Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. That is Rick Riordan's Property. I own solely my OC's and the plot.


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Miss Not-So-Popular

Chapter 11.

Percy Jackson.

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This was it, the Homecoming game against Rydesdale. The bleachers were filled with parents, students from both sides and random spectators.

The Goode High team had on our purple and green jerseys and basketball shorts, the cheerleaders in their uniforms, bobbing up and down as they cheered.

The Clydesdales school colors were red and white, so their players and student's were clad in the colors, some people had large signs with the Clyde the Clydesdale plastered proudly on them, some people had the trademark D and Fence signs, while others didn't have signs at all.

The guys and I were on one half of the gym, casually warming up and fooling around a little. When the buzzer sounded, signaling the warm up period was over we all filed into a line for the band playing a rather off-tune version of the National Anthem, then started a high five line for the starting players.

The commentator at the game was Mr. Talonsworth, our chemistry teacher, he had played for the NYU Athletics basketball team when he was in college. Even though he had gained a bit of wait, went bald and partially blind, the man caught every detail that happened in the game.

We got into our starting positions, the ref threw the ball up, blew his whistle and the game started. Jason immediately got possession of the ball and started dribbling down to Rydesdale's end of the court. Leo and I flew down and tried getting open for a pass. Jason chucked it at Leo, who let it sail easily into the hoop from the three-point line.

There was a chorus of cheers from the stands and my other teammates. I gave Leo a congrats pat on the back before heading after the ball again.

The game went on, until finally there was 38 seconds left in the game, we were tied, 42-42, it was now or never. Jacob Ashton, the shooting guard, nabbed the ball from a Clydesdale, and threw it at me, 23 seconds left. I was at half court, 14 seconds, free throw line, 6 seconds, I dunked the ball in right at the buzzer, final score 44-42. The roar was deafening, they could hear us all the way in Brooklyn.

People rushed onto the court, and I was engulfed by my team members, Goode High supporters, and spectators. I felt ecstatic, nothing felt better than this.


After showering and putting on some decent clothes, I headed off to Jason's house for the after party. It seemed like the whole school was there, but space wasn't a problem, Jason's father is CEO of a large electric company, so Jason's house is this large country mansion that made of white marble and dark wood.

When I pulled up I could see lights flashing and music blaring, the party was in full swing. I fixed my messy hair in the rearview mirror and walked confidently into the house.

The moment I walked in, cheers greeted me loudly. People came up to congratulate me on the buzzer point, I of course told them I couldn't have done it without my teammates, but they continued anyways.

Once the crowd thinned I went to a bucket of ice to grab a drink. Jason's mom was super strict about underage drinking, because a couple years ago she had drinking problem, she couldn't stop and she got in lots of trouble, till finally Jason made her go to rehab, and now she's a great and protective mother who's going to online school for her master's degree so she could become a social worker.

So I grabbed a can of Mountain Dew and snapped it open, chugging about half of the refreshing beverage before heading upstairs to the game room. Jason has a three story house, in the basement there's the screening room, which is virtually a mini theatre, with a TV that takes up a whole wall, cushy velvet seats, a popcorn, pretzel, and soda machine and movie posters, it has a sports room that has pool, air hockey, foosball, a table tennis table, and skeeball. Then there's a bathroom and a pool.

On the middle level there's a spacious living room, office, kitchen, and dining and the upstairs has bedrooms and a game room/den. The game room is in the corner of the upstairs, it has a huge flat screen with and X-Box, every game imaginable for the X-Box and some couches, then there's also really old arcade machines like Pac-Man.

There was a couple guys, including Leo and Jason, playing Call of Duty Black Ops on the X-Box. They all had sodas opened and snacks were everywhere. I sat on the ground next to Jason, who was so immersed in the game he didn't even notice I sat down. I nabbed a controller from Leo, who was taking a drink from his Coke Bottle, and started playing and yelling along with the rest of the guys.


After a couple hours of video games, Piper and Callie came up for Jason and Leo, they had been waiting patiently to hang out with them all night, so they reluctantly went downstairs to hang out with their girlfriends.

By that time it was about 11:30, and even though the night was young and my mom trusted the Grace's she always felt better when I was home before midnight, so I said my goodbyes to everyone and got into my car, I drove back to my apartment, tomorrow was the dance, I had wanted to ask Annabeth to it, but I had just ended thing's with Tara and I didn't want things to be awkward between us if something bad happened, so I decided against it.

I considered Annabeth to be a good friend of mine, even if I'd only known her for a short while. And that's why it's so hard to admit that I might have the teeniest, tiniest crush on her, because of how natural and sweet she was.


AV: this is probably the most pointless and boring chapter ever because Annabeth's not really in it. I wanted to put her in by going to the game but I figured she wouldn't really fit or Percy'd get distracted. And we all know how easy it is for that guy to get distracted, that Seaweed brain!

Anyways, again sorry about this lame chapter, but the next one'll be the dance and things'll get interesting. ;) And also, I only did basketball for a year, so forgive me for not knowing anything about it, oh and about Clyde, the Rydesdale Clydesdale, yeah, I went there. And expect a spam of chapters on Friday, because I have off of school and I want to get some chapters in before I go to Girl Scout Camp. Yes, I know, I'm in the eighth grade and I'm still in Girl Scouts, well fuck you if you judge me. And yes I'm only 13 and in the eighth grade and I'm writing fanfiction and swearing. If you are judging again FUCK YOU!

I'll stop rambling now. I love you all, and I'll see you in the next chapter.