We are loved

by HikariSorayume11

Honestly, I started to write this a while back, so um, well this is just if the seven and Reyna were normal students. I can't remember if Nico's in it, but he probably is. Anyway, if you really love a ship from the proper books, I suggest you keep away, because I have really messed up the couples in this fanfiction. For example: Perciper

1. Chapter 1

Chapter one

Piper

Petals blow across the front lawn as I pull back my curtain from the window. The suns shining on my face and I have to squint to see the boy at the door. He knocks once, twice, obviously impatient. Silently I stare at him. His head is hung low, his foot scraping at the matt in front of him. Suddenly his head jerks up, and he turns to look at me. I know he can't see me; I am covered by the second thin curtain. But still, I close the curtain in case. I run to the door, hoping maybe to get a better look of him. I open the door, and see a retreating figure to my right. I consider following him, then remember I'm still in my pj's. I blush, and closing the door, go to my room to get ready for school.

Leo
At school early. Again. Most people would get bored since their friends wouldn't be around, but, honestly, it's more fun when there's no one but you. The school is pretty much deserted, making it feel haunted. This is particularly good for me, because that means students go to certain parts of the school. They are either too 'scary' or to 'gross'. Why is all this good for me? It means I can tweak a few things and get them ready for pranks. And God, do I like - love - pranks. But what to do today? Hmmm… the toilets! I make my way down to the boys toilets, thinking about which sinks I should mess with.

Percy

I can't believe Jason talked me into this, but here I am. I walk onto her porch, preparing for the worse. Yet as I walk up to the door, no one tries to kill me, and I'm feeling pretty good about myself. I see a flutter of a curtain, but think nothing of it. I knock on the door a few times, waiting anxiously. I turn my head to the ground, kicking the concert with my right shoe. Unexpectedly, I start to feel like there are lasers burning into my side. The kind of feeling I have instinctively now, thanks to my days of blue-cookie-snatching. The feeling of someone watching you. I look up in a panic, seeing the curtain fluttering again. So I SHOULD of thought about that. I hear footsteps approaching the door, and take off at a run. Might as well get to school early.