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 Two: So You Say You're Gay...

"Who are you?" I narrowed my eyes into slits at my previous boyfriend. The boy who I went to whenever I wanted to cry my heart out or complain about some stupid thing. The boy who I went to whenever I wanted to cuddle and watch a movie or laugh about absolutely nothing with. The boy who showed me what love was after I lost my mother and sister. The boy who showed me how much I made a difference in this world.

The boy that I loved was standing right in front of me. But why did I feign ignorance you ask?

Because the girl linking arms with him was his girlfriend.

I wasn't stupid; I was accepted into this school for a reason. The linking arms, the loving eyes that she gave to him. I wasn't stupid, but it hurt knowing that I was fucking right. I knew Percy was going to find a girl that he would actually like one day. No matter how many times Percy tried to convince me how gay he was and that all the girls he knew were annoying, I knew he would find someone.

And here she was, standing right in front of me, breaking my heart in the process.

Percy's eyes widened more. "You don't remember me?"

"I don't recall ever meeting you." My heart twisted with agony with each and every syllable. I wanted him to know how much I missed him. How much I missed being in his arms and him trailing kisses along my neck. But it wasn't like I could show that in front of his girlfriend.

I could see the pain being reflected in those sea green eyes that I have come to love so much. But, it was his choice to get a girlfriend. I could see now that Percy thought the same thing as me.

That our relationship was officially done for.

Jason and the girl were glancing back and forth between us with perplexed expressions across their faces. I had to keep my guard up, however; whenever Percy was around; my walls always seemed to crumble to the floor. But I had to try and pretend I had never met Percy. I had to pretend that everything that we experienced together never happened.

To the day we first met to the last day of seeing him in person.

And here he was again. What did I ever to do deserve this? Oh yeah, I just had to go and sit on the stupid swing. I would've been fine seeing Percy in general, but now that he had a girlfriend, I didn't think it was very great.

Scratch that: It definitely wasn't great.

"You don't remember anything about me?" Percy sounded desperate at this point, and gods I wanted to tell him how much I missed him.

"You probably have the wrong person," I stated coldly, shoving my fists deep into my pockets so he wouldn't know how frustrated I was feeling.

Percy's gaze flickered down to my action before moving up to meet my eyes again. "I know I don't have the wrong person. You're Nico do Angelo, aren't you?"

"Indeed I am," I responded with a flat tone. "You've probably heard of me somewhere and mixed me up with someone else."

Percy chuckled bitterly. "Why are you doing this to me? I know you're the one I spent every day of my life for the past two years with. The fact that your hands are in your pockets proves it to me too."

My eyes narrowed even more than they were before. "What are you talking about?" My clenched fists were almost trembling in my pockets, but I had to contain it before anyone noticed.

"I know every aspect of you, Nico do Angelo, as creepy as it sounds," Percy began. "You were the worst person to try and read. It was impossible to know what you were thinking in that head of yours. But in those two years of us being together, I found out more about you than anyone else ever will." Percy gestured to my hands in the front pockets. "You clench your fists when you're angry, and you usually hide them in your jacket pockets. But since you're not wearing a jacket, I'm guessing your other option were your jean pockets."

Jason's and the girl's jaws dropped to the floor while my eyes widened and my lips parted in shock. Did he really know that much about me? I didn't think he even cared that much about me. I always thought he was with me because he felt sorry for me. But, this was beyond just feeling sympathy.

"Wait," the girl suddenly cut in. "What do you mean by 'those two years of us being together?'"

Percy smiled, and the twinkle that I usually saw in his eyes sparked to life. "Nico's my boyfriend."

Way to be blunt, Percy.

Jason's eyes shot like bullets toward me, but my gaze stayed upon Percy.

"You've probably mistaken me for someone else," I repeated once more. "I don't ever remember meeting you in my life at all."

A mixture of pain and anger swirled in his sea green eyes. I hated knowing that I was making him feel this way. But I didn't have a choice. I didn't even know if he actually loved me anymore. For all I knew, he was just trying to get me to tell the truth and then he would be content, right?

I didn't know actually; when it came to people's feelings, I was the most unintelligent person across the globe.

Percy stared me down, but I wasn't about to let my guard fall. I've held my walls through many different situations, and even if the Percy Jackson was standing right in front of me at that very moment, I wasn't about to succumb to him.

"Do you really think I'd be convinced by what you're saying?" Percy muttered, his gaze sharply piercing mine. He smirked. "I thought you knew me better than that, Nico."

He had a point. My teeth gritted together as he stepped toward me. I was tempted to step back, but that would indicative submission. I was not about to be submissive in this situation.

When he slowly took his time to become face to face with me, he leaned closer until the tips of our noses were almost touching. My pulse was beginning to quicken at the lack of space between Percy and me. My hands in my jean pockets were beginning to become sweaty, much to my dismay, but I couldn't help it. I hadn't seen his charming, handsome face in months. Can you blame me?

"I love you Nico," he whispered softly to me just so only the two of us would be able to hear. Those desperate eyes seemed even more saddening up close, and I actually had a chance to talk to him for a bit without his girlfriend in the way.

I raised an eyebrow, ignoring the fluttering of my heart and the pleasurable shivers that ran down my spine. "So you say," I retorted. "Look who has a girlfriend. I always knew you'd find one eventually, Jackson."

He physically winced, and I knew exactly why. In the very early days of us meeting each other for the first time, I would always call him by his surname. It was to show him how much I didn't even care about his existence. Whenever I used his last name when we were dating, it was obvious that I was angry.

But now that we weren't together, I was telling him only through that last name how worthless he was to me.

Even though deep inside, he was everything to me.