I apologize for the delay, but here it is! I hope you enjoy this

Fraeia

RACHEL

I half-walked, half-ran to my class even though I still had a few minutes to spare. Frankly, Annabeth was giving me the bajeebers with all her Royal Highness authority and perfectly golden hair (plus a well toned body). If she would just cut us all some slack maybe I would be as finicky around her. But my name isn't jiminy cricket, and the sun never changed the way it moves, so I guess I'll have to settle for that.

I was kinda feeling bad for leaving Percy with her. Hey, a girl's gotta do what she gotta do… especially when she's being threatened for decorating the class turtle's tank with smiley stickers. I mean, nobody else was in the room that time, but I'm sure she knew about that.

No regrets though. Mrs. Dodds the turtle seriously needed some cheering up.

Anyway, I sat outside the door of our room and waited for the bell to ring. I felt hideous wearing short shorts. They feel very uncomfortable. I'm practically butt naked, and people who filled out the hallway were definitely staring. I'm sure there were at least a couple of Aphrodite progenies (you could always tell them even from far away… they were practically screaming of #PERFECTION #OMG) and some others from minor gods. I wanted to tell them to just stop, please, okay? But then I would attracted more attention. Great. A catch-22. I have half the mind to return these shorts to Silena Beauregard if only I had an extra pair. Don't take it the wrong way, I really do appreciate that she followed Piper and me back to the locker room so she could lend her stuff, but she still had the flair for fashion and 'strutting out her stuff'. My legs don't even look good. They weren't built the way Silena's were; straight and thin. They're deathly pale and… ugh. I'm not even going to continue

To distract myself from thinking about my hideous legs, and to avoid looking up at people, I tucked my legs closer to my chest and played with the strings that came off Percy's hoodie. Incidentally, I breathed in the scent of his jacket. Not surprisingly, it smelled faintly of sea and his usual fabric conditioner. Not that I stalk him or what okay? We've just been friends long enough for me to know things like that without even trying.

Okay?

Fine. I do like him. I don't know if he ever remembered (I never shall have the courage to ask, I swear) but I briefly went to the middle school where he went. Right before my dad took me into this awful boarding school of etiquette for girls. We weren't close. In fact, I doubt he ever noticed me at all, because he was different then. He wasn't as shy, or as docile: he always picked the fights and he was playground king. Which was probably why I was attracted to him. Always had a thing for bad boys. Detention was practically home for him.

And it sucks not to be with him right now because of Madame president to be's presence, but at least I got his jacket. I was more than thankful that I get to wear it, because seriously, I've been dreaming about this day since forever. Maybe under a different level of relationship, but this one comes in second. I'm thinking I'll keep this and buy him a new one. I like how this one fit me.

I resurfaced into the real world to brush off a few sons of Ares who jeered at me. They didn't have the same effect on me as they do to other people, which was good because I was already impulsive and hotheaded on my own. I'm not even going to lie or hide that fact. That's just the way I am.

"Think you'll fit in?" A familiar voice said, right when I was about to enter my thoughts. I quickly stood up to face him. I wasn't the least bit scared, because seriously, this guy was a weiner. I could punch him in the face, he could return it, and I won't even feel a thing out of the whole ordeal. "Think you'll be better if you wear normal clothes, weirdo?"

"Watch it, scarecrow!" I said, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Octavian was never scary, even though I was obviously inches shorter than him. "You don't want to mess with me"

A scene flashed into my mind: Octavian's daily morning report and people laughing at what was happening onscreen. I smiled deviously to myself at the thought, and it obviously scared Octavian.

"I—I know the future!" He stammered, fighting for his confidence as he involuntarily clutched the beanie baby that hung limply on his belt. What a wuss. Dependent on stuffed toys for prediction. He couldn't even do on his own. "I—There's a lot about you that you don't know!"

"Like how you're planning on stealing my clothes after PE? Or switching my food with something I'm allergic to?" I smiled, remembering all the poetry that would flash on my mind. Everything was starting to make sense now: all the what, who, when and where. It was like, my ability to discern my poetry made all sense now. I flashed another smile of victory, as I realized that I was better than him now. I may not understand most of my predictions, but at least mine would hit a hundred percent. While his…

The crowd was building up around us. Octavian's hand hung limping to his side as he tried to deflect this gaze away from my fiery eyes. Luke, who was conveniently passing by, broke everything off and asked me to release Octavian. My anger for the stunt Luke's brother played on me flared, but I had the sense not to act on it.

"Not a problem, Luke" I said, quickly following orders.

And turning to face the hideous man I wished never went to school as I did, "And Octavian? Ripping beanie babies are so not environmentally friendly"

Octavian stumbled—I have no idea why he was stumbling as his feet were firmly planted on the ground—and he proceeded to straighten his argyle printed YSL sweater while he cleared his throat. Have I ever mentioned how much I hated the way he made high fashion so awkward?

Right on cue, the bell rang, giving me the opportunity to walk into the classroom with much flair. He wobbled with the lack of balance as he got enveloped into the mass of students walking through the hallway. I was spared from any awkward form of separation. Thank the gods they have answered my prayer. I've always wanted a dramatic exit.

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

Spoiler alert: The title is going to be Jason ;)