Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, that is the trademark of Rick Riordan. I only own any OC's and the plot.
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Miss Not-So-Popular
Chapter 7
Percy Jackson.
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Annabeth and I had study sessions every day this week and next week, except for Friday's because those were game nights. Next week was homecoming, I have to admit, I wasn't really surprised when I was nominated for Homecoming Court. Not trying to sound narcissistic, but I'm pretty popular, and I sorta am the captain of the Goode High basketball team.
The weekend went by fast and uneventful. All I basically did was watch Netflix on my couch, in a pile of my own filth, not showering, and eating junk food. All in all it was a pretty great weekend, I gained three pounds, but still a GREAT weekend! The only sucky part of it was that I procrastinated too long and first started my homework at 10:30 Sunday night, so I probably failed all of my assignments.
I woke up Monday morning to my phone going off the hook, I needed to get an alarm clock, it would make life so much easier. Groaning slightly, I rolled out of bed, waited for the sudden head rush to complete itself, grabbed some clothes, scratched myself like a gorilla (this is completely necessary), then headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
Twenty minutes later I came out of the bathroom, clean and feeling awake. I was wearing a black t-shirt, some dark ripped jeans, and a Goode High Basketball sweatshirt. Monday's were always blue pancake day. My mom said they set the tone for the week, and helped me focus more. If that was even physically possible.
I scrambled to my chair, my stomach grumbled loudly. "Mom! Pancakes! Now!" I commanded slamming my finger down hard on the place where my plate should go.
"Percy! Please! Say It! No pancakes otherwise!" my mom replied, giving me a stern look. Though I saw laughter in her eyes, that's why she was such a great mom, she could never stay mad, unless I did something really, really, really bad.
"Fine! Please may I have some pancakes mom?" I asked, rubbing my aching stomach.
She let out a laugh, "Yes. Yes you may." She set down a plate of steamy pancakes, and I set to work.
"Where's Paul?" I asked between bites, the ache in my stomach became smaller and smaller as I filled it with food.
My mom's back was turned to me, she spoke as she made my lunch for the day, "Teacher's code meeting, had to leave so early he had to have cold cereal for breakfast this morning."
I shivered at the thought of not having delicious blue pancakes, "Brutal! I feel so bad for him!" my mom laughed at me and closed the Velcro strap on my Pak-It, in blue of course, and set it in front of me.
Once my pancakes were gone I set the dishes in the sink and went to the livingroom to watch some TV, I didn't leave for school until 7:45, and classes didn't started until 8:15, so I had about half an hour to kill until I had to leave. Now, I could be a good son and help with the dishes, or… I looked at my mom from the kitchen, nah she's got it under control. I turned the TV on and channel surfed till I found some old 'Gilligan's Island' reruns.
When that episode was over I turned off the tv, grabbed my leather jacket, book bag, lunch bag, and sportsbag, kissed my mom goodbye, snatched up my keys off of the counter and walked to my car.
Once I arrived at school I knew I had to tell the guys about the tutoring. The guilt had been eating away at my insides all weekend, and I would only tell Jason and Leo, and I would make them triple-dog-if-you-tell-anyone-i-get-to-humiliate-you-on-twitter-and-you-owe-me-a-box-of-donuts swear not to tell anyone. Yep, we had that serious of a swear. If we told anyone we could tweet embarrassing stuff off of each other's Twitter's for two weeks, and we had to buy them a box of donuts.
"Jason!" I called, spotting him, he was at his locker, Piper talking to him as she leaned against the next door locker. "Oh sorry! Am I interrupting something?" I asked, looking between the pair.
Piper gave me a warm smile, "No, I was just telling Jason what color my homecoming dress is so his tie can match."
"But Pipes!" Jason complained, shutting his locker and staring at his girlfriend. "Homecomings not until next week. Why do I need to worry about this now?"
Piper sighed and shook her head, her feathered braids flying. "Because I don't want to be procrastinating again like we did last year! WE barely found a tie and even though it was really cute on you, it didn't really match." Then she got a weird look on her face. "When did I start to care about this stuff?" and she walked away, confused look on her face, not saying goodbye.
Jason rolled his eyes and began laughing, but when he saw the serious look on my face it slid off. "Okay, what's up?"
"Come on." I lead him to a dark corner and leaned up against the wall.
"Dude what are we? Girls?" he asked, raising a blonde eyebrow, his scar from when he tried to eat a stapler as a toddler was extra prominent today, standing out against his skin.
"Do you TDDIYTAIGTHYOTAYOMABOD swear you won't tell anyone what I am about to tell you?" I asked.
He nodded, now he knew it was serious. "Okay, this may sound stupid. But I need tutoring in Algebra and English because if I fail I'll be kicked off the basketball team!" it all came out fast and choppy, because I was nervous.
Jason's face relaxed, and he shook his head. "That's what you got me worried about? That you just need tutoring? Perce, that's not that bad! A lot of people need tutoring. Remember, I needed it in Spanish last year or I would've gotten kicked off the basketball team! Whose the tutor?"
"Annabeth Chase." I replied, happy he was taking it well.
"Isn't she the girl that Tara suddenly hates? And the shoo-in for valedictorian next year?"
"That's her."
"When's your next tutoring session?"
"Every night this week except game nights."
"So you didn't actually go to the dentist last week, you went to Annabeth's house?"
"Yep basically."
"Who else can I tell?"
"Leo, make him TDDIYTAIGTHYONTAYOMABOD swear too."
"We gotta come up with a new acronym."
"I know."
At lunch Tara sat with her cheerleader friends, and I could tell that Leo, Jason, Piper and Callie were happy about it. It was no secret they just put up with her because of me, and I hated to do it to them.
Halfway through the period she sauntered over to me and maneuvered herself onto my lap. "Is this seat taken?" she asked, giggling and planting a kiss on my lips.
"I thought you were mad?" I asked taking a bite of my cold pizza, trying not to let my arms touch her.
"No silly! I was on my period all last week! You girls know how it is when you hit that time of the month!" she directed this statement to Piper and Calypso, who both turned bright pink and looked down at their lunches. Leo and Jason both glared at me, then stroked their girlfriend's burning cheeks to comfort them.
"Tara—go back by your friends. It's always some excuse. I need some space."
Her sugar-sweet attitude turned dark. "Are you breaking up with me?" she asked in a low voice.
I sighed. "No, I don't know. Give me time to think about it."
Tara huffed and flounced back to her table, where she and her girlfriend's began gossiping and laughing.
My friends looked at me. "Dude," said Leo, face breaking into a smile. "That. Was. Awesome."
When I arrived at Annabeth's house that night after practice we got right to work on English. She gave me some practice worksheets she had printed off of the online textbook.
"Here's one about similes and metaphors. Try it and I'll look it over." She said, sliding over the worksheet. It had taken twenty minutes for my slow brain to understand what Annabeth was talking about, and when I could finally tell her what a simile and a metaphor was she smiled and handed me a worksheet as she went to work on typing an essay for her own English class.
I studied her for a little bit. She had this really lightly tanned skin, with light tanlines from her glasses. Her storm eyes sparkled when she really got into the essay, something I had noticed a few times before. She had a sprinkle of freckles across her tiny nose, and plump pink lips. Her blonde hair looked smooth and silky and shiny. It was held in a low ponytail, and I couldn't help but wonder what it looked like down.
She must've felt my eyes on her because she looked at me, I hurriedly looked down before she could notice. Yet she seemed perceptive enough to see my head jerk and notice I hadn't done anything yet on my paper.
AN: There's another chapter done! So at my school on Friday we're having a costume contest for Halloween! This is like the first time ever because we never have Halloween dress up days. You just can't wear masks or have weapons. My two friend's and I are going as broke college girls. We're wearing pajama pants, boots, college sweatshirts, our hair in messy buns and glasses. Then we'll have signs that say 'Need money to continue college' Anyways, homecoming! Slight Percabeth stuff! AHHHH!
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