So, here is the next chapter of this.

I'm angry because I watched a football match between Real Madrid and Barcelona, and Barcelona cheat, so I'm angry.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJATO, unfourtunately.

Chapter 4-Apov

So, it was a week since the swimming pool incident. Percy ended up getting three days detention for violent tendencies. Still, it hadn't stopped me and Percy becoming good friends, him almost becoming my best friend. It was yet another Monday, and it was a week two, which meant we had different lessons in the afternoon. This meant we had normal P.E. instead of swimming. The biggest thing of the day happened at Lunch time.

It started when Percy and Grover walked into the lunch hall looking bored. They spotted us and started walking over to us. When they were just out of earshot, Luke came up to him and said something. This caused Percy to rotate on the balls of his feet so he was facing up. Percy squared up to Luke, and they spun so Luke had his back to me. Percy started pushing him back towards our table, and we could hear their voices.

'You jerk' Percy said angrily.

'Whoa, Em, calm down' Grover said, grabbing hold of Percy and trying to hold him back. As Grover said that, Luke seemed to brighten as a person, like he had just found teasing material.

'Em' he said. 'What sort of a nickname is that? What does it stand for, Emily?' Everybody saw Percy snap. It was evident in his face. He swung a punch at Luke, who ducked out the way. 'What the…?'

'Not so tough now are you, Castellan' Percy goaded. Luke wiped his mouth, and I saw that he was bleeding.

'What the fuck man. I don't get you at… wait a sec. I got this. I got you figured out. Man, I got you'.

'What you talking about Luke' Nico said, already defending his slightly older cousin, although I noticed that Percy had paled dramatically.

'You're anger at the jibes was the answer' Luke said. 'You should have showed no reaction at all, then their wouldn't be a problem'

'I- I have no idea what you- you're talking about'

'Ha. You're stuttering. That means you're lying'. I looked from Luke, to Percy, back to Luke, back to Percy. Percy looked as white as a sheet, and Luke looked like the happiest guy alive. Whatever the issue was, I thought both of them were taking just a little too seriously.

'What is it?' I asked. 'I don't get it'.

'He was in prison' Luke said. 'Or something like it, like Juvie, or something like that'. There was a collective gasp from everyone around the room, and Percy stared at the floor in shame.

'Is that true' Thalia asked Percy, looking shocked.

'Err' Percy said.

'Percy' I said. 'Tell us. Is that true'. He sighed.

'Yes'

Collective gasps were heard all around the lunch place. 'Why? Why did you get sent to Juvie?' Nico asked.

'You don't have to tell Perce, if you don't want to' Grover said. "No, he had to explain now, Grover" I thought.

'Yeah' Percy said. 'Yes, I have to tell them. I owe it to them. If I'm going to be their classmate, they need to know a bit about me'.

'You'd better' I said. He glared at me before continuing.

'Okay, I'm Percy Marshall Jackson, and last year I got in a bit of trouble. I was in Chicago for… reasons I don't particularly want to go into. Grover was there as well, and another kid called Beckendorf, and some people who I didn't really know. We went to this party and we had a few drinks'.

'At fifteen?' I said incredulously.

'What? Surely you've been to parties and had a few drinks?' he asked, but the truth was, this was a very straight school from a rich background.

'Not really' Thalia said. 'This is a very straight area of New York. We don't cause much trouble in the grand scheme of things. We're not from the Manhattan or Queens'.

'Ah. Well, I am' Percy said. 'Well, technically I'm not, but I come from East New York in Brooklyn, which is pretty bad. In fact, I lived just off New Lots Avenue. I come from a really poor family on my Mom's side, and we barely had scraps to survive on. Grover came from the same block of flats as me, so he knows what it was like. Basically, we struggled to stay the "right side" of the poverty line. Anyway, enough about my background. Now where was I?'

'Party. Drunk' said Juniper helpfully.

'Oh yeah. Anyway, we had all had a couple of drinks and a lot of the people, including us, at the party decided that the party was getting boring, so we all piled out onto the streets'. He said. I looked at Grover to confirm this and he nodded. Percy noticed this and grinned. 'What, don't believe me Chase?'

'Of course not' I replied.

'Anyway, soon after this, Grover, being the sensible one, decided to hail a cab and go back to the hotel room we had entered. I think Beckendorf left with him, as I was too wasted to notice. All I know was he wasn't there when the fight broke out'.

'Did this Beckendorf guy leave with you?' I asked Grover.

'Yeah. We went back to the hotel after stopping at a convenience store to buy some food'.

'Anyway, I was here with this guy called Curtis, and I got into this argument with this prick who thought I was someone famous and wanted my autograph. Anyway, I did something that was probably stupid and immature. I took the piece of paper and the pen, and god knows how, wrote his name that he told me and the message in eligible writing. He saw the message and punched me in the face'.

'What did you write?' I asked, interested.

'I wrote "Fuck off Jamie, you gay son of a bitch, Percy." I don't know which bit offended him, but part of it did'.

'You actually wrote that?' I asked in shock. I was rapidly going off Percy, as, judging by the reaction of the rest of the cafeteria, was everyone else.

'Yeah' he said. 'Anyway I punched him back, and Curtis was at my defense in an instant. Together, we beat him up. I kicked him enough in the stomach so that he had internal bleeding. However, Curtis went slightly overboard and stabbed him, in the leg, I think it was. Anyway, I got sent down for assault and carrying a lethal weapon, as I had a knife on my person as well'.

'Why?' I asked. He shrugged.

'Since I was ten I've carried a knife. I've come from a background where carrying a weapon was essential. I got hassled enough as a dealer to know. I didn't get sent to Juvie though, they though it wouldn't be… I'm not really sure. They decided I would have too many friends in Juvie, so they sent me to this experimental prison place in Arizona which is effectively a maximum security prison for kids under twenty-one. I got out after serving my time, and my mom's boyfriend Paul, uh, that's probably Mr. Blofis to you, managed to get me a place here' he finished. There was silence as we took this in. Nope, Mister Jackson was not going to be the most liked person around you.

'I don't believe you' Thalia stated.

'What?' he asked.

'Yeah, what are you on about?' I asked. 'He said we deserved to know the truth'.

'Yeah, and bits of that was the truth' she said. 'But, some of it is bull. You know I said earlier I thought he looked familiar. Well, I just remembered where I got that from'.

'Where?' Luke asked, excited about new teasing material.

'The Source' she said simply, while Percy and Grover cringed.

'What?' Luke asked, but I knew from Jason, Thalia's younger brother what the Source was.

'The Source magazine' I said. 'It's a rap magazine'

'Correct' Thalia said. 'I saw your face in it; you were second in the list of upcoming "hip-hop artists" behind Drake'. Percy sighed.

'Yes, I was a rapper. But that shit got me into the trouble in the first place, so I'm thinking of taking a break, maybe permanently. And Grover's a rapper too'.

'Okay then' Luke said smirking. 'What's your name then'.

So, did you like it. Hope you did.

Virtual cookies and milk if anyone gets who "Curtis" is without looking it up. He is a real rapper, and that's his birth name, and the name of his albums.

Please review.

Tom