I am soooooo sorry that I haven't updated! You have no idea how sorry I am! Two plot bunnies for other stories have attacked me and I was a little busy. Huh. I've used the 'busy' excuse before, haven't I? Truth is I've got time, but I'm just lazy. Plz don't kill me…Oh well. I just thought I'd fit in an update because it as been A MONTH AND A HALF! Crazy right? I also wanted to update now because I will have, like, zero time this weekend because of a dance competition. Once again, sorry! Oh and P.S: There has been a time laps between the last chapter, and this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own DP or PJ.
Danny's POV:
Beep, beep, beep. I moaned and hit the obnoxious alarm clock on my bedside table. I groggily swung my legs over the side of the bed and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. At least no ghost attacks this time, I thought bitterly. I took a glance at my clock. 8:45. I was suddenly jolted awake at the thought of being late on my first day of school no less. I quickly threw on my usual white shirt and blue jeans, not even touching my hair. It would be wreck anyways.
Rushing downstairs, I saw (thankfully) that no one had left yet.
"'Morning Danny my boy!" Dad boomed from the breakfast table.
"'Morning." I said and sat down next to Percy and Jazz. Mom set down a bowl of cereal in front of me. And then she started to fuss over me. As usual.
"Oh, sweetheart, you can't start off the school year looking like That!" she chided. She licked the tips of her fingers and tried to fix my annoying cowlicks.
"Mo-om!" I protested. Percy chuckled and Jazz hid her head behind her phycology book, clearly embarrassed.
"I don't know you people." She uttered and stood. "Percy, Danny, do you need a ride?"
"Yes," I said instantly and tried to escape my mothers furious-fixing.
Percy shrugged. "I could use a ride," We all left the table and headed for the door.
"But Danny!" Mom protested. "What about breakfast? You hardly touched your cereal."
"I'll be fine, Mom." I called back. Only then did I take into account what Percy was wearing. He was wearing a sea green shirt that complimented his eyes, and blue jeans like mine. We filed out of the door and into Jazz's blue car.
"So, Percy, are you excited for your first day at Casper?" Jazz asked, trying to make conversation.
"Yeah," he answered. "As long as I don't blow it up first…" he muttered inaudibly. It's times like this when you love having enhanced hearing. If I didn't already know that he was a demigod that would've made me think that he was a criminal or something. Or maybe a ghost… I thought.
By the time we pulled up outside of school, the ten-minute bell was going off. Jazz hastily parked her car and we all climbed out and ran for the door.
Percy's POV:
"So Danny," I said once we were inside. "Where do we get our class schedules?"
"We have to pick them up at the office. C'mon, I'll show you." Jazz responded for him. She led Danny and I down the hall a bit, before we came across a door. There was a plaque on the outside and I concentrated to read it. Administrative Office. As soon as I had deciphered the sign, I noticed Danny was looking at me funny. I realized that I had been screwing my face up to try to read the plaque.
I chuckled. "I have dyslexia,"
"Oh," the siblings said as it dawned on them. Jazz took me by the hand and led me into the full office. Inside, stood Annabeth, Sam, Tucker, and Nico. Annabeth was wearing a red tee shirt and navy blue jeans while Nico was wearing a black shirt (go figure) and his signature aviator's jacket paired up with dark, distressed jeans. They were a surrounding a desk where a petite, Asian lady (about forty) sat.
"Hello Mrs. Chang," Danny said. "We're here for our schedules."
"Oh, of course you are," The lady called Mrs. Chang said. She turned he attention on me. "Ah you must be the other exchange student, yes?"
I nodded and stretched out my hand. "I'm Percy. Percy Jackson."
She grasped my hand and shook it excitedly. "Nice to meet you Percy, Percy Jackson." She said. "Allow me to introduce you to Anna-"
"-We already know each other," My girlfriend interjected. Mrs. Chang looked at her, startled that she had been interrupted. "Can we please get our schedules and locker assignments now?"
Mrs. Chang nodded. "Oh of course, of course." She said and handed us our locker assignments and schedules.
Annabeth smiled. "Thank you," We all turned and started to leave without an answer.
"Your welcome!" She called from behind us, but we had already left.
"Well, I gotta go. Don't wanna be late!" Jazz said rather rushed and took off down the hallway.
I laced my fingers around Annabeth's free hand. "So, Wise Girl, what do you have first?"
She screwed her face up and tried to read through her dyslexia. "English with Mr. Lancer. You?"
I glanced at my schedule and unscrambled the letters. I smiled. "Same. What's your locker number?"
She looked at the slip of paper that contained her locker number and combination. "Well, Seaweed Brain, my locker is number is number 473. Yours?"
I glanced down at my paper and broke into an instant smile. "472!" I exclaimed excitedly. She and I beamed. This year might actually be okay.
"Ugh, can you two just give it a rest already?" Nico groaned.
I chuckled. "What's wrong cuz? Wake up on the wrong side of the coffin this morning?"
He cracked a smile at my lame joke. "Ha, ha, ha." He said in mock laughter. He glanced at his sheet. "Hey, I've got 475."
"I guess that they're putting all the 'exchange students' together," Sam said putting emphasis on exchange students. All of the sudden, a high pitched bell rang, signaling time for class.
"Well I guess that's our cue," Danny said. "I've got English first too, so you can just follow me." Annabeth and I nodded in agreement.
Tucker leaned over Nico's shoulder and looked at his schedule. "Hey! We both have gym with Ms. Tetslaf together!" He said.
"Bad luck Tuck strikes again," Sam uttered.
Tucker frowned and gave Sam his best death glare. "Will. You. Stop. Calling. Me. That!" Tucker exclaimed. Annabeth, Danny, Sam, and even Nico laughed at that.
"Well, I've got English too, so we'll catch ya later." Sam stated. Danny then made a 'follow me' gesture and started to head down the hallway with Sam, Annabeth, and I following suit.
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Danny's POV:
I tried not to show it too much, but I was secretly glad that Sam was in English with me. Not because I liked her or anything….no. But when it came to my secret, Mr. Lancer was a tough nut to crack and I was glad she was there to cover for me, in case I had ghostly trouble. I also had Annabeth and Percy to help out. Speaking of…
I led my exchange student friends down the hallway and in the direction of Lancer's room. I realized that, since none of us had any time to visit our new lockers, we all were carrying our backpacks to class. Well it can't be that bad.
"This is his room, on the right." Sam said to our new friends. We walked in to see Lancer waiting patiently for any stragglers who were coming in late to class. I realized with a jolt that for once I was on time. Mr. Lancer seemed shocked too.
"Why-why Mr. Fenton and Ms. Manson." He stuttered. "How nice to see you both on time."
I nodded. "Mr. Lancer, these are two of our new exchange students, Percy Jackson-" I guestured towards Percy, who waved. "And Annabeth Chase." I copied the same motion I did with Percy to Annabeth.
Mr. Lancer brightened and extended his hand out warmly. "A pleasure to meet you Mr. Jackson and Ms. Chase."
"The pleasure's all mine, sir." Annabeth said politely, taking his outstretched hand and shook it firmly, looking him in the eyes.
"Nice to meet you," Percy said simply, shaking his hand once Annabeth had let go. Suddenly the 'class in process' rang throughout the school.
"Alright take your seats." Mr. Lancer said to the class and gave us a look. We got the message and headed to some empty seats in the back of the room. Annabeth and Percy, of course, sat together (being a couple and all) just behind Sam and I.
"Hello students," Lancer said, smiling. "I hope you all had a wonderful summer. I see lots of faces, new and old(he looked at Annabeth and Percy with that), and I just want to say have a great year." I groaned inwardly. And it begins.
Percy's POV:
I was glad that none of the teachers we had met so far (being two) did not seem like monsters or have any signs of monster-like behavior. For now, it seemed that this year might be semi-normal. Wow. New territory for all of us.
"We will be starting out the year with a poetry unit (gag). Do any of you know any famous poets?" Of course, Annabeth's hand was first in the air. Mr. Lancer seemed to be a little surprised at her level of enthusiasm. "Yes Ms. Chase?"
"Homer," Annabeth responded and I stifled a laugh. Leave it to Annabeth to be that first one to say something Greek-related.
Mr. Lancer beamed at his new pupil. "Very good Ms. Chase. An excellent example.
"Homer," Mr. Lancer continued, "Is a very famous Greek poet, proud author of-?" He questioned, trying to get some more action out of his already bored, students. Once again, Annabeth's hand was the first (and only) hand in the air. "Yes Ms. Chase?"
"Homer is best known for writing the two epic poems, The Iliad, and The Odyssey." She responded confidently. Once again, she was correct.
If it were possible for Lancer's smile to get wider, it did. "Correct Ms. Chase." The rest of the class period was spent with Mr. Lancer droning on, and on, about things that only a child of Athena could understand and not tune him out. I myself, in the end, ended up tuning out his boring lecture about various poets like Shakespeare, Emily Dickinson, and Edgar Allen Poe. The only person who seemed to actually be paying attention, and or taking a few occasional notes, was -yes you guessed it- my girlfriend. Much to my delight, and to the rest of the classes, the bell rang signaling that the class was over.
"Alright, class dismissed. Your homework for tonight (the class groaned) is to hand in your favorite poem and a short essay on why it's your favorite. The minimum is one paragraph." As soon as he was done talking, the whole class filed out of the room at the pace of a child of Nike.
Danny turned to face Wise Girl and me. "Ready to go? We'll show you to your lockers if you'd like."
Annabeth grinned. "Thanks Dan."
Suddenly Danny's whole demeanor seemed to darken and Sam stiffened. "Don't call me Dan." He uttered, stressing every word. His promise to show us our lockers seemed to vanish and he turned on his heel and left behind a very puzzled Annabeth, Lancer (having naturally overheard our conversation), and I.
"What was that all about?" I inquired.
"Sorry about that," Sam said. "He just REALLY hates being called Dan." She said a little too loudly along with a nervous glance at Mr. Lancer. She then leaned into us and whispered a faint "I'll tell you later."
"C'mon," She said in a suddenly normal tone. "I'll help you find your lockers." She turned and walked out of the classroom. Annabeth and I hastily grabbed our things and followed her, not wanting to get lost.
I wondered why Danny had reacted so badly to being called Dan. I mean, I knew I hated to be called Peter Johnson every year by Mr. D, but this wasn't your usual 'stop calling me that it's getting annoying'. What Danny had shown was almost anger and…fear? Why would he be afraid? Something was up and I wanted to know exactly what.
I'm gonna stop there for now. Was it an okay chapter? Do any of you still wanna kill me? I hope not. Anywho, you know the drill, reviews are loved, blah blah blah, I'll try to respond, blah blah blah, no flames. See ya next time!
Addict out.