Percy didn't know why he was emotional over this. He even offered to stay away from dating, but it still hurt. To have your soulmate reject you, plain and cold like that, it just feels beyond painful. Like his heart got ripped out and stepped on. By Jason. Jason, who was handsome and just so attractive. It was saddening that Percy had such a hot soulmate that doesn't want to be even associated with him. And the way Jason sounded when Percy had said they were soulmates.. It made Percy feel very unwanted, and self-conscious.
Thankfully he had someone like Piper, who appeared in his life right after he skipped fourth period. And before, but it seemed like she was busy with Jason. She was in the corner of the building with Leo, who was her boyfriend, Percy assumed. They were smoking cigarettes, which Percy gladly took. It seemed like cigarettes and weed were the only things Percy had to calm himself down. Though, on Leo it seemed to take an opposite effect and made him hyperactive. He was shaking so hard Percy could have sworn Leo was going to explode.
Percy unlocked his phone. Maybe he could vent to Piper, she seemed trustworthy. She was only a call away, or so she told Percy. Her contact number shone bright on his phone. Why was he so reluctant? Percy usually could call another person without hesitating, usually. With Paul's cell phone ID programmed in his phone, he hardly found time to give the number a second glance. No, Percy couldn't go to her. Piper's cool, but she's not what Percy needs right now.
What Percy needs is his mother's cooking and an evening without Paul staring down his back. Percy opened the door to their house, and expected trouble. Paul was always home at this hour, and it would be two more until Percy's mother returned. "Hey sport, how was school?" Paul said as Percy entered. "Good." Percy said curtly. Paul seemed to expect no less from Percy. "You smell like smoke" Paul stated, not looking up from his newspaper. "Your point? Everyone smokes in New York." Percy said, trying to make a quick get away from the living room. "Yes, Perseus, but-" Percy didn't let Paul finish. He wasn't going to allow Paul to tell him what he can and can't do.
Paul made no attempt to talk to Percy, either. After Percy had slammed the door to his room it was like Paul was no longer sitting in their living room, reading the god awful comic strips.