "That must suck with the whole ex thing... I'm doing great, though. Thanks for asking."

"Oh, shit, did I say that out loud?"

The blonde laughed, the corner of his eyes crinkling. "Yes, you did. I'm Jason Grace, by the way." He offered a hand down to Percy, who stared at it and Jason briefly wondered if this green-eyed boy sprawled on the floor had ever received a helping hand before.

Percy blinked and realized this Jason kid was holding his hand out to lift him up. His cheeks flushed as he put his own hand in Jason's, the blonde easily hoisting him up with one hand. Percy inwardly groaned. He really needed to start working out again. This guy was making him feel like he was five-years-old again and Percy was not a fan of his childhood. Or any other part of his life for that matter, but that was beside the point. Jason had muscle and Percy had - well, flab.

Mustering up his most charming smile, Percy grinned, a dimple popping up on his cheek. "I'm the infamous Percy Jackson, but that's a really long name so you can just call me Percy." He said cheekily, finding himself smirking a bit when Jason quirked an eyebrow and he really took the chance to check him out.

The blonde was easily considered sexy and Percy didn't even bat for the other team. Jason had those strong pronounced cheekbones that all the girls loved, crystal blue eyes that matched the sky (Percy really wasn't trying to sound cliche but that was the best comparison he could come up with, unless you considered the cerulean crayon in the Crayola box.), and a cute little scar above his lip. Basically, Jason was an Abercrombie model without the Abercrombie - he wore Hollister, made obvious by the eagle spreading its wings and probably invisibly shitting all over his white T-shirt.

"Wow, you actually had me swooning there for a moment," Jason said, sarcasm oozing from his voice. Though, in retrospect, he really had meant it. How could he not swoon when there was a flirty and cute green-eyed boy in front of him?

"Oh please, you probably were swooning the moment you saw me." Percy scoffed, rolling his eyes. "What can I say? I'm irresistible."

"Not from the way you were curled up on the floor earlier. I thought you were having cramps or something."

Jason let out a laugh - he seemed to be doing that a lot around this boy - at the sight of Percy feigning hurt, the older boy clutching his heart in mock pain.

"That really stung, Grace."

"Since when did we start addressing each other by last name?" The blonde inquired, genuinely intrigued by this Percy character. He found it baffling how he could change so quickly from panic to pain to teasing him, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.

"Since five minutes ago," Percy answered flippantly and then quickly stuck his head inside his room to check the time on his alarm clock since they were still standing by the doorway where they collided into each other. His green eyes widened as he became aware of the time. It was the beginning of the spring semester and if he didn't get a move on it, he'd be flunking yet another one of his classes. And Percy hated seeing his mother's disappointed face whenever he told her he was failing.

"Shit, I'm almost late for class, gotta go. See you around, Grace." Percy told the blonde with a wink before proceeding to slam the door in Jason's face. He shook his head from inside the room and opened the door again, giving the blonde an apologetic smile. "Where are my manners? Have a good day, Jason!"

And then he shut the door, expecting to shut Jason out of his life as well, but that was all thrown out of the window as Percy sat down in a seat in the back row of his new Latin class, thinking that the bearded teacher in a wheelchair seemed too out of place to even teach at a university when a familiar blonde head strolled into the classroom like freaking Prince Charming and plopped down in the seat next to him.

Now how the hell was Percy supposed to pass this class sitting next to someone like Jason Grace?

Jason found himself sneaking nervous glances at the black-haired boy sitting beside him, wondering vaguely if he looked like a stalker. Something about this Percy guy made him smile like an idiot and Jason wasn't one to convey his emotions easily, a habit he'd picked up as he got older. Sometimes it was easier to put on a poker face and yet, his poker face was just a face whenever he looked at Percy. And probably a sad face at that.

He knew that Percy was a natural flirt - it was just his personality - but when Jason thought about their earlier conversation, he got butterflies in his stomach and no, he did not have a crush on Percy Jackson and the fact that it was him of all people was bad enough already. The guy could barely think about his ex-girlfriend (or hopefully, ex-boyfriend) without having a panic attack, which meant that he was probably still in love with her (or him), and then, there was the whole 'he might not even be gay' thing problem and Jason refused to make an ass of himself. He'd rather stick a fork into an electrical outlet than be rejected by Percy Jackson.

Speaking of whom, was currently tapping his pencil on Jason's desk, attempting to attract the blonde's attention. He glanced over at Percy, "What?"

"Have you even been paying attention?" Percy asked incredulously, waving the packet of papers he held in his hands in front of Jason's face.

He ducked his head to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks. "No?"

Percy made a weird strangled sound and threw his head back, letting out a deep sigh. "Well, Grace, we have to finish this packet that our teacher oh-so-graciously handed out on the first day and have it turned in by the end of class. Oh God, this is like high school all over again. And do you know how much I hated high school, Jason?"

The look Percy was giving him - green eyes narrowed intentionally on him like he expected an answer - made said boy squeak out a shaky, "No."

"It was a rhetorical question, but a lot, my friend," Percy replied, swiftly taking his pencil into his deft hands and tapping it twice against his desk. "Anyways, I figured you'd be better at this Latin stuff than me - you look like you were valedictorian -"

Jason sat up a bit straighter. "I was."

" - so I expect every answer that I copy from you to be correct." Percy finished, giving him a look that meant business.

Jason's mouth fell open. Did Percy really think that he'd just simply let him copy every answer from him? He was cute, but he wasn't that good looking.

"I can't believe you." Jason stated.

Percy frowned, confusion settling on his face. "What?"

"You really expect me to let you copy the answers off of me?"

Percy shrugged. "Well, yeah, I mean - "

"Percy, do you understand how hard I worked my ass off to get here? All those years of honors and AP classes I had to take while you just have it handed to you on a silver platter?" Jason shook his head and gripped his pencil firmly. "No way."

"Oh," Percy's eyes fell to his desk, the corners of his mouth tilting downwards. "It's fine, I guess I'll find someone else to work with... Someone else who smells like Hollister and is really smart and is maybe kind of cute. They shouldn't be that hard to find..." Green eyes quickly darted up to meet blue.

And damn, if Percy though he was cute, maybe Jason should let him copy the answers he'd already hastily written on his paper. But that was it.

Sighing, Jason pointedly looked at Percy, "Okay, but - hey!"

In an instant, the green-eyed boy had snatched Jason's papers from his desk, his hand flying across his own papers as he transferred the blonde's answers. Jason tried to reach for his own packet, but Percy saw it coming and blocked his arm, still writing.

Huffing, the blonde sat back in his seat, "Whatever, Jackson, just make sure you paraphrase - "

"I have no idea what that means!"

"Change the words a bit," Jason corrected himself, glaring at the boy beside him. "I don't need the teacher finding out you cheated-"

Percy glanced around the room before whispering pretty loudly to the blonde. "Say it any louder, will you?"

"I mean, this is college, Percy," Jason continued, biting his lip nervously. "The stakes are higher."

"Loosen up a bit, Jay," the black-haired teen smirked at him, his dimples appearing. "I've got this. I'm a pro!"

And then two hands were grabbing both packets off of Percy's desk, Mr. Brunner tssk-ing in disapproval as he observed the work on the papers. "Mr. Jackson, if you're going to be lazy in my class, don't be lazy while you're being lazy. Please write in full sentences."

Jason groaned and glared even harder at the green-eyed boy, who smiled sheepishly at the teacher.

"Sorry, I got a cramp in my hand," Percy flat out lied and despite the fact that Jason was totally against the idea of lying, he found himself laughing beside him.

"And Mr. Grace, next time please don't give your work to another student or more specifically, Percy Jackson," Mr. Brunner called as he rolled his wheelchair down the aisle away from the pair of boys. "Both of you get a zero for the first grade in the gradebook."

Jason probably should've been upset by being caught in the act of cheating, but somehow he found it to okay if that meant that Percy Jackson would keep smiling at him like he was the coolest thing in the world.

"You're a pro alright," Jason said sarcastically as class ended and they were packing up to leave, sneaking a quick look at Percy.

He grinned, running a hand through his 'sex hair' as Jason called it. "Well, I'm a pro at other things." Percy said, slinking around the blonde's shoulders. "Catch ya later, Grace."

Jason stopped breathing for a moment at the contact and was the room tilting? When he finally blinked and overcame his vertigo, Percy had already swung his backpack over his shoulder and was waltzing out of the classroom and wow, he had a nice ass.

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- Hazel x