This is just a story I came up with while I was at school.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
I really hate to admit this.
I thought the fates were cruel before when they took my sister away in an unfortunate turn of events. I'm already the creepy son of Hades. And I can't believe I'm having this type of feeling. But not just for anybody a 'friend' of mine.
A friend that's a guy.
It just wasn't enough huh? I was already a social outcast. They just had to make it worse.
Everyone says I should just tell him. Rip off the Band-Aid.
How would I even start off the conversation? "Hey, how's it going you know I just got an A on my test and I've been stalking you for a while now. Would you consider being in a gay relationship with me?"
Never going to happen. It's not as easy as they think it is.
For one he's straight. I mean, Hello! Annabeth anybody?
Second, well… even if he was of a different orientation he's still too good looking for me. Those beautiful sea green eyes and his windblown raven hair. I could only dream. You wouldn't think right. I'm avoided like I'm some type of disease.
Jason doesn't get it. He keeps throwing Percy dirty looks as if it's his fault. I could only blame him a little for the way I feel.
He doesn't make it easy to get over him either. He just has to be so nice. Always trying to cheer me up because he knows I'm sad he just doesn't know why.
It's not like anyone else is helping either. They keep on trying to throw us together and play matchmaker.
Sometimes I just wish things could go back to the way they were before.
Maybe being a disease isn't so bad.