Hey kids! Here is a high school au. It's slash Jason/Nico. That means that two boys like each other, so if you don't like don't read. Other than that i hope you like it, and please review.
Disclaimer: I-I *sobs* don't own Percy Jackson. That right goes to Rick Riordan.
The alarm blared. It was 7 am, and Jason grace was still in bed. The bus came at 7:15, and he knew if he didn't get up now he would have to put up with his dad's screaming. It was the first day of school, and most people would think Jason Grace, Trident high school's very own golden boy, would be excited. He was last year, but this year was different. He didn't feel like walking into school with a fake smile plastered on his face telling everyone he was okay, but he would do it anyway. He had a reputation to uphold, right.
He hopped into the shower and threw on any clean cloths he could find (Abercombie and Fitch, of course) He fortunately managed to miss his dad by skipping breakfast.
The hallway was packed with hormonal teenagers talking (flirting) with friends, but Jason ignored them. He spotted his own group of friends surrounding a locker. Reyna stood in center and though just a junior she ruled the school with an iron fist. Standing next to her was Hazel. The girl looked sweet and nice on the outside, but she could be a bitch if she wanted to especially if it involved her boyfriend Frank. He was a football player and nice to everybody, but kind of dumb to be honest. And who could forget the golden couple? The two made an odd pair. Percy was a jock and captain of the swim team while Annabeth who was stunningly beautiful was a complete brain. The locker they were all standing around belonged to Piper. She was gorgeous like Victoria's Secret model gorgeous. She and Jason had been on and off for the past year, but she could be a bit controlling.
Jason sighed and fixed a smile on his face.
"Jason!" Piper said as she spotted him. She slung an arm around him and gave him a peck on the lips. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, babe," Jason guessed that meant they were dating then. Their talking filled his ears. It was probably about what they did during the summer, but to Jason it was all white noise.
The bell rang saving him. He headed to his first class, honors English. Most of his classes were honors. He used to like school and took harder courses because he liked them and wanted to get into a good college, but now he chose his classes for his reputation.
He surveyed the class. He was the only 'popular' kid in the room. Most of them were the typical nerds, but one kid stood out. He didn't look like he belonged. He wore all black cloths. His black hair was cut in one of those hairstyles were the sides were shaved but the top of his hair was still long. Jason would have just passed him off as the typical goth and moved on, but there was something different about him.
The rest of the school day went past in a blur. He stuck to his same routine: smile, laugh, talk, repeat. The only time he was looking forward to was his free period. He 'unfortunately' didn't have any friends in his free period. Last year he would've spent it studding or picking on some freshman, but this year he was motivated to do nothing. He sometimes wondered what had changed, but he knew exactly what changed.
The bell rang, and he raced out of his classroom, grabbed his headphones, and walked out of the school. He didn't really know where he was going and didn't really care, and some how he ended up at the back of the school. He placed the headphones over his ears turning them up to full volume and slid town the brick wall. He was consumed by the music. It sent him to place where there were no expectations, no one telling him what to do, no one expecting more from him, no one telling him he was worthless. It was just him and the music.
Well he thought he was alone. He finally realized where he was. The back of the school was where all emo kids hung out to smoke and do god knows what, and one of them was sitting three feet away from him. It was the kid from English class a cigarette dangling elegantly from his lips. He met his gaze.
"So, Jason Grace never thought I'd see you here. To what do I owe the honor?" The boy said sarcasm dripping from his words. Jason flipped him off. He really didn't care right now.
"Ooh that was rude. Better be careful. I bet mommy and daddy wouldn't be happy to hear about this." Jason had had enough. He ripped of his headphones.
"What the hell do you want?" Jason said harshly.
"Nico," the boy said. Jason looked at him in confusion.
"What?" he asked.
"My names Nico," He said. "But seriously what are you doing here? I don't think your friends would think to highly of it."
"Why do you think I care what my friends think?" Jason snapped. Nico just shrugged.
They sat in silence for a minute before Nico said, "So, if you're here any ways, want one?" he held up the box of cigarettes. Last year Jason wouldn't have even thought about it. He wouldn't have wanted to hurt his reputation, but Jason was done worrying about what people thought. He was done caring about anything.
"Sure," he said.
Nico passed him one but didn't say anything about it.
"So, Nico, honors English?" Jason said.
By the end of the Period Jason knew Nico's favorite book (some random book he's never hear of), who Nico's first grade crush was, and the prank he pulled in 9th grade. And Nico knew more about Jason then anyone had before like the time his dad took him to a baseball game (that never happened again) and got hit in the face with the ball or that time in 7th grade when he tried to right fanfic. It felt really good. Nico didn't know him, and he didn't know Nico. There were no expectations hanging in the air.
Jason took his honory seat in the back of the bus. He didn't really want to go home, but he knew if he didn't it would be worse.
His house was empty and dark when he got home. If his mom was still around it wouldn't be. His mom would've been baking cookies in the kitchen for celebration of his first day of school, and his dad would've been home early to see his perfect son, not his worthless one. It's weird how fast things can change.
He tried to use the time before his dad got home but for some reason he couldn't concentrate. The image of the black haired Nico kept popping into his head. He shook it off. He was probably just procrastinating doing his homework. He did end up doing his homework. Well tried to.
He had already finished his homework and was starting on a Doctor who marathon when he heard crashing and swearing coming from done stairs. There was a slamming of the door meaning his dad wad home. Last year he would've been home at six, but it was almost 9:30. His dad had started coming home later and later, and most nights he came home drunk like tonight.
Jason heard uneven footsteps on the stairs. He dashed under his covers. If he was in bed his dad wouldn't bother him. He knew from experience that you don't want to be downstairs when his dad gets home. He waited until the footsteps passed his room, and he heard the door close, before he allowed him self to get up again.
He fell asleep trying to figure out a rubix cube because he was just that skilled.
There it is. The relationship is a slow build so be patient. i know it was kind of short, but i already started on the second chapter. So I will be updating soon, and as always please review. I also want to add that I Do Not support smoking. It's bad for your lungs, so please don't do it. I just wrote it in a fic. i don't support it. Okay all done bye...