So I'm back, personally I prefer the premise of this to my other story so im gonna concentrate on this one. I'm just going to say real quick I write these all on my iPod and therefore can't check my stories word count. I personally hate reading short chapters but It is hard to gauge if your chapter is long without a word count or pages. Oh, I'm English so I may use 'incorrect' terms but I shall try to write like an American e.g. color (is that right?)
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Without further ado
Percy POV
Yay, soggy underpants are so fun walking around the school not only does it make your crotch rub but it also soaks your pants making people think you wet yourself. I'm Lucky first lesson is pe as it gives me a chance to get changed. Yeah that's right I'm not new to being bullied I've packed a full spare change of clothes in my bag (including underpants) in addition to my pe kit, thus meaning I can change into dry clothes after lesson. Pe isn't the worst lesson, coach hedge treats me like he does everyone else which is always pleasant plus it gives me a chance to get back at my tormentors in physical sports like football and dodgeball. Don't get me wrong I still try to keep a low profile, in dodgeball I blame the hard hitting throws on my teammates and when playing football I deliver my hard hits when there's congestion at the line of scrimmage, I'm clever in that way I guess.
"How's it going sardine"
Well that's probably the worst attempt at an insulting nickname I've ever heard. "ow, watch it one of these days you might even learn how to insult someone" was my genius retort.
"What was that you stupid sardine"
"I may be dumb but atleast I'm smarter than Jason grace the idiot oh wait I forgot you're Jason my sincerest apologies oh mighty child of Jupiter" I said in a mockingly respectful way even throwing in an unnecessarily low bow with the hand movements to accompany my words.
"Why you little..." jason huffed while lunging at me before being pulled back by a burly looking dude I recognised to be Charles Beckendorf . Beckenford was always rather neutral toward me so I'm okay with him but I didn't however expect him to protect me like this it's suprising to say the least
"Remember what the principle said one more infraction and you can't play in our next game. Whilst I dislike your attitude I do however believe the team needs our 'star' quarterback" grumbled beckendorf when Jason calmed down even going so far as to do air quotes when he said star.
"Fine but sardine... you're dead you hear me, dead"was Jasons response to beckendorfs grumble.
That's when coach hedge appeared "alright, cupcakes today we're doing a fitness test" near unanimous groans from the whole class could probably be heard from halfway across the school. I personally rather enjoy fitness it's great for keeping my physique even when I've had lots of unhealthy, delicious blue food.
See I know you're probably wondering how I don't have a six pack from my swimming and gymnastics. Truth is I do have one but I always wear a vest so that's how people don't know about it, I even wore my vest earlier when jumping in the pool so Clarisse didn't see my abs. I know it's weird to conceal all this but I do. It's not because I'm scared of popularity it's because I'm scared of singularity I don't really want everyone's sole attention for being the 'closest fit guy'. Irrational I know, so sue me.
-time skip-
So now we're on the school football field just warming up for the fitness exercises and I'm not gonna lie I'm staring at something. Okay, some people. Okay, someone. So what if I stare at the fittest girl in the school every guy does I mean it's only natural for me I'm 16. Though I've been gawking at this beauty since I was 12 I guess and I've known her for even longer so at least I'm not just being shallow, I know I'm pathetic. Her names Annabeth Chase and we were friends since kindergarten, I say were because we haven't spoken in ages don't get me wrong I'd love to change that but I don't wanna damage her reputation at school and I'm to scared to speak to her out of school.
"Alright cupcakes in register order drop and gimme as many as you can." Coach ordered.
When it comes to my turn the score to beat is Jasons 87 or rather my score to fall short of I should say. I could easily do 115 but that won't help my aim to keep a low profile so there Is a very short list of things that will make me hit my record when venting my frustration...
"Hey sardine who taught you do press ups your revolting step dad, whore mum or your deadbeat dad who abandoned you." Now I wasn't upset about the step dad thing nor disagree with the dad bit but no one insults my mom, no one ever!
"You know what Grace you're a fucking douche bag and your score sucks ass, so start counting" was my response before I then proceeded to do 113 more than Grace, making my new pb 200. To describe the faces of my class mates I could use anything in the range of gobsmacked or awestruck. The most insane thing is I could of kept going if I didn't wanna keep some energy for the other tests and I don't even care everyone knows I'm fit now keeping it a secret was exhausting and I'm kind of glad to be rid of the burden.
"Since when can you do that Jackson" coach emphasised every word as if he was breathless. I have no reason to tell him anything but the truth so why not "right so the thing is ... I've always been capable of doing 100 press ups since I started here but Jason's words spurred me onto doing 200" I told coach thinking he wouldn't believe me before turning and walking straight towards Jason "don't you or anyone ever insult my mother because next time I will knock the offender the fuck out rather than just showing them up" I spat at him tapping his chest whilst addressing the whole class. I'm just thinking I'm so gonna regret this when my adrenaline runs out. After a couple of minutes we resumed the tests and then we were onto...
"Right cupcakes sit-ups same as the press ups, alright "
So when it reached me again the score to beat was jasons, 127. Since my covers already been blown I just decided to do 250 sit ups to get it over with without expending all my energy. Needless to say everyone was once again awestruck.
"Right cupcakes last test we're just gonna see how fast you can do 400m, oh, and if you can beat Jackson you can choose our sport next week"
Needless to say everyone was psyching themselves up to get a good lap time and it worked mostly. coach made me wait to go last so I could let them each have their glory. When it was finally my go all I had to do was beat 1minute, 7seconds so I did achieving 53 seconds a new school record. I got so caught up in my celebration I started to do mindless flips and gymnastics moves.
"Well cupcakes looks like we've got a new fittest boy in school what do you want to do next week Jackson"
After thinking on it for a minute I couldn't decide between two so i decided to ask the class "dodgeball or football" most people said football but so did Jason so "dodgeball it is, coach"
"What! Are you mad there were clearly more votes for football" was Jasons indignant response to my proclamation.
"You're right there was but you also voted for football so I went for dodgeball" before Jason could respond coach cut in saying "okay cupcakes, lessons over go to your next ones"
After changing my clothes the high was over and I was dreading the repercussions of my actions.
How was that guys. I'd love some feedback and pointers where you think the story should go.
Yours faithfully
Chazzadagazza :)
