So yeah, I'm going to continue this… I really should study for finals but, math is boring and frankly, I really want to write some of this.
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Rick Riordan owns all PJO/HOO Characters. I only own the plot and the OCs.
"My name is Jennifer Reese and you have to help me."
Jack looked down, slightly confused, at the female known as Jennifer Reese who had just crashed into his arms. Her hazel-brown eyes were filled with panic and desperation. Her dark-brown hair –which was almost black–was mucky and unkempt. She wore simple clothes and was covered in dirt and dust.
"Um, alright, come inside."
She sighed gratefully as she followed the stranger into the university campus. He took her to his dorm and gave her a towel and some shampoo. "Uh, you might need to clean up a little," he said and led her to the shower room. Everyone had fallen asleep or was partying so there was no worry of a young female who was not enrolled in this school being caught showering. "I don't have any clothes to change into though," she responded.
He gave her a shirt and a pair of old sweats, "They might be a bit big," he noted. She smiled gratefully.
"Hold on," he said, then handed her a brand new toothbrush and a tube of travel toothpaste. She nodded and headed for the shower room.
Jennifer Reese returned, with soft smooth hair smelling like green apple and minty fresh breath, and greeted the man who had helped her.
"So, why were you in such a hurry?" he asked.
"The police were after me," she replied bluntly, "I escaped."
"Hold the hell up," he said, "I'm helping a criminal?" Shock and disbelief slammed into him like a wave. He would not be happy to have police showing up at his dorm, but something told him that there was a reason this certain criminal was not really a true criminal.
"Not really," she responded, "I was falsely accused, but everyone knows that. I never got your name, by the way."
"The name's Jack Milross," then he added, "What do you mean falsely accused?"
"Well, some bitch beat up a guy, the she somehow framed me for it, said bitch's dad is apparently a police and convinced him that I beat him up, planted evidence and got me arrested and thrown into jail," she shook her head, "It was that bad. The poor guy could have died," she shuddered. She sighed and sat down on the carpet of the dorm, "I escaped so I can find the one thing that could save me a life time in jail. I just need the street camera, the one that watches the road so no one drove pass a red light."
He smiled a little, "You could use some help, hold on."
He walked to Percy's dorm and knocked on the door, "Percy?"
The door creaked open and revealed a sleepy and tousle-haired Percy. "Whaddya want?" he asked, yawning, "It's the middle of the night and the party ended so people can get some sleep."
Jack just shook his hand and grabbed Percy by the wrist and dragged him down the hall back to the dorm in which Jennifer was sitting looking around and reading his biology books intently.
When Jack arrived at the dorm he saw Jennifer reading through his book. "Uh, hey," he said accidentally startling her. "Sorry, sorry," she stuttered, "It's just, this is quite interesting."
"No, it's fine," he said, "This is Percy, he's going to help us, along with Annabeth."
"He is?"
"I am?"
"Yes," Jack said through gritted teeth, "He is."
"Awesome," she smiled, "So," she quickly sketched out an amazingly accurate map of the neighborhood, "There's a really empty street there, I don't know why there's a security camera, but it's a good thing there is because it caught the fight on tape. We just need to go there, remove the memory chip from the camera, give it to the court, convince the court I didn't attack that man and badabing badaboom. My jail sentence is over and I can go home, maybe get an education and help my brother pay rent."
"Wait, what is going on?" Percy asked, "Why am I part of this and why do we need Annabeth?"
"You are going to climb and get the camera, Annabeth has her crazy high tech laptop and can help us map out and plan how we're going to get the camera. After she gets up, of course."
"Ugh," he said, "Alright, can I go to bed now?"
"Whatever, Jackson."
"'Night, Milross."
"So…" he said, closing the door, "I only have one bed."
"Oh, that's fine, you've been nice enough to me, have the bed," Jennifer said only to be met by the firm gaze of Jack.
"You are my guest and you will take the bed," he said, guiding her to the dull, brown-green plaid sheets of the dorm's single bed. The fluffy white pillows looked so welcoming to Jennifer.
"No, I like sleeping on floors," she said, "I'm used to it."
She turned around stubbornly, Jack continued to try and coax her to use the bed. The coaxing included "Please" and "Do it for me" and "I'll just stand here 'till you take the bed". Some ideas ran through her head. What do boys/men/masculine humans like?
She turned around and grabbed him by the shirt collar and kissed him quickly, then she whispered quietly, "Take the bed, Milross."
"Okay," he sighed, then snapped out of it, Jennifer laughed evilly. He looked shocked, "That's mean."
She stuck her tongue out at him; laughing he lay down and pulled the sheets over himself. While she stole a pillow from his bed and lay down and the dusty, cozy, carpet that was the same dull, brown-green as the bed sheets.
OCxOC stuff. Yeah, ok.
Review please :D I would appreciate it. I worked hard on this when I was supposed study for my math final.
*cries about tests*