A/N: Alas, i'm back from my hiatus. College is still kicking my ass but i figured there was no harm in using writing some fanfiction to wind down.

Chapter 1

"Ayo, Timmy, what's the answer to number four?"

Timothy gritted his teeth as he stared at his pre-algebra end of course exam. He gripped his pencil so hard the veins his arms and hands bulged, he nearly snapped the already abused pencil. The lead tip was dull and in desperate need of sharpening, Timothy hated the feeling of writing with such a dull tip, then there was the fact the eraser was all but gone, trying to erase anything was impossible and the feeling of metal scraping against the wooden desk and paper made him cringe.

The sound of the clock ticking in the room would've normally not bothered anyone but Timothy felt like chucking his entire desk at it. To hell with his exam, he wanted out of this prison that they called a school.

"Timmy, what's the answer to number four?" The voice next to him asked urgently.

"Can you fuck off?" He asked, losing his temper at last, "Do I look like I know the answer to number four? The fuck I look like to you? Einstein?"

The kid, a snotty little brat named Melvin, was one of the nerdy kids of the class. Timothy didn't give a shit about him to be honest, yet for some reason, the little punk had found the nerve to start picking on him. The worst part of it all wasn't the fact that he was being bullied by a fucking four-eyed bitch who cried when he got mad, but the fact that he couldn't do a thing about it.

Timothy was on probation. Not actual probation, he hadn't committed a crime, at least not yet. He was on disciplinary probation, the principal had warned him that if he was anywhere near a fight, he'd be out of the school with yet another expulsion on his record.

If he was asked how many times he'd been expelled, Timothy wouldn't be able to answer. He'd stopped caring after number three. Half of his expulsions were complete nonsense anyways, at least according to him, like that one time in fifth grade when he had accidentally punched a kid's teeth out, he didn't mean to hit him that hard. Regardless, he still got expelled. Then there was the other time, the time he had apparently 'provoked' a teacher into throwing a stapler at him, all he said was that his sweater was ugly and the guy freaked out and tried to kill him, yet the school system still saw it as his fault, despite the fact that teachers weren't supposed to hurt students.

There were other times where Timothy wasn't really at fault, but he tried to ignore them. He wasn't sure why he was such a magnet for trouble, sometimes trouble just found him. No matter how hard Timothy would try to be the good kid, something would always happen that would get him in deep shit anyways.

The only exception was Ridgewood middle, the school he was currently attending. No teachers tried to attack him, his bullies were too scared to do anything else than tease him, and there were no freak accidents involving weapons or fights that could be traced back to him.

"Timmy, don't be like that." Melvin coerced.

"Call me Timmy one more time and I'm going to shove those glasses down your throat and make you sing Mozart!" Timothy fumed.

He hated the nickname 'Timmy', it was always used in a mocking way. He wouldn't have minded it if he hadn't found out that they got it from that kid in The Fairly OddParents. For one, he didn't have enormous front teeth and his voice was nowhere near that high-pitched. His name wasn't Timmy Turner and he didn't have a bunch of magic fish who granted his every wish.

Melvin finally backed off, that's usually how their encounters went. He'd annoy Timothy until he got his life threatened with serious bodily harm. Timothy would never follow through on his threats but for some reason, everyone took his threats seriously. Even the cops took his threats very seriously.

Timothy figured it was because of his size. For a fourteen-year-old, he was rather tall and somewhat muscular. He was still going through puberty, but it was very clear that what he lacked in academics, he made up for physically.

"Fifteen minutes left!" The teacher announced.

Timothy stared at his exam, he'd filled out most of the scantron but he was certain a good portion of them were wrong. He'd barely used the piece of scratch paper the teacher had given him and he had guessed on every problem that actually took more than half-effort to solve.

It wasn't that Timothy didn't care about his grades, he did, but after being expelled so many times, he figured his chances for college were as high as his chances of getting a girlfriend were: nonexistent.

The scantron in front of Timothy was so messed up he wasn't sure if it would even scan properly. There were so many eraser marks on the thing that it was hard to tell what his final answer was, the paper's white background was gray from the eraser marks. His answers looked like they formed a Christmas tree, which happened to be his strategy when it came to exams, the good old Christmas tree method, fill in the dots like you were putting decorations on a Christmas tree.

"And time!" The teacher finished.

Timothy marked his last answer and set his pencil down. Those fifteen minutes felt more like fifteen seconds though he was certain that it was his ADHD that caused that. He tended to lose track of time rather easily.

"Alright, everyone, what I want you to do is to leave your scantrons in a nice neat pile. After that, you're free to leave, I hope you all have a good summer vacation."

Timothy still couldn't believe he had made it to the end of the school year without being expelled or even suspended. Maybe things were looking up for him finally.

He waited until most of the class had gone and dropped off their scantrons, he hated being in huge lines. Something always made him anxious about being so close to other people. When he saw the last student drop off their scantron, he got up and walked to the front of the class.

The teacher stared at his scantron as he set it down, "Timothy, you put your name where the date was supposed to go."

"I did?" He looked at the scantron. The words danced around on the paper. He couldn't tell what space was for the date and what space was for his name, which was impossible when the words were doing the cha-cha-slide all over the damn scantron.

"It's fine, I know you're dyslexic." The teacher said gently, "I'll fix it."

"Thank you." Timothy said as he left the class, it was rare for teachers to help him out. Usually, they hated his guts with a burning passion and most of the time, the feeling was pretty much mutual.

Yet now he had months of never having to worry about pissing of a teacher.

Ω

When he walked through the front doors of the school, the busses were just pulling into the bus loop. He let out a sigh as he enjoyed the feeling of the summer sun hit his face. He felt…free.

"What took you so long, Timothy?" Melvin asked next to him, "Were you sucking the teacher's dick for a better grade?"

Timothy lost it right then and there. He refused to let himself get branded as gay when he was one of the straightest guys he knew. He hauled off and punched Melvin in the face. Melvin cried out in pain as he fell to the floor, clutching his nose which was now dripping blood onto the concrete below.

"How about you go suck a dick?" Timothy spat as he stormed off.

A few other students stared at him, but he frankly didn't care. He just wanted to get on his bus and go home. He really didn't want to punch Melvin, but he'd been picking on him since the fifth week of school, how much more was he supposed to take? Once he was home, he was going to sit back and watch the last few remaining episodes of Avatar. He'd earned it.

Timothy quickly found his bus and walked on, he wasn't about to stick around for the ensuing shit show that would occur once the faculty saw Melvin dripping blood all over the place.

As Timothy sat in his seat, he couldn't help but admire the orange sky overhead as the sun started to set. He always liked colors like orange and red, others saw them as warning colors but he thought they looked nice.

He was looking out the window for a bit, not really thinking about what he was looking at until he saw something…odd.

Near the school's fence was some freakishly tall guy, he had to be about 6 and a half feet tall. He wore a black trench coat that went down to his shoes with a black fedora on his head to match. If Timothy was being honest, he looked like a pedophile, who the hell dresses like that and just stares through the fence of a school?

Then chills ran up his spine. He wasn't looking at him, was he? The bus started up with a rumble, nearly causing him to jump out of his seat. He looked around him, the bus was pretty empty, save for a few kids who got off a few stops before him.

Timothy watched as the guy's head followed his bus. He was watching him. Part of him was concerned that he was being targeted, then there was a part of him that wondered what the fuck that guy wanted.

As soon as the bus left the school, he leaned back in his seat and relaxed. He was probably just being paranoid. Maybe it was just some staff member watching everyone to make sure they left. He knew that didn't make any sense, but it made him feel better so sue him.

The ride to his neighborhood was pretty boring, it didn't help that his neighborhood was literally in a desert so aside from the city, there was really nothing exciting around, unless one considered coyotes and sand exciting. Half the time, it was too hot to even enjoy the outside scenery. Timothy never really worried about heat stroke, for some reason, he could perform physically where others would be throwing in the towel.

When he got off the bus, the temperature was mild, which of course meant his mom and stepdad weren't there to pick him up. Usually, they'd be there to pick him up if it was too hot outside, and they only did that after they'd already picked his stepsister up. He could forget getting a ride any other time, they'd make him walk home in a thunderstorm sometimes.

Yet this walk was far calmer than past ones. He was alone the entire time, most of the other kids who lived in his neighborhood either went to the nearby private school or were driven to and back from school by their parents. Timothy didn't have the luxury of either of those options.

He played with the straps on his backpack, he was eager to get the cursed thing off. That backpack was the last thing tying him to school and he couldn't wait to get rid of it. The idea that some people actually stayed after school on the last day was ludicrous to him, who wouldn't want to go home the second the bell rang?

"I should've skipped." Timothy grumbled to himself as he made a turn down his street.

Now the kids who skipped the last week completely, they had the right idea. If Timothy hadn't been forced to go by his parents, he would've happily stayed at home and slept in.

A cold breeze blew in from out of nowhere, causing Timothy's arms to become covered in goosebumps. He sighed and looked around, maybe he walked past some open garage where someone was using one of those fans that you had to plug in.

When he looked behind him, his heart dropped. The guy from the school was a few houses away and he was staring right at him. How the hell had he known where he'd be, Timothy didn't see the guy get into a car or anything. There's no way he could've caught up to him just by walking.

As Timothy peered closer at the guy, he noticed a detail that actually frightened him a little. The guy only had one eye. It wasn't like his other eye was being covered by an eyepatch or anything, this guy just had one eye smack dab in the middle of his face.

Timothy thought back to his English class, his teacher had forced him to read the Odyssey for an essay. He really didn't want to read it but he had to otherwise he'd fail the class. That guy in black reminded him of what he imagined a Cyclops would look like.

Cyclops are just a myth, just like everything else in that dumb story. Timothy thought to himself.

Maybe he was losing it, there was no way that guy was actually a Cyclops. Even if it was, why would he be after him? Last time he checked, his name wasn't Odysseus, and he certainly hadn't done anything to piss a Cyclops off, he'd never even met one before.

Then there was another presence in the area, one that felt angry yet…familiar. A hot wind blew against Timothy's face but for some reason, he found himself liking it. He started to get angry, who the hell did this guy think he was, scaring him like that? He had half a mind to beat the shit out of him and show him what's what.

Then as soon as the presence came, it left. The guy in black turned and walked off, seemingly feeling the presence too. Timothy shook his head, today was not the day for weird shit to be happening. Today was supposed to mark the beginning of his summer vacation, not his scary monster-filled adventure.

Oh, if only he knew.

A/N: You finished it? Good for you! This story is basically going to be a OC-centric fic, but i'm not going to have the OC be some huge hero in some world-ending plot or be some villain like my other OCs. This OC is strictly a normal demigod with his own story, he's not some overpowered son of the Big Three who's going to steal Annabeth away, he's just...average. If that interests you, then great! If not, i totally get it. Oh, and to anyone who figured out the Fairly Odd Parents references, i salute you.