This is a crossover between Percy Jackson and the Olympians and The Sword of the Summer

Okay just a warning: this is my first fanfic so don't judge... but review please! There is some boy x boy and girl x girl couples so if you don't like that, don't read this, there is mention of past abuse, but not anymore. There is some swearing so I'll rate it appropriately just in case.

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan created all of these characters; the only thing I own is the plot!

Main pairing: Percy/Leo

Side pairings: Annabeth/Piper, Jason/Nico, Will/Jake, Clarisse/Chris, Grover/Juniper, Hazel/Frank, Octavian/Luke, Tyson/Ella, Thalia/Reyna, TJ/Mallory, Hearth/Sam, Connor/Bianca/Travis.

All characters: Percy Jackson, Leo Valdez, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Jason Grace, Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Jake Mason, Clarisse La Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Octavian Simmons, Luke Castellan, Tyson, Ella, Thalia Grace, Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, Bianca di Angelo, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Connor Stoll, Travis Stoll, Sally Blofis, Paul 'Blowfish' Blofis, Magnus Chase, Blitzen 'Blitz', Hearthstone 'Hearth', Samirah 'Sam' Al Abbas, Halfborn Gunderson, Thomas Jefferson 'TJ' Jr. , X, Mallory Keen, Gunnila.

Thinking: italics

POVs: Percy, Leo, Magnus, Jason, Nico, Clarisse

Chapter One: Percy

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I looked at the clock. 6:00 AM.

It was the first day of school, yet again. Sure, I would get to see my friends, but during summer we didn't have information being shoved down our throats. I groaned as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, knowing that I would have to face high school again, and I wouldn't be able to go home until the next break. Olympia High School was a boarding school. I got out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen. Mom was already up and making... okay, maybe it won't that bad going to school if I would get blueberry pancakes this morning. She was humming and drinking her coffee while Paul was reading the newspapers.

I really liked Paul. It was only partly because he was a good guy, but mostly because when I think of the word stepfather, I don't think of disgusting, drunk, abusive, smelly and especially Gabe. I now think of friendly, funny, gentle, kind, completely sober, and Paul.

"Hey buddy, you ready for the first day of school?" Mom asked that as if it's a good thing.

With pancakes in mind, I said, "Sure, as long as I get pancakes". Paul chuckled before licking some of the pancake mixture out of the bowl; when mom glared at him he just shrugged and said "He's right, I need at pancakes at least once a week so I can go to work without a longing for those delicious pancakes of yours", emphasizing delicious pancakes, making dramatic hand movements and closing his eyes. Mom just rolled her eyes.

Sally finally put two pancakes on a plate for me and put it on the table. The clock said 6:13. Registration for our clubs start at 8:10, so I had... ah, what's the point, I'm going to school anyways, why use my brain now? Mom'll tell me when I have to go to catch the train to school anyways.

I practically inhaled my pancakes because they were delicious. I went to go get changed; I couldn't exactly go to school with my Finding Nemo pajamas. Mom already picked out my outfit, I know, it's pathetic. She chose black skinny jeans, a light blue shirt, some white socks, a dark purple sweater and a snapback. I decided not to wear the snapback because none of them fit on my head, but otherwise, she knew me well. I loved skinny jeans, blue is my absolute favourite colour and the white socks were the only ones without holes in them. She even packed my bags for me, with about all of my clothes I owned.

I got dressed and went to the washroom to brush my teeth. Paul was in there with his mouth full of toothpaste, and when he saw me he tried to say something but all that came out was some sputtering. I laughed at the look on his face as he tried to speak without spitting toothpaste all over the floor. He resorted to spitting the toothpaste out and saying hey without the foam in his mouth. When I only smiled, he patted my back as he sideways walked out of the washroom around me.

I went to the vanity and looked in the mirror. I guess I could've washed my hair too, but what can shampoo do that a comb can't? I brushed my hair and then started to brush my teeth. When I was sure Paul was gone, I made finger guns at my mirror-self and smirked... don't judge.

I had my teeth and hair brushed, I was clothed in something other than pajamas and now all I had to do was get my wallet and such and get to the train. I grabbed my wallet and took 2 bucks out for the train, looking at the clock once again. It was 6:53. I went to say bye to mom and Blowfish and then left to go to the metro.