A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I haven't checked my FF in a long time. Credits to Emma zooka again. I'm just the editor.
WARNING: Lots of Nancy-torture.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO.
The early morning peace of Goode High was abruptly shattered by a high-pitched scream within the school.
"What do you mean she doesn't know me?"
Nancy Bobofit; avid kleptomaniac, arch nemesis to Percy Jackson, and a normal mortal girl, was staring at the principal of Goode with a mixture of disbelief and horror. The principal himself was staring back at the red haired, freckled teen with a stern look.
"Miss Bobofit, please keep it down. This is a school environment."
Nancy's face turned beet red, vividly accenting her blotchy freckles. "School environment?" she shrieked, "Your freakin' teachers can't even get their freakin' students straight!"
The principal's expression turned serious. "Now, Miss Bobofit, that type of language isn't tolerated here." He gestured toward the door. "I believe our meeting has run its course. Have a nice day."
Nancy Bobofit was not having a nice day.
Her life had been utterly and completely ruined by a pathetic boy named Percy Jackson. He just had to come back into her life, vividly reminding her of the days back in Yancy where the kids could roam free and she was queen of whatever she wanted. Back then, Percy Jackson was a joke, a misfit; just some lame boy who teamed up with an equally lame handicap (ha-ha, get it?). Nowadays, he actually fit in. You could tell that he was enjoying himself, what with the freaky blond-haired girl as his girlfriend and creepy Goth-boy as a sidekick.
The jerk.
She'd seen the way he'd smirked at her, first with Mrs. Dodd's, and then with everything else in between. Just yesterday in gym class, she had to be rescued by the guy when she suddenly realized that she couldn't swim. It was the most humiliating experience she'd ever had to endure, and at that exact moment, she wished she could drown right then and there. The freak wouldn't even let her. He simply held her above the water like she weighed nothing at all, eliciting a round of applause from the other classmates as she coughed and sputtered. It wasn't her fault that she was trying to swim better than him.
And today, as Mrs. Dodds was passing out her weekly quizzes, Nancy could have sworn that she'd been given a separate test than from all the rest. Because when she looked at the problems, they were riddled with numbers and confusing lettering.
"If the equation of the circle is x2+y2=25, what is the center and radius of that circle?"
"Are the following numbers part of an Arithmetic Series or a Geometric Series?"
"Please define the Fibonacci Sequence."
Had she ever even learned this stuff?
An hour later, she was the only one left in her class sweating over the last few questions as the rest left for lunch. On the way out, as she was trying to remember the difference between a cosine and a tangent, she could have sworn Percy say, "It's really not that hard, Nancy."
And that was when she got really fed up and punched him in the nose, providing her a one way ticket to the principal's office and then a speedy ticket out. She didn't even know if she'd been given a detention or not.
"Nancy, are you listening to me?"
The sound of Mr. Blofis's voice from her current English class snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up to see him sitting at his desk, regarding her with a stern expression in front of the entire, eerily silent class. She blinked, struggling desperately to remember what the entire class period had been spent on talking before failing miserably.
"Um . . . " she said hesitantly. "Can you repeat the question?"
Mr. Blofis sighed in exasperation. Shaking his head, he said with an air of weariness, "Miss Bobofit, can you please give Serena back her pencil?"
Nancy started and stared at her left hand, which was non-inconspicuously gripping a pencil. She blinked, surprised at herself at how easily she'd let herself get riled up, sparking her kleptomaniac to work up without her even realizing. Huh, she thought to herself. Never knew that would happen.
Despite her surprise, she grudgingly handed back the pencil to an unwitting Serena, who was staring at her innocently with wide eyes. Nancy bit back an urge to growl, annoyed at the simple expression. Serena immediately winced.
Mr. Blofis kept his attention on Nancy even as he grudgingly went on with the day's lesson. He noticed that as the day wore on, her attitude grew more and more hostile, more and more agitated. By the time class ended, she was practically steaming in her seat.
"Miss Bobofit, can you see me after school?" he said quickly as Nancy shot out of her seat the moment the bell rang. Her eyes flashing, she grimaced.
"Sure, Mr. Blofis."
Nancy had no plans of staying after school whatsoever. Her day was bad enough; a lecture from some lame teacher wouldn't help it at all. Biting back a frustrated howl, she chucked her book down the stairs, feeling oddly satisfied as she heard a pained, "Ow!" originate from the general direction. Her day couldn't get any worse, could it?
She spoke too soon. In a flash, Mrs. Dodds was on her, seemingly appearing out of nowhere. Her expression caused Nancy to wince.
"Miss Bobofit." Mrs. Dodds voice was oddly serene. A curl of fear curled in Nancy's gut, a feeling previously unknown to her.
She stuttered. "M-m-Mrs. Dodds?"
Another tang of fear as Mrs. Dodds smiled. Smiled. She suddenly had a strange urge to curl up into a ball as her math teacher loomed closer and closer, literally breathing down her neck. Nancy gulped.
"Meet me after school, Miss Bobofit."
Nancy wanted to run and hide. "B-but," she stuttered again. "I have to see Mr. Blofis today. After school."
Ms. Dodds smiled her creepily serene smile. "Oh, I don't think he'll mind." She chuckled. "I think I can pull a few strings (1)." And then she smirked as if she were remembering some old, inside joke. Nancy didn't find it funny.
"Okay, then," She said hastily, walking away as fast as she could while still talking to Mrs. Dodds. "I'll meet with you after school."
Mrs. Dodds smirked as she watched Nancy walk away. But the smirk immediately faded to a grimace as she turned to talk to the filing cabinet directly behind her. "Have I done what you'd asked for, my lord?"
Percy and Nico both stepped out from behind the cabinet together, both of them with a gleeful expression on their faces. Nico nodded, watching Nancy's back turn the corner in a mad rush to run away from Alecto.
"Yes, you have," he said approvingly. "Now, go set up a schedule from tomorrow's class. I think Percy might want you to stay here a little longer."
Percy made an exuberant fist pump in the air. "Yes!" he shouted.
Alecto growled to herself as she grudgingly nodded and turned to "her" classroom. She almost had empathy to Nancy. Emphasis on almost, because she didn't really care. Both of them had a distinct hate towards a certain son of Poseidon, is all. And both of them were being used against each other.
Not for the first time in her long, long existence, she cursed Poseidon into the deepest part of Hades.
(1) It's a joke; remember the strings in TLT? The Fates.
Isn't it just fun to torture Nancy? Great job, Emmy. :D
R&R!
- Stitch415
