Obviously, I'm not Rick Riordan so all characters belong to him. Also, the first paragraph is the preview incase you didn't see it :)
Ugh. I hate mornings. I hate days. Mostly the ones I have to do things. I hate a lot of things. But that isn't important, is it? No. Because now I can't even do what I want. The whole world is stupid. And my girlfriend just broke up with me. Said I cared more about my career than her. Which I obviously do, it was all a publicity stunt arranged by my "dad". Who's more like my manager than my dad. And, honestly, I'm in love with someone else. I suppose I should start from the beginning. It all started, ironically, on new years eve.
December 31, 2019. 11:30 p.m.
Percy POV
Everyone was yelling. Probably because once someone starts everyone has to in order to hear anything. But for someone with a headache, it was annoying. Painful even. I suppose they're all drunk so they don't realize it but still. I find my way to the front of the room as it gets closer to midnight without realizing it. I don't know very many people here and have been looking for Grover the entire time. How in the world does he disappear like that? The room begins to spin as a search for a way out.
11:40 p.m.
There. I spot an exit and make my way out to a porch and find a chair. I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. I'm so busy that I don't notice the girl sitting in the chair next to me. "Rough night?" "Gah! Jeez, how long have you been sitting there?" "Probably about an hour now. Ever since…" Her voice trails off as she gets lost in thought. I decide not to push it because she looks upset about whatever happened. Wait. Why do I care? I'm Percy Jackson. According to some of the tabloids I don't care about anyone.
11:50 p.m.
"You could say I've had an," I pause to think for a moment, "interesting night." I mostly say this to distract her. It appears to have worked when she laughs, "Wanna bet mine was worse?" "I doubt it." "Alright then spill." I hesitate but something about her makes me want to tell her everything. That worries me but I find I can't stop myself, "Well it started about thirty minutes ago when…"
12:00 a.m.
"...and that's why my night was definitely worse than yours." She laughs, "Wow." "I know. It's definitely worse than yours will be. Speaking of which spill," I say mimicking her. Before she can open her mouth, loud cheers coming from inside the house interrupt her. I hear her mutter, "I should go find Pipes, she'll be worried." It's barely above a whisper but I find myself paying so close attention, wanting to hear every word that comes out of her mouth, that I hear it. I don't say anything because I know she didn't mean for me to hear it. Louder this time, "I have to go," she pulls out a pen from her bag and takes my hand, "Here's my number if you ever feel like losing a bet." I try to say something cool but all that comes out is, "Uhhh Uh-huh." Even that took a lot of work. She smirks and gets up to leave.
I watch as she walks away, her blond hair bouncing back and forth, before realizing, "Hey! I didn't get your name!" She stops for just a second before saying, "I know." She knows? She knows what? That she didn't tell me her name? Who I am? That it's going to drive me crazy for the rest of my life? She said it with such an air of confidence too. What the heck is "I know." supposed to mean? I sigh. Whatever. I'm going to try and find Grover again. I start to stand up when someone comes running out and tackles me in a hug, "Woah there- Grover?" "Yes, it's me. I thought you were dead or something!" "Not dead. Clearly. Might die if you keep hugging me like this though." He laughs, "Oops sorry, wouldn't want to hurt the Percy Jackson." I scoff, "Whatever." I feel him put his arm around my shoulder and steer us out the door. Likely sensing that I no longer wanted to be here. We sit in the car with an empty silence around us as we drive away from the party.
I feel Grover looking at me, clearly wanting something. I sigh, "What is it." "Whatever are you talking about dearest Percy?" "I know you want something so out with it." "Alright, who was that girl you were talking to?" That catches me by surprise. Not sure how to answer I ask, "W-what girl?" He laughs, "Percy you can't hide anything from me. I saw you talking to her on the back porch." "Fine. You caught me. I went out to the porch to get some air, that place reeks of alcohol, and she was already out there. I'm still not sure why but she seemed really upset. We started talking about how bad my night was and she said hers was definitely worse but she left before I could find out anything about her. All I know is she's definitely blond. I think she had gray eyes but I'm not sure. Oh, and I got her number." I stop, out of breath. Glancing to the side I see Grover trying not to laugh, "What are you laughing about?!" "Oh- nothing- nothing, just you." "What did I do?' "You meet a girl you know nothing about and immediately decide to bombard her with your problems. Who the heck does that Percy?" He starts laughing until I glare at him. He shuts up pretty quick. He sighs, "Look Percy, I know you trust people immediately and I admire that about you but for all you know she could have been someone from the press. And that's not good because even if she's not who knows what you told her and what she'll do with it."
He's right. Whether I want to admit it or not.
A/N: Alright well that's the first chapter, 1025 words not including any A/N's. Shoutout to Alexandra Goddess of Heroes for the title. 'Courting of the Preeminent' from Guest on Jan. 20th, was a close second but I decided on the current one. Thank you to Writer2006 for their suggestion also. Go check out their stories :) Also, let me know what days you think I should post on. It's completely up to you guys.
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