Extreme Percabeth or Percico shippers, you're gonna cry in this chapter. I don't know if there's any Annabeth/Nico shippers out there, but let's just say that they might like it. idk. Green Day fans too.
I don't know why i write this stuff.
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ALT. CHAPTER 9
"Get in, loser. You're gonna be late," Thalia said as she pulled up next to the sidewalk I was on.
"No," I say, still walking with my head down.
"Then I'll walk with you."
She parked her car there and got out. "So what's up? Why are you so mopey?"
I looked at her in the eyes, tears coming out.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." She gave me a hug and I cried into her shoulder. "What happened? How'd he, you know."
"I don't know. They were doing a surgery on him, trying to see if they could wake him up but they failed and he started bleeding really bad and the heart moniter became a straight line," I explain.
"I'm so sorry. I wish I could help."
"Thalia, I didn't tell you this but, on that night where he got hit, I told him I loved him."
"Oh. Well at least you told him while he was still alive... Do you want to know why I used to hate him so much?"
I didn't say anything.
"Well, we used to date for a little bit when he was in seventh grade and I was in eighth grade. We were each other's first kiss. I really liked him, but then he cheated on me with this girl by the name of Nancy Bobofit. She was a fucking bitch! Even worse than Rachel. She would call me an emo slut or that I'm fat or I look like a guy or even go as low as insulting my family. And Percy never stood up for me. Never even mentioned anything about her being mean. And I've hated him since. But hey, he's different now. He's been good to you. He broke up with the most popular girls in school to be with you. Don't feel so bad."
By then, we've reached Goode High and just in time for a surprise assembly. The school's staff made the entire student body gather into the theater, separating us by grades. The principal and administration people were up front.
"We are very sorry for the inconvenience of this assembly," the principal started, "but we have some very bad news about one of our students."
People around me started chattering, saying things like, "Who could it be?" or "He made us come here for some kid?"
"A junior, Perseus Jackson, passed away this weekend on Saturday."
My friends, and even Rachel, all looked at me with pity and sorrow. With tears rolling down my cheek, I got up and left the theater and head to the bathroom. A few teachers told me to sit back down, but I just ignored them. In the restroom, I looked at my ugly crying face in the mirror for half a minute. Then I punched it and all the glass pieces flee out and littered the floor. I took a shard of glass and slid the blade across my wrist. I never thought that the feeling of pain could ever feel so good, but also so horrible. The sink and surrounding floor had a disgusting mixture of hair, makeup, blood and tears. There were around 10 cuts in my wrist now. A girl came in and I screamed at her.
"GET OUT!" I yell. "GET OUT! UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR FACE TO LOOK AT MY WRIST!"
She had a terrified look on her face and she was too stunned to do as I said.
"And by the way... this never happened. NOW GO!" I scream at the poor girl. I sat on the floor, crying a red sea.
"A-Annabeth?" A familiar male voice said.
"Go away," I choke out.
"Annabeth, it's Nico. I'm coming in now."
I looked up at him. "I told you do go away."
"I'm not gonna do that. You said you'd take a bullet for me and you knew that I'd do the same for you. Well right now, the situation seems just as dramatic."
He took my hands and pulled me up and I fell into his arms. And we hugged. For a long time. When we stopped hugging, I almost fell again from all the blood that i lost. He took me back to the sink and cleaned off my scarred wrists until they stopped bleeding. Then he carried me to Hazel's car and then drove me to the hospital.
"Since when did you learn to drive?" I ask wearily.
"I turned sixteen in January, " he replied.
"And you didn't invite me to your party?"
"I'm not the party type. Besides, it would probably involve skull shaped balloons and be held at a cemetery."
We got to the hospital and I don't know what they did to me, but when I woke up, I was in one of the beds and Nico was holding my hand and sitting next to me.
"Hey," he said. "You're awake."
"Yeah," I say. "What time is it?"
"It's about 4 pm."
"Have I been out for that long?"
"Apparently."
"Wow."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Do you think you have the strength to tell me what happened?"
"I think you already know the story. The doctors tried to do some kind of operation that should've made him wake up earlier, but it failed and he bled to death."
"Oh. Well, I've been meaning to tell you something, but I don't think now is a very good time."
"You can tell me. I'm fine."
"Please don't get mad at me or start crying."
"I'm not gonna be mad at you."
"Well..."
"Come on. Say it!"
"I'm gay. I've had a crush on Percy."
"I thought you had a crush on me. Wouldn't that make you bisexual?"
"Well, I guess, but I don't have a crush on you anymore. You're just a friend to me now."
"Well, at least we can cry about him together now, right?"
"Yeah, but at least you don't have mixed feelings about him anymore. You love him and he loves you back."
"Nico, what are you talking about?"
"I used to admire him a lot. My parents and his mom were really good friends, so we hung out a lot. He was a really good person. He volunteered at animal hospitals, gave food and money for the homeless and would take the piece of candy that no one wanted. And that's why I liked him, besides his looks. But I hated him because he let my real sister die."
"You had a sister other than Hazel?"
"Yeah, her name is Bianca. She would be the same age as you, but she died when she was twelve. We were on vacation with him and his mom when I was eleven and Bianca and Percy were twelve. Percy and Bianca were throwing a football around on a cliff and Bianca slipped on the edge. She grabbed a branch on the cliff and Percy came in time to grab her hand and try to pull her up they both lost their grip and Bianca fell. And that's why I hated Percy Jackson. I trusted him and he let me down. I loved my sister more than anyone else in the world and she's gone."
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah, me too."
The April showers brought May flowers, which I happily stepped on and killed. Junior Prom came, but I ditched the whole thing and threw eggs and TP'd people's houses, even though that's more of a Halloween activity. We did go to the school, though, but not to the dance. Dressed in all black, we graffitied the back of the school. We went to a 7-11 and took their beer and got drunk. The workers are always a bunch of slackers so they probably won't notice if we keep quiet, but drunk has never been the equivalent to quiet.
Nico's POV
I know what you're thinking. Underaged drinking? And getting drunk? With Annabeth? I know that we both said that we would only be friends now, but our senses were off, we both swore to not tell anyone and we both were just desperate for someone to love. We were drunk enough to randomly start making out in the aisles, which led to going into the bathroom (which was one of those for one person only bathrooms, thank God) and taking our clothes off and losing our virginity. Don't think that I don't feel bad about this. It wasn't at the moment because 1) I was wasted, and 2) Annabeth is so good! We were fuck buddies. I don't have any feelings for her and she doesn't have any feelings for me.
When we were done, we spray painted the bathroom again with random song lyrics. We drank through a six pack of beer while putting out all of our rage and hatred onto the walls.
THE GHOST KING
STOP FUCK FUCKING WITH MY HEAD
I DONT CARE
NOBODY LIKES YOU, EVERYONE LEFT YOU, THEY'RE ALL OUT WITHOUT YOU HAVING FUN
GET ME THE FUCK RIGHT OUT OF HERE
NO ONE LOVES YOU
LOVE DEATH
OF THE ANGELS
-Annabeth's
DAUGHTER OF A MOTHER THAT DOESNT EXIST AND A FATHER WHO DOESN'T CARE
I'LL BE DANCING ON YOUR GRAVE
SEX
FUCK YOU (5163010276495001836592 times)
QUEEN OF BITCHES
DEATH OF ANOTHER GOOD GIRL
Annabeth punched the mirror and took one of the glass pieces and cut a huge line of her hand, making her blood get all over her hand and drip to the dirty white floor. She clapped her hands together, then pressed them against the wall, making two handprints. Then, she wrote A. CHASE with her blood under them. I took another sip from my beer and lit up a cigarette from a pack that I took before coming in here. We were sitting on the floor. I was admiring all of our work, while Annabeth was crouched into a ball, softly crying.
"Hey, you okay?" I ask her.
"Yeah," she quickly says, bringing her head back up. "Just a little tired. Give me one."
I lit her cigarette and we leaned in and had another long make out session. When we walked out of the bathroom, we saw two policemen waiting for us and not happy.
"You know we have to arrest you guys," one of them said.
"Just get it fucking over with," Annabeth said, putting her hands out so they can put the cuffs on.
