AN: Hellooooo! I'm back! And this story is hidiously disgustingly short! Whoopee!

I hate writers block. Don't you?

HEY! I never put a disclaimer in! Oh noes! D8

DISCLAIMER!: YOUR MOTHER DOES NOT OWN PJO! NEITHER DO I! Sadly... Rick Riordan does. Sandy, Trudy, and "Mr. Benzel" do belong to me though. Don't steal them. At least, not without my permission. Once You get the OK from me, than you can steal them all you want. OH and Perks doesn't belong to me either! It belongs to that Chbosky guy! So yeah! Don't steal his thunder!

Now that that is over with... ON WITH THE SHOW!

Chapter 2

Chiron had told me that I had to forget about Mrs. Dodds, she had to be totally erased from my mind. Because I could see through the Mist, that weird magical thing that disguises monsters and such, he wouldn't be able to brainwash me into thinking she didn't exist. Go figure.

The only one in the know other than me was Grover, and that's how we became friends. I needed someone to talk to about everything, and it was kind of weird talking to Trudy when she didn't believe me that Mrs. Dodds – who she claimed to not know – was a fury. I'm pretty sure Percy knew too, but I think he's the main reason I need to pretend I don't know Mrs. Dodds in the first place.

The next day was bizarre. I mean, Percy walked up to me on his own accord and talked to me. Now, I've never been popular. Then again, neither had Percy. We were just unpopular for different reasons, so we never talked. Ever.

So imagine my surprise when he decides to sit by me and chat during pre-algebra while I was writing my note to Trudy.

"Hey, you're Sandy, right?" He asked.

"Right," I said as he seated himself. "And you're Percy."

He grinned. "Right."

"So, what are you doing over here?" I asked. "You usually sit on the other side of the room with Grover."

"Yeah, well." He shrugged. "Figured I'd check out the view."

"You won't be able to shoot Red Hots up Mrs. Kerr's nose any better from over here," I said, holding up a box of the spicy candies. "Trust me, I would know."

He laughed. "Shucks, my plan foiled."

I smiled and continued writing to Trudy.

OMIGAWDS! He just walked over and seated himself! WTF. Grover looks lonely… You should go sit with him. I would, but I've got *coughcough* company. Anywhoozles, what is Mrs. Kerr tlaking about now? All I see is hre awj flpaping… Ah, crap. Sorry 'bout the dyslexia. Freaking out bursts.

"You have dyslexia?"

I slammed my notebook shut so fast, I was surprised my nose didn't go with it. "Percy! Were you reading over my shoulder?"

He shrugged. "Attempting to. I thought you only had schizophrenia."

"The dyslexia is only partial. It only effects my writing, and stops when I realize it's happening. The doc is confused by it."

He nodded. "Why is it weird I'm over here?"

"I'm starting to not feel comfortable with you sitting next to me," I laughed.

"Okay, next question. What do you think of Mrs. Kerr? Doesn't she seem, I dunno, different?"

Crap. That's the question I was hoping wouldn't come up.

"Well, not really. Same perky, annoying, Nancy-loving, freaky blonde as always."

Percy frowned. "Yeah, I guess so."

Now, I knew he was frowning because he was hoping to trip me up. But he didn't know that I knew that.

I passed my note to Trudy, who was sitting two seats behind Percy. "Why? You like her?"

"What?" He blinked, then laughed. "Oh, heck no! I kind of want to strangle her."

I chuckled. "As does most of this class."

"Ms. Holmes, Mr. Jackson, do you have something to share?" Mrs. Kerr asked from the front of the room. I read the board quickly to see she was talking about ratios.

Both of us stiffened as some students giggled. "No, ma'am," we said in unison.

Mrs. Kerr cocked a perfectly tweezed eyebrow. "Really?"

"Well, actually," I began. Percy had a look of horror on his face as I continued. "I was telling Percy about how ratios can explain many things, such as the golden ratio. It's seen in the world naturally, as well as in manmade buildings, and is being avidly studied by scientists. I mean, have you even seen a snail's shell? How it rings around? The ratios in the different swirls are almost always the exact same as those found in certain plants, and-"

"We aren't learning that until algebra," she interrupted.

I shrugged. "I know stuff."

"Very well. Now, Mr. Benzel…" She nodded and continued as if nothing happened.

Percy looked at me. "How the heck did you come up with that so quickly?"

I grinned. "I know stuff."

At lunch, I was sitting alone because Trudy went home early with the *coughcough* stomach flu. Then again, it might have been real. She gets sick really easy. Part of the reasons she's at Yancy. That and dyslexia and ADHD. Cue sappy demigod discovery music!

So, I was sitting there eating my disgusting teriyaki and reading my book. It's called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. It's really good. Anywhoozles, Grover and Percy walked up right about then.

"Mind if we sit here?" Grover asked. "Our usual table was mysteriously covered in ketchup."

"Fine by me," I said, motioning to the empty seats with my book. I then proceeded to stuff my mouth with burnt, barbeque sauce covered meat product in my mouth and read about Charlie masturbating. "Ew."

I must have had a disturbed look on my face because both the guys across the table asked me what the book was about.

"A guy starting high school. It's kind of hard to explain."

"You could try." Percy said, shrugging. "You know stuff."

I smiled. "Right. Well, it's weird because it's just a bunch letters the main character writes to a total stranger." I showed them the letter I was reading.

Grover's nose scrunched up and Percy's eyes widened. "Masturbation?" they asked together.

I giggled. "You should see your faces."

Grover snatched the book from my hand. "What kind of girl are you, reading books about guys masturbating?"

I laughed and took my book back. "It's not all about that, jeez."

"If you say so," he shrugged.

We sat there for a second, silent and eating. I put my book away since they were there. It seemed rude to read with company.

"I'm on the highway to hell!" I sang suddenly at the top of my lungs. The entire student body quieted and turned to look at me. Everything was silent.

Grover and Percy looked at me and started laughing hysterically. The other students all looked confused and went back to their lunches. The noise soon filled up again.

Grover wiped his eye and kept laughing. "What the heck was that?"

I shrugged and smiled. "That song has been stuck in my head all day."

"Why does it not surprise me that you are the kind of girl to break out suddenly into song?" Percy asked, still chuckling. He gulped down half of his milk.

"Maybe 'cos I'm odd. Maybe 'cos I'm different. Maybe 'cos I'm Sandy. Maybe all of the above. But mostly likely because I hang out with Trudy way too much." I giggled when Percy sputtered out some of his milk as he laughed.

Grover nodded, smiling. "Most likely."

This is the best lunch period, ever.

AN: Yuck. So short. Okay. So you should, like, review. It would make me muchos happierness. Hoorah for no ability to speak other languages!

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