A/N: I really enjoyed writing this chapter! Thanks for all your kind reviews! Now y'all kind find out what Percy is gonna be like in this story ;)

Percy

I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
You're living in the past, it's a new generation
And I only feel good when I got no pain
And that's how I'm gonna stay

I slammed the door behind me as I Ieft the classroom. Nice one, Jackson, I said to myself. In trouble again. I took my time walking to the Principal's office, going along the very round-about route. I might get off easy. He has a bit of a soft spot for me, being my mom's husband and all. He tries to be a father figure but it's a bit hard for him seeing as he has to be constantly punishing me for misbehaving.

I contemplated not going. I could just go back to my dorm and kick back for the rest of the lesson but Mrs White has probably already notified his receptionist that I'm on my way. I pushed open the door and stepped into the room. Ms Morgan glared at me sourly through the tops of her glasses.

"Hey Doris," I gave her my best smile.

"Jackson, Mr Blofis is ready to see you," She grumbled.

"Thanks, darling" I walked into Paul's office.

"Percy," He sighed when I slumped into the chair opposite his desk.

"What's up?" I smirked.

"I was hoping you could tell me," He said. "Mrs White says that you were being inappropriate in her class,"

"It wasn't even that bad, Paul," I pulled out a stick of gum from my bag and popped it into my mouth. Paul gritted his teeth.

"Now remember in a school situation, I'm Mr Blofis, not Paul. This is what we decided with your mother," He stated. "Speaking of your mother, I'm not sure she would be happy to hear that you were," He read something on his computer screen, "'feeling up' Miss Dare in the back row of a classroom!"

I guess that was kind of bad. But I have done far worse before. Besides, it was Rachel's idea, she should be copping the blame for it.

"This is a respectable co-ed Academy and we will not tolerate such inappropriate behaviour at our school." Blah Blah Blah. I wasn't really listening.

"Percy your mother and I are concerned," Here comes the attempt at being my dad. "The school had no choice but to force you to repeat junior year. The deal was that you re-take the year, get your grades up and stay in line,"

"See Paul, the point of a deal is that both sides get something out of it. What am I getting from this again?"

"How about not dropping out of school? How about having a future?" He raised his voice. "We're only a quarter of the way through the year and you've already done enough to merit expulsion! The only reason you're still allowed to attend is because I can pull a few strings here and there. I can't keep doing it though,"

I rolled my eyes at him. I really did not give a single shit about my grades or finishing school. That wasn't what I was going to dedicate my time to. I didn't know what I was going to do with my life but it sure as hell wouldn't involve whatever Mrs White was teaching us about the digestive system of turtles.

"One hour of detention after school Percy," Paul started writing up a detention slip.

"I have practice after school…" I mentioned.

"Then one hour of detention after dinner,"

"But I-,"

"That's enough. You know I'll have to tell your mother about this," Paul murmured. "She's going to be very disappointed in you Percy,"

"Of course you're going to tell her," I spat. Paul probably goes home each day and tells her every detail of what I had been up to.

He said I could leave. "Percy," He called after me as I was going. "Fix your uniform," I looked down at myself. Guys at Goode had to wear a white short sleeved button up shirt with a pair of grey slacks and a red tie. My slacks were old and frayed and my tie was loose. The top two buttons on my shirt were open. "And those shoes aren't regulation," Instead of the clunky dress shoes we were supposed to wear, I wore my favourite pair of black combat boots.

I walked out the door as Paul went back to his computer.

"You're not to return to Mrs White's class today Jackson," Ms Morgan said.

"Anything for you, Doris," I gave her a wink, and strode out into the corridor.

oOo

For the last 10 minutes of the lesson I waited outside the classroom for Rachel. When the bell rang she came out and hit me in the shoulder.

"What was that for?!" I rubbed my shoulder.

"You left me alone in science, Percy! Do you not know how boring it is?" She groaned.

"You're the one who should have been in detention," I grabbed her hands and held them at my waist so she wouldn't hit me again.

"I meant do it under the table," She smirked, "You just weren't subtle enough," She wrenched free of my grasp and walked away, her red curls bouncing as she went. They were pulled back with a black headscarf. I caught up to her, accidentally knocking over a freshman who was in my way.

"What do you have?" I asked her.

"English," She replied. "You?"

"I've got a free," I smiled. "Skip English and hang out with me," I said.

"No, Percy. Unlike you, I would not be okay with repeating a year of school," She teased.

"You did repeat though," I noted. She was the same age as I was.

"Yeah, in third grade,"

"You are the biggest goody two shoes I've ever met, Rachel," I groaned. That was a lie. Rachel was nearly as bad as I was most of the time. I was just trying to get under her skin.

"Me?" She laughed, "What about your brother?"

Tyler was the biggest goody two shoes I'd ever met. He was an embarrassment to the reputation I've built here. And now I was in the same grade as him.

"Seriously, Percy, I would die if I had to spend an extra year in this hell hole," Rachel grimaced.

I started thinking about what Paul had said about having a future.

"Rachel, what do you want to do when you graduate?" I asked her.

"I dunno," She shrugged, tossing her curls. "Maybe I'll paint. Maybe I'll open a tattoo parlour. Maybe I'll join a band," She smiled. Rachel was like me in that sense. Neither of us knew what we were going to do and we weren't worried about it. That's the only way to live in my eyes, if you keep stressing about the future then you won't have any fun in the present.

"See you at break, Percy," Rachel grinned and stepped into her English classroom.

oOo

I wandered around the grounds until I finally found Jason sprawled out along one of the benches in the garden. Jason was on the football team with me. In fact he was the captain. That's how we became friends. Jason's a great guy and all but if we weren't on the team together I probably would never have even tried to talk to him. He's hardly ever in trouble because he looks like the stereotypical 'good guy' from every high school movie you've ever seen. Just not the ones where the outcast underdogs are the good guys. Those movies suck.

"Jason," I called out to him. He sat up with a start as if he'd been asleep.

"What's up Percy?" He said rubbing his eyes. He must have been asleep. This guy deserves an award for being able to doze off anywhere and everywhere.

"Practice is after school right?" I wanted to check I'd scheduled in my detention correctly.

"Yeah for two hours. We've got an away game coming up," Jason confirmed.

"Who are we playing?" I asked. We were a pretty good team. There were only a few teams we lose to. They were Saint Matthew's, East High and…

"Cooper," Jason groaned. Damn. Cooper High's team was undefeated. "In four weeks. Hang on a second," Jason whipped out his phone and checked it. "Oh and Saint Rose's is coming here in two weeks," Jason was a little unorganised sometimes.

Saint Rose's students were predominantly girls so their guys' football team was made up of the only guys they had. Their girls' team was a complete other story. They kicked ass. Rachel was on the girls' football team for Goode and whenever they played Saint Rose they lost.

"So an easy win?" I grinned.

Jason nodded and laughed. "Have you seen the new girl in our grade?" He asked.

I didn't know there was a new girl. It's a little odd to change schools a quarter of the way into the school year.

"Nah, is she hot?"

"I haven't seen her either but your brother thinks she is," Jason smirked.

"My brother?" I laughed. "Well I don't think I'm going to be into the same sorts of girls as Tyler,"

"That's true," Jason chuckled. "I was talking to him in between periods. She's in his geography class,"

"Well maybe Tyler can finally get some with this chick," My brother was sort of popular I guess. He'd had a fair amount of girlfriends but I'm sure that they've never actually gone all the way.

"Good luck to him," Jason said. "I think she's in Piper's dorm room," Piper McLean was Jason's hot girlfriend. She was gorgeous. I would never try to steal his girl, she wasn't really my type, but I could sure as hell appreciate how hot she was and how she always tried to hide it with uneven haircuts and clothes that were a size too big. She eased up on hiding it once she got with Jason though. I guess he really helped out her confidence or something.

"I'll see you at practice, man," I said and went back to my dorm to try and get some study done.

oOo

I sat down at my desk in the empty room and pulled out the assignment that I was supposed to have finished last week. I spread it out on the desk and stared at it.

Come on Jackson, I tried to encourage myself, you can do this, it's just an essay.

After staring at the paper for a good ten minutes and chewing my pencil until ended in a wet stump, I got up, turned on the exhaust fan in the bathroom and took out a cigarette. I had to make sure the entire dorm was empty before I lit it. I leaned up against the sinks and took a long drag. I had turned on one of the showers so that the steam would stop the room from smelling too bad.

I opened one of the frosted glass windows and peered outside. I was on the second floor bathroom and from here I could see the smaller garden. There was a girl walking across the grass that I'd never seen before. This must be the new chick Jason was talking about. She was pretty hot. Tyler would be doing well if he got with her, I might even give him a congratulations. She looked like one of those girls who were good at everything. She was about average height, with curly blonde hair and the body of a sports model. I could tell even though the view was mostly obstructed by the armful of textbooks she was carrying.

I let out a low appreciative whistle. She wasn't my type at all, just like I expected. Definitely more of a girl for Tyler. That's why I was confused as to why my heart was beating at a thousand times a minute and my palms were sweating and my chest hurt when the her hair caught the sunlight.

Really Jackson? This girl?