Okay, 2nd chapter in 2 fucking days, ain't this good. Now, I know what you say, Percy is out of charecter, but he will become more in character as it goes on. He'll never be totally in character, but he will get more in character.
I'm feeling good about this story to be honest. Feel really good
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Unfourtunately.
Chapter 2: The Invite-PPOV
"Well, interesting life story you have their cuz" my annoying little emo Cousin Nico di Angelo said to me. We were sitting in a bar somewhere in San Francisco, and I couldn't keep hold of a word he was saying. My name is Percy Jackson, and I'm a rapper who is currently living in Detroit. I'd had a pretty, well, shit day, although I did wake up without a headache, which is a positive.
I woke up on the floor of a hotel room with a tipped over beer bottle in my hand. I looked up, and noticed that there was only one person in the room, and concluded that everyone must have already left. I stood up and pulled myself up to my full height of six foot two. I gave her a quick look over. She had long straight blond hair and a decent body. She was wearing a mini-skirt and a tank top. She was going through her bag, obviously looking for something. I summoned up some courage, and started to walk up to her.
"Holla" I said to her, and she looked up from her bag and acknowledged me. "Yo, uhh, do you know where everyone is?"
"Yeah" she said, quickly letting her brown eyes drift over my shirtless body before moving them back up to my eyes. "They said something about heading to a beach. If you mean your crew as oppose to Stacey" she said with an obvious distaste.
"Stacey?" I questioned, while smiling at the thought of the guys. Trust them to go to the beach at... three o'clock, I said, quickly checking the clock. Wait, three o'clock, shit, that's bad. That's late, even for me.
"Stacey" the woman confirmed. "That whore of a hooker who you fucked last night"
"Wait, I don't sleep with hookers" I replied confidently. A slight smirk appeared on her face.
"Yeah? Well it appears you do. You were all over her" she said, and I realised she was telling the truth. Shit.
"Fuck" I shouted. This was bad. I probably have Aids now, or at the least another STD. "Well anyway, thank you...?" I said, questioning her name.
"Mellissa" she said, and with that I checked my pockets for a wallet before heading outside to the real world.
I decided not to go to the beach and try and find my crew. It was a big beach and there would be no way they'd stand out. So, due to a lack of things to do, and a lack of a car, I headed downtown towards a restaurant which I knew was in walking range. I ordered a beef burger and ate it quickly, before noticing it was already four thirty, and my body was already starting to tire. To combat this, I headed to a bar, and by the time my cousin had arrived, I'd already had four bottles of beer. And then he forced me to tell him my story. Well, this takes you up to where I'm at now.
"Well, interesting life story you have their cuz" he said after I'd finished telling it. I was concentrating on a Latino man who was inspecting his knife, before looking up and staring at me every ten seconds or so. Something about him unnerved me, but I put it to the back of my mind and tried to focus on my dearest cousin. He seemed to be comparing his life to mine.
"Cut with the bullshit Nico, Why are you here?" I asked in a slightly aggressive tone, due to the fact that I knew the Latino was listening in and I wanted to scare him.
"Whoa" he said, putting his hands up, trying to diffuse a situation that didn't really exist. "Calm it bro. If you really want to know" he said, taking a sip of his beer. "I'm having this little party thing for a lot of my friends and I wanted to know if you wanted to come."
"No" I slammed my hand on the table. "All your friends are too upper class for me."
"Dude, I'm not middle class, you know that. What makes you think my friends are?"
"Well then, they'll all be emo's and shit" I said, quickly running out of excuses.
"A few" he acknowledged. "But a lot aren't. C'mon, it'll be fun."
I sighed "Fine, when is it." He looked at his watch.
"In about twenty minutes" he said. "So we'd better get moving."
"Yeh, I guess" I said, draining what was my seventh bottle. "I don't have a car with me, so you're going to have to take me."
"That's cool" he said. "It's kinda formal and shit though, so you're going to have to change into something."
"I don't own formal clothes" I said. "But I need to get a top. It's fucking freezing."
"Your fault for not bringing a top out" he said laughing. We both took that as our signal to leave, and as we headed out of the door, I pulled my phone out my pocket and made a call.
"Yo?" the voice on the other end of the line said.
"Aiyyo Grove" I said with a smirk on my face. "Waddup."
"Perce, ma homie" he called loudly. "I'm good, i'm good. Now whadda ya want, I'm kinda busy at the moment."
"Cool, cool. Listen, I won't be flying back to Detroit with you guys tonight" I said.
"Why, have you found that Stacey bitch again?" As he said this I heard laughter from his end of the call, and I knew he had it on speaker phone and that my crew were listening.
"Shut it Grove" I said while laughing slightly. "I have a little party with my cousin to go to."
Oh, that's cool, that's cool. Anyway, see ya soon homie."
"Yeh, holla at me" I said, before I broke off the call. We quickly got to Nico's car, which was a Maserati Spyder. "Nice car cuz" I complimented. We drove quickly through San Francisco, stopping off at my hotel so I could change from my shorts to a pair of jeans, and I grabbed a t-shirt and a hoodie before we got back into his car.
We had had a lot of small talk on the way, and on the way up into his apartment he showed asked about how my Mom was doing. I answered truthfully and he was happy to know that she remarried after my father's untimely death. We got to his room, and I realised most people would be already there. He opened the door, and then said something about needing to get changed. I took in what I saw. It was a decent apartment, but there were lots of men in tuxedos, women in dresses and wine and nibbles set out. I realised how out of place I must look. There was also only a little music turned on not very loud.
"Shit" I said to myself. "This is gonna be boring."
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