Perseus Jackson

I was sitting in a meeting in an underground floor with my bosses.

"... and you have had many concussions. Trauma, a metaphysical heart attack (a/n not real!), and lung constrictions. Mr. Jackson, we will be monitoring your health carefully. You won't have anymore tasks for a while. The council suggests receiving an education, after all, you are an agent of A5 Intelligence." The man said,

"Yes, sir." I replied, and walked to the elevator. I officially had to go to high school, as a Senior.

I walked by people on the main floor, recieving many strange looks. I wasn't at the Pentagon today. Today's meeting was in a secret facility under a restaurant. I know, strange.

It started to rain as soon as I reached the STARK building. I shot up in the elevator, and found Pepper doing yoga.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yes... Percy?" she asked, stretching her calves.

"So, I wasn't booted, but I have to go to high school." I said, and she fell over,

"Really?! That's awesome! We'll enroll you in... public or private?" she asked, grinning,

"Er, private?" I said, and she nodded,

"Sure! I know you have clothes, supplies, and stuff, so all we have to do is get you enrolled!" she exclaimed, and ran out of the room. I looked at the trail of smoke she left in awe. She could do a lot of stuff if her mind was put to it.

"School..."

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Walking through Central Park, I crossed into an alleyway. There were three girls smoking around a trash can. They took one look at me and sneered,

"Look, it's an aristocrat. He's in his little designer aviators." One with matted blonde hair said. The others snickered at that, and I continued walking.

"If you have money we'll be nice to you."

"Hey, going to a business meeting?" The girl with bubblegum pink hair sneered, and the continued to follow and jeer at me. I ignored them until,

"Going to the ocean to see your daddy?" I turned, gripping my pen,

"What?"

"Yeah. Is the wittle baby going to Poseidon for your wittle bad dweams?" She grinned like a maniac. I stopped and turned around,

"What are you?" I asked, fully turning around.

As if in response, they morphed together into some crazy naked lady with a snake body. Imagine how I felt.

I uncapped Riptide and opened my stance.

"Bring it."

It charged at me, and I blocked. She lashed her tail out at me, and wrapped it around my leg. I tripped, and she came down on me, sharp teeth gnashing.

Right when she opened her mouth to bite me, I swung my sword, and sliced half of her jaw off. She went poof, and I had to go to a gas station and use those air blowers to get the stuff off of me.

Once the crap came off, I continued on my merry way to Alice's Tea Cup for coffee. Yeah, I know. I'm a bad boy, drinking coffee before dinner.

September 15th

One Week Later

Alyssa McKinney

Apparently there was some super hot new kid who came from California. I didn't believe it. At Westman High, rumors spread with a snap. He was probably from Alabama, and had pimples everywhere.

I was in the parking lot, next to my friend's Honda. We were listening to the radio, when a silver Lamborghini flew in front of us. It went to the nearest spot available; right in between the jock spaces, and chearleading spaces.

That was Michelle Byron's spot. It was reserved for her blonde curls, and cherry red BMW convertible.

Everyone looked at the mysterious car. The door popped up, and out came a really hot guy.

He had black hair, sunglasses, and oh my god those muscles. He had on a green shirt, jacket, jeans, and Nikes.

The jocks nodded approvingly,

"Hey, dude! What's up?" Adam Greene yelled, and the guy looked up.

"Nothing much. I'm kinda new here. Name's Percy." He said in the most beautiful voice ever. He walked over to the other side of his car and opened the door. Out stepped Michelle Byron. I gasped.

Was he dating her?! The jocks raised eyebrows, and the chearleaders stared. No one said anything.

When you thought of the stereotypical popular girl, the words bitch, slut, makeup addict, and did I mention bitch, came to mind. Not Michelle. She was the epitome of politeness, she was smart, beautiful, and didn't wear makeup. Like, unless it was Prom.

Her dad was super rich, but was she spoiled? No. And now, she had Percy. Why was she so perfect?

Michelle Byron

My day started out horribly. My clothes were not matching, and my shampoo bottle was empty.

I dropped by Starbucks for a muffin and coffee for breakfast. I ate there, and walked back to my car.

Driving out, I noticed a Jeep behind me. I stopped at a red light, and waited. Then I felt myself surging forward, and getting choked by my seat belt. I gasped in shock,

"Shit! What the hell?!" I screamed, checking my body. No damage there. I looked to my backseat, it was a horrible mess.

I undid my seat belt, and stepped out of the car. My knees were wobbly, and I held onto the side of my car. The top was up, but now it looked mangled and ugly.

"Oh my fucking god! You asshole!" I yelled.

Looking at the back, I nearly cried. My baby was smashed. Even the licence plate was illegible. A guy stepped out of his car.

"Oh my gods! I'm so sorry! I can't- I- " He was hot, but right now, I wanted to kill him. I looked at his car, the Jeep had a nice big dent up front. "I'll buy you a new car, just please don't press charges. Here's my number." he said, handing me a hastily written note, and I nodded,

"I'm late for fucking school. If you can get me a ride there, that would be nice to." I said, glaring at him. He nodded, and called a towing company.

"I'll pay for everything." He said, "Do you need a ride? I'm going to Westman right now." No freaking way.

"That's good. I go there to, I'm Chelsea Byron, senior." I shook his hand,

"Percy Jackson, also senior." he said, and the tow truck arrived. I grabbed my bag and got into his dented Jeep. Then we started driving the wrong way.

"Where the hell are you going?" I asked, still ticked at the whole crash incident.

"I think I'll start paying you back with a ride to school in style." he said, and pulled into an underground parking lot. Right under STARK Towers. We both unloaded,

"Let me guess, you work at STARK Towers." I grumbled,

"Ah, no. I live here." He said, and popped open the front of a silver Lamborghini. Wow.

We dumped our stuff in, and got in. I was surprised by his cool demeanor, as he put on a pair of (designer) aviators.

Thus we arrived at school. Making it thirty minutes early, at breakneck Lamborghini speed. So many people were staring at us, tinted windows were the best. I directed him to my parking spot, and he got out. I had to lower my heartrate a bit.

Percy opened the door for me, and I stepped out. I thanked him and walked over to my friends. He was greeted by a mass horde of people from the swim team and football team. Those were the only good teams we had.

"So?" Six girls asked me at once,

"What? Why is everyone smiling." I asked, and looked as Percy introduced himself,

"Is he your boyfriend?" my best friend Kory asked,

"No, he's the asshole that rammed into my baby this morning. He's new." I said, and it was the truth.

Perseus Jackson

Yeah, I felt horrible, and I was going to buy her a new car with my own money.

Somehow, I was immediately recruited into the jock club. I found out that movies are completely untrue. These jocks were smart, cultured, and some even played instruments. That was overwhelming, because the same went for the chearleaders too.

That was how I started my first day. I rammed into a girl, and then got accepted into a group of friends.

Classes were pretty hard with my dyslexia, and ADHD, but they were bearable. (This is the part where you know that I'm lying, but don't say it out loud.)

Lunch was fun. We all went over to the girls' table and hung out after eating if we were on campus. Everyone was cool with each other, and there didn't seem to be much rivalry. I found out that Michelle, Kory, Alivia, Margaret, and Loren always went to the library after lunch. They were really close with the librarian. Some days, Adam, George, Thompson, Elliott, and Kellam would tag along to.

Apparently the librarian's name was Ms. Overhill, and the guys had know her since their little days. She was probably the nicest person I had ever met. Her office was decorated with bits and pieces of every book in existence. It was pretty cool being in the same room as an animated pigeon, and a copy of Romeo and Juliet. She even gave us all cookies and threw a book at Elliott when she caught him pilfering through her food cabinet.

I didn't let myself feel too optimistic yet. Who knew what would happen?