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Chapter 2

The bell rang, signalling the end of the lesson. I grabbed my books, looked back at Percy, and we exited the classroom together. I found out a lot about Percy Jackson. He loves his mother, has been going to a camp on Long Island since he was twelve. He is obsessed with the ocean, and anything that has to do with water. He is a loyal friend, and a hard worker, but he seemed to be avoiding the topic of relationships. I don't blame him, he must get girls jumping all over him, and I didn't mind, I've only ever had one boyfriend, but I caught him cheating on me. I don't really like bringing that up.

We stood outside the classroom, and when our conversation died, I asked, "Hey, can I see your schedule?"

"Huh?" He asked, obviously confused. I rolled my eyes.

"Your schedule," I replied, "you know, that piece of paper that tells you what classes you have?"

"Oh," he smiled sheepishly as he pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"Honestly," I said, as I compared our two a timetables, "what's in that head of yours? Seawater?"

He laughed and said, "That's what my girlfriend says. She calls me Seaweed Brain."

We began walking to lunch in the cafeteria. That was on the other side of the school, so I kept up the conversation.

"Ooh," I smiled as I nudged his arm and handed him back his schedule, "Percy's got a girlfriend! What's she like?" I teased.

He grinned. "Her name's Annabeth Chase, she's from California."

I frowned. A California Girl? Really? He laughed.

"I know what you're thinking. But she only lived in San Francisco until she was seven. She isn't like any other girl I've ever met. She's tall and has curly blonde hair and grey eyes. I love her eyes."

I smiled at this. It's not every day that you get a boyfriend that rambles openly about how he loves your eyes. But he didn't stop there. He talked and talked about everything about her. Her fear of spiders, the way her hair smells like lemons and how her mom hates him.

"And she's the smartest person I know. She loves architecture and her dream is to go to Greece and see the Parthenon."

"Wow, she must really be something. How long have you been dating?"

"About two years." He replied proudly, obviously impressed with himself. I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"Yeah, we got together on my sixteenth birthday. She kissed me after my atrocious attempts to ask her out." He looked proud of himself, like he'd been practicing saying the word 'atrocious'.

I laughed at his story. I could totally imagine his stuttering attempts to ask out this Annabeth girl.

"But there was this rocky bit last year for about eight months, I didn't see her and couldn't contact her at all. It was a nightmare." He didn't look like he wanted to share, so I asked another question.

"So, when did you meet?"

"I met her when we were twelve, on my first day at summer camp. The first thing she said to me was 'You drool in your sleep'. We hated each other. I thought she was totally uptight, and she thought I was an idiot." He smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown.

"Come to think of it, I don't think her opinion has changed at all."

I laughed. "She sounds wonderful. I hope I get to meet her."

"So do I," Percy said, "you'd love her."

"I'm sure I will," I smiled. He smiled back as we opened the doors to the cafeteria.

We entered the cafeteria, to be greeted by absolute chaos.

Shouts and laughter could be heard, and students were running around like a bunch of untrained monkeys.

Oh great, I thought, I was right. Another year of living hell.

Percy's eyes widened when he saw the array of students just about bouncing off the walls, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the food, which seemed to cheer him up.

As I walked away with my chicken burger, water and chocolate-chip cookie, I looked back at Percy, who was pleading with the lunch lady.

"Can you please make it blue?" he whined, "please, please, please?" Blue coke? What's wrong with this kid?

But Lunch Lady held her ground and Percy walked away, grumbling, looking at his coke with distaste. I decided not to bring up the blue food situation, and he stood by me, looking around the cafeteria.

"Who do you normally sit with?" he asked.

"Oh," I said, blushing, "well, I, um, don't really have any friends. I normally sit outside, um, by myself."

He looked surprised. "You don't have any friends?" I looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

"Well," he smiled, "we can have no friends together. These people are idiots anyway."

I smiled at him gratefully. "You can say that again," I muttered as two freshmen kids ran headfirst into each other. That had gotta hurt.

Percy and I sat down in my usual spot under the big oak tree, and I questioned Percy about his love of blue food. He explained how, when he was young, his mother, Sally Jackson-Blofis, was married to an awful man named Gabe Ugliano. Apparently, he treated Percy and his mother badly, and he believed that food could not be blue. So, just to annoy Gabe, Mrs. Jackson made all food blue.

"Is your mom still married to Gabe?" I asked after Percy had finished his story.

He smiled, like there was some personal joke he wasn't sharing. "No, we got rid of him long ago. When I was fifteen, mom married Paul."

"Paul?" I asked.

"Paul Blofis," he replied. I was a bit, to say in the least, perplexed. His mom married his English teacher? But Percy continued. "Mom met him at one of her business conferences. She's an author. That's how I got into Goode actually. Paul offered me a place and I accepted. I was running out of places to go. This is the only school I've been able to stay at for over a year. I've been expelled from all the others."

I certainly didn't expect that. Percy didn't seem like a bad-boy. He seemed kind and caring. How could a guy like that get expelled from so many schools? Mind you, this is my fourth school. I left the first after my principal attacked me. It was in third grade, and I still don't understand that. Everyone said that I was hallucinating, that Mr. Wilson couldn't possibly have a goats head, but I still have a scar on my left shoulder to prove it.

That day when I came home from school, mom pulled me out and we moved from my original home in Washington to Idaho. After that, I have moved inter-state to, obviously, New York, and Goode is the second school I've been to here.

Once again, the school bell jarred me away from my thoughts. Percy helped me up and we walked to our last period of the day, Study Hall, to work on our 500 words for Mrs. Wright.

Percy slammed his locker, which was about five down from mine, and we walked out of Goode together in a comfortable silence.

We reached the student parking lot and I asked, "Do you have a car?"

He nodded, "Although you can't really call it a car. It's a piece of rusty metal on wheels."

I laughed and he asked me how I get home.

"I usually walk or take the bus," I shrugged.

Percy smiled and said, "Well, do ya want a lift?"

"In your piece of rusty metal on wheels?" I said skeptically, "Sure!"

He laughed and we walked to his car. I noticed girls glaring at me. I shrugged it off and we drove away in Percy's car, with it hiccupping every now and then.

We held a quiet conversation, and he asked me about my life. I explained how I've moved all over the country with my mom, Sarah Winnok. I also told him about the third grade incident with my principal, but left out the part about the goats head. He seemed shocked, and put on his deep-thinking face, which doesn't suit him at all. It looked like he was having another debate in his head, but one side was definitely more dominant.

I began to feel a bit awkward, so I asked him about how he got expelled from so many schools.

He chuckled. "Well, in eighth grade, I had to leave because I, er, had to go interstate for the rest of the school year, and in seventh grade, I accidentally 'torched' the gym,"

I gasped, shocked and he smiled, "I didn't actually torch the gym, some visiting *ahem* students did, but I got blamed. Again."

I still wasn't quite reassured. Then something clicked into place.

"You're the kid who set fire to the music room during the orientation!" I exclaimed, suddenly remembering a boy with messy black hair and green eyes running out of the school grounds, closely followed by, wait, Rachel Elizabeth Dare? I'll have to ask him about that later.

"Yeah, that was me," Percy said, "but believe me, that wasn't the worst thing that's happened."

He told me about the other times he's been expelled, like sixth grade when he got into a fight with a girl named Nancy Bobofit; fifth grade, when he got in an accident with a Revolutionary War cannon ("I wasn't aiming for the school bus! Honestly!"), and in his fourth grade school when they took a tour of the Marine World shark pool and his class went on an unexpected swim.

I laughed at the last one, and I realized that we had arrived at my house.

"Thanks for the ride," I said as I opened my door and begun to walk up the steps to my house, "see you tomorrow."

He waved and drove away, and I opened my door thinking about him. Percy is the strangest person I've ever met, I thought, but I like him.

I dumped my bag in my room, crashed on the couch and closed my eyes.

What a day. Who knew that making friends takes up so much energy? Well, it's a good excuse for a good nap.

So, anyone who guesses her immortal parent correctly first gets free virtual cookies!

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I made blue chocolate chip ones today, so I'm super hyped.