Author's Note: So apparently there is a Paramore song called Ignorance and I had no idea about this until it suddenly played on my iPod. Eh, I just felt like sharing my recent discovery.

Have I been very inactive? Yes I have. Do I regret it? Yes I do. I haven't had any time to write due to my art projects, English homework, chemistry homework, math homework, et cetera. So, I'm really sorry about that.

There's this one phrase that I took from some guy in one of my English teacher's classes because it was too perfect to forget.

Now that Depression is over, let's finally start this story! Oh how much I missed Nico's POV.

So, sorry for the inconvenience, expect late chapters (I'm so sorry but now that I'm a sophomore, classes are ten times harder), and enjoy the first chapter!

I also plan on this story to not be very long mostly because I can't think of a very long plot for this story. I would've deleted it, but a fair amount of people would probably be angry for it to be deleted.

So here I am, writing this chapter. Sorry for the long author's note, I just haven't written anything in a while so I needed to inform you guys of all of this.

Note: Thank you to my friend for editing these chapters! I really appreciate it!

Warning: Language, homosexuality (I'll add more along the way)

Disclaimer: I do not own the names "Goode High School" and "Yancy Academy." They're both from Rick Riordan. The characters and stuff are also from Rick Riordan. Just saying.

Ignorance

By: Loving Healer

Chapter One: Why I Never Went On The Swings

"I'll call you when I get there, alright?"

I nodded, and I suddenly felt very stupid because he couldn't even see the nod over the phone.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied with a flat tone before hanging up on my neighbor, Jason Grace.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I had so much homework to do today, yet my neighbor insisted on hanging out with me. He just had to pick this day of all of the other days? Well, I couldn't really blame him; I was busy doing homework every day. It was halfway through the school year, so you couldn't exactly put the blame on me for being a junior preparing for exams soon. Blame the teachers or even the government for the nefarious abomination they created by the name of school.

Damn you, Jason Grace. Couldn't you have waited until I actually had some decent free time?

Then again, I never seem to have free time anymore.

The bell signaling the end of school for the day had already rung, and I was now waiting for a certain neighbor to come and get me. I didn't really know what to do; the only friends that I had here were Leo Valdez and Frank Zhang, but I had no idea as to where they were. They probably went home already or something; who would even want to stay at school for longer than absolutely necessary?

I decided to walk to a nearby park across the street from the school because the band kids, cheerleaders, and color guard kids were starting to get annoying with their loud, obnoxious music. I mean, sure they were good at what they did, but it wasn't like I particularly cared. They actually could've been bad for all I know, but I was just not paying attention enough to realize their horrible performances. I'm just calling them good because people were accepted into this school for either your intelligence or your athletic talent. Most of the people doing sports were probably accepted because of their sports-y stuff.

Yes, I literally did just say sports-y stuff.

My feet carried me along the sidewalk as I lazily scanned the area around me. There were people at the track doing God-knows-what in the heat; there were random people just hanging out by their cars in the parking lot for some weird reason; and there were other students that were starting to walk home to school or starting to get into their cars to drive home.

The sun beat down heavily on my frail form as I shifted the backpack straps upon my shoulders. Due to all of the heavy workload of homework I had, I had the great opportunity to bring most of my textbooks home. Wasn't that fun? I bet my teachers are so happy right now.

They better fucking be. God damn you school.

Anyway, I continued walking down the sidewalk as quickly as I could so I could sit on some bench at the park and rest my aching shoulders. A few of the really dumb girls that got into the school because of their athletic ability pushed past me as if I weren't even there, giggling in the process. One of their Starbucks drinks almost spilled down my shirt, and I was pretty sure she would've been more pissed about her drink being ruined instead of one of my many black shirts being ruined.

I was practically invisible at my school except to the teachers and my friends. The teachers only knew of my existence because I was exceptionally smart, and Leo and Frank only knew me because Leo made fun of me one day for being excessively Emo and then Frank told Leo to chill.

For some reason, we became friends after that.

Once I finally arrived at the children's playground, I practically slammed my boulder-like backpack against the ground and say in the nearest thing that I was able to sit on. It was a swing, and I haven't been on a swing for years. Technically months, but I only went on the swing because when I told Percy that I haven't been on a swing in years, he literally pushed me down onto the swing.

A sharp pang in my heart almost made me physically wince. Ah yes, Percy Jackson: My assumed-to-be ex-boyfriend. The only reason why it was assumed was because I haven't talked to him ever since the second week of school. I was just too busy to even talk to him over the phone because I'd get distracted and end up procrastinating on doing homework.

Then it got to a point when I didn't even bother calling him anymore. I felt as if I tired him out from all of my excuses to him. I assumed we broke up, but I wasn't very sure yet. In my mind, I told myself I was single, but I had no idea as to what Percy thought.

I wished I never transferred schools. Then maybe I could've been in that ecstatic relationship with Percy still.

But of course, my father wanted me to make use of my intelligence in a school that was actually worth going to. Even though my father knew how much I loved Perseus Jackson, he applied me to the private school in secret, and I ended up getting accepted. I got into this huge long fight with my father about it, but in the end, he won as usual.

So here I was, swinging lazily with my navy blue backpack beside me on the ground, at the park that was directly across the street from my private school.

I sighed, tightly gripping the rubber chains attached to the swing itself and dragging my feet along the wood chips beneath me. Apparently, they replaced the sand in the park because the sand could've gotten in children's eyes, and it was really dangerous.

So the sand was replaced with wood chips. Like that was going to make the situation better. Imagine getting wood chips in your eyes. Good gods.

I leaned my head against the chains, continuing to swing aimlessly. I was wondering when in the world Jason was going to find me since there was no possible way that he'd find me at the school. I wasn't there in the first place.

I sighed once more. Why didn't I ever go on the swings? I should go on more often; it made me find some inner peace or whatever those hippies on the streets said.

"Hey!"

And that inner peace was just ruined.

I glanced up through the bangs shielding my eyes like sunglasses to faintly spot golden hair heading my way. I wonder how he found me even though I told him I would be at the school.

He finally caught up to me, and I saw two other people slowly walking behind him. I couldn't blame them; they were probably terrified of some sunshine guy like Jason to be talking with midnight me.

Haha, wasn't I clever with my alliteration or what?

I blew the bangs out of my eyes and I nodded toward him. "Hey Jason."

"You didn't tell me you'd be down here," Jason accused with a ridiculous pout that did not fit his facial features which practically reeked of sexual tendencies.

I shrugged. "I figured you would call me, but I guess not."

"I told you that you should've called him," a feminine voice came from behind him. My eyes quickly flickered toward the origin of the voice. It was a teenage girl about the same age as Jason with stormy gray eyes and bright blonde hair that spilled down her shoulders. Her hair wasn't as blinding as Jason's hair, fortunately. Jason's hair could make anyone blind. Good thing I was already used to his godly hair color that made him look as if he were glowing.

She was linking arms with another guy that I couldn't see very well because he was facing the floor. But when he looked up, shock was written all over his face, and I knew it was the same for me.

I attempted to regain my composure before asking, "Who are they? And why are they here?"

I ripped my gaze from the shocked teenage guy over to my neighbor instead. He was smiling quite sheepishly might I add.

He scratched the back of his head nervously. "They weren't doing anything today, so I decided to bring them along. Sorry I didn't mention this to you before."

I rolled my eyes before automatically going to state at the boy in front of me who was trying to get used to the idea that I was there.

No wonder I never went on the swings. Bad things always seemed to happen to me whenever I sat down on a swing. I couldn't tell if this situation was necessarily bad or not.

"Nico?" He asked breathlessly with wide eyes. The girl and Jason stared at him incredulously. Since no one mentioned my name at all in the recent conversation, they were most likely wondering how in the world he knew my name.

How Percy Jackson knew my name.