Yes yes, enjoy and I obviously don't own PJO because Rick Riordan won't be posting fanfic, it would be a story.

The new boy walked into the cafeteria. She was sure that he was a new boy because she was 100% sure that none of the boys looked this cute. Argh, Hazel thought. I didn't actually think that, did I? There was this confused look on him like all those new students had. Normally, that would just put them straight into the loser group and she expected he would be pushed there soon.

She was wrong. The second he walked into the cafeteria, everyone had turned to stare at him and it was a surprising, even breathtaking sight. She has been here for like as far back as she can remember but there have never been a time when everyone was so intensely studying a new student. They were always discriminated.

The boy looked uncomfortable with all the stares and looked down, shuffling his feet slightly like he wasn't sure where to go. Hazel was betting this would be the first new kid who actually gets into the popular table immediately. She was dead right this time. The most popular girl in school, Penelope, catwalked up to the new boy.

"Hey, want to come over and sit with me?" She asked in her sweet charming voice loudly so that the whole cafeteria could hear her practically hypnotise him with her oh so great beauty and then smile real big at him. And they called her a witch. Hazel rolled her eyes. This girl is really thick. Her crush from the popular table frowned and then went back to his food like he thought that he couldn't win the girl from that boy. Honestly, Hazel thought that's kind of true. He would be the most popular kid in school within the week or even that day.

Unexpectedly, the boy turned away from the wonderful sight of her and stared straight at Hazel's table where Hazel stared down and wished she could disappear. Oh no, she thought, another throw of endless tease. She felt hot tears threatening to fall out of her eyes. She wanted to cry and she knew it wouldn't make a great difference to her popularity level since she was already the least popular in school.

"Why is she sitting alone?" he asked Penelope. The whole cafeteria was so intensely watching this interesting new scene that even with his quiet voice, his voice could be heard throughout the cafeteria. He blushed when he realized that.

Penelope let out her high-pitched laugh. "Of course she's alone! She's a witch. She's cursed and that's not even a made-up thing to push her down. She make precious jewels appear and then use them to pay for food and whatever else and you know what happen to those who receive it?" she asked. Hazel felt tears trickle down her cheek. She wanted to stand and run out but then she would just get caught by a teacher and punished. Even the teachers here did not like her. Why, why her?

"They die in horrible accident. One of them was even chopped into pieces!" The boy looked slightly disgusted when he heard that and Penelope knew, or thought she knew, that he would not question about Hazel again. The whole cafeteria had burst into discussion about Hazel. How she had killed one's uncle, mother, father, cousin, sister, aunt, grandmother, granduncle and so on. Hazel stood up leaving her food on the table and ran to the exit.

The boy frowned when he saw her leave. They weren't at all nice to her. Not even one person bothered. Some who noticed even laughed! "Come on," Penelope said, grabbing his hand. "Let's go..."

He didn't even wait for her to finish. He pulled his hand out of her grasp and ran towards Hazel. He grabbed her just before she left the cafeteria and dragged her to her table where the food were still there, not noticing the glare Penelope was giving him.

"Hey!" he said. "You'll get caught by the teacher. It's the rule you know, no leaving the cafeteria until the teacher comes and bring you to class."

Hazel cracked a small smile through her tears though it didn't reach her eyes. "I've been here for 5 years. What do you expect? Would you rather suffer this discrimination? They're different from the outside world themselves! I... I always thought that... that they might understand but..." Her hands covered her face as she cried pouring out the pain.

The boy gently settled her onto the chair and pat her shoulder, comforting her. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered gently. She nodded, and controlled herself with much willpower.

"I'm Sammy Valdez. What's your name?" he asked.

Hazel glanced at Penelope and noticed her eyes narrowing furiously at that boy. She shook her head slightly and replied. "Look, I really think you should go . No one displeases her."

Sammy, faking surprise, stared straight into her eyes. "That's a really long name! Look-I-really-think-you-should-go no-one-displeases-her."

Hazel rolled her eyes. "You're not going to let it go, are you?"

Sammy gave her a goofy grin. "Of course not!"

"Hazel Levesque," she sighed, giving up.

Sammy smiled. "Nice to meet you. May I sit?"

"I told you to go back!"

"Who are you? My mother? By the way, if you're not letting me sit, I'll just sit by the door," he answered rather truthfully.

Hazel sighed once again. "Just sit."

Sammy gave her another goofy grin. He chatted with her, letting her forget they were in school, letting her slip out of her misery, her embarrassment, the reality, letting her enter the dreamy world. They chatted about their inability to read English, talk about how stupid this school was, their liking they shared for horses and of course, Hazel's crush on one of the popular guys in school.