Summary: He didn't want it to happen, it just did. Everything that meant something to him just left. Vanished. Disappeared. He threw everything meaningful aside. He ignored society, the community and his 'so-called-friends'. He ruined his own life, built up a mask to protect himself, to protect others. But he wasn't happy. Not at all.

DISCLAIMER: YET AGAIN, I DO NOT OWN THE PERCY JACKSON AND/OR THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS CHARACTERS. ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO RICK RIORDAN.

Harsh Words

She Who Had the Friends

It's been over nine years since the incident and a lot had happened during the time. Many things had changed as the years turned and for one, Percy knew that he'd changed. He changed either for the better or worse. He didn't know, everything that'd occurred weren't on his mind anymore.

"Percy, are you awake? It's time for school." Paul walked into the room and opened the curtains, letting the sun shine down on the sleepy kid.

"Ugh!" Percy moaned and turned on his side, facing the wall. "Go away." He murmured but sounded angry.

"Son, you don't want to be late on the first day back, do you?" Paul said seriously.

"Okay, okay. Will you get out then? I need my own space to change and shi—"

"No swearing." Paul said before the deed was done.

"Yeah, yeah." Percy stood up from his bed and pushed his step-dad out of the room. "Shoo. Go and make breakfast."

His step-father stared at him in disappointment, "Didn't I tell you to stop treating me like a slave? Use your manners please, boy."

"Do I have to? Can't you just leave?" Percy shouted back.

Paul sighed and shook his head, knowing that he'll never get a polite answer out of the boy he raised for 5 years.

As soon as his step-father left, Percy slammed the door shut, cursing words at the man behind his back. He walked over to his bed and sat down. A picture of him and his parents was on the drawer surface, faced down. He stared at the frame for a couple of seconds then found the resolve to stand up and get ready for school.

After getting ready for the school that he 'loved so much', he made his way down to the dining room. Paul was already seated at the table and when Percy joined, he turned his attention away from the newspaper he was reading to the teenage boy.

"You better hurry up and eat, son. The school bus is coming in a couple of minutes." Paul said, chewing on a waffle.

"I'm not taking the bus." Percy replied out of rudeness, spreading Nutella on his toast.

A frown was spread across his father's face. "Why not?"

"Do I look like I want to answer that question?" Percy impolitely said, taking a bite out of his breakfast.

Paul remained calm and nodded, not wanting for his son to go off throwing a tantrum. "Just make sure you get to school."

Percy rolled his eyes and stood up, stuffing his meal in his mouth. "I'm leaving. See you at that trampy school."

Before his father could reply, Percy picked up his bag and walked out of the door. He found the school bus waiting in front of the house and the bus driver giving him a nasty glare. He flipped the middle finger up at the stingy, old man then walked down the streets in the direction of where his school was. When the school bus past him, he found himself staring at someone's blonde and curly hair. He cursed to himself, regretting ever seeing that. He knew the person that he was staring at, in fact, he despised that person. Having to live a life he never got- no. He shouldn't be thinking about the past…

~O.O~

Percy made his entrance in the school halls loud and clear. He wanted the freshmen to know that he overruled them and he wanted his grade to remember who he was, especially one specific group. He walked past a couple of students and he could clearly hear their whispers.

"Have you heard? That's Percy Jackson, the most ruthless and fearsome student in Goode High!" A freshman whispered.

"Seriously? That's him? Man, he's pretty scary. Lucky we're not in the same year as him." Whispered another.

Percy smirked. He made a name of himself in this lame ass school and nearly every student feared him.

All but one.

He gritted his teeth and kicked the nearest bin to him. Most students nearby jumped up in shock or ran away. He was frustrated. Frustrated at the fact that she was still alive and walking around proud.

"Oi, Jackson!" A sandy haired blond boy walked up to him with his henchman, Ethan. "You got a minute?"

Percy looked up at the guy and raised a brow. "Oh, it's Castellan. What do you want?"

"I've come to hear the answer. Will you join our crew or not?" He replied.

Percy snorted. "Are you serious? You didn't already get it? I wouldn't want to join your lame ass crew even if I were to die if I didn't. And besides, you're that woman's boyfriend. I have no interest in siding with a guy like you who goes out with a girl like her."

"Huh? Are you cussing my girlfriend?" Luke said in a nearly threatening way.

Percy chuckled and turned around, walking away. "What do you think?"

Luke gritted his teeth and glared at him. "She hasn't done anything bad to you and you treat her like trash! That isn't right, is it?"

Percy stopped and turned his head back, giving Luke his deadly stare. "What'd you say?" He then walked straight up to Luke's face, still holding that terrifying look. "Do you even understand the situation between me and her? Hmm?"

Luke stayed silent.

"As I thought. So don't go butting in on other people's business, you cowardly idiot. And, it's not like you're any good either." He coolly replied. "Now leave me alone. I hate it when you bug me and what's worse, you come to me on the first day of our second year. I'm super pissed right now."

"I-I'm sorry, Percy. He didn't- we didn't mean to get you mad!" Ethan stuttered as he tugged on Luke's shirt. "Let's go, before we cause any more trouble."

Before leaving out of sight, Luke gave him a meaningful glare to which Percy replied with a smirk. Not noticing before, he found himself staring at a circle of students who witnessed the scene.

"Go. Scram you dumb-bots!" Percy shouted out.

The students did at they were told and within a couple of seconds, they left. He was about to walk onwards when he found himself staring at the person he hated the most.

"Dumb-bots, huh? Aren't you categorized as one too?" The girl replied, tucking strands of her familiar blonde hair behind her ears.

Percy snarled. "Annabeth Chase. You haven't changed a bit ever since the holidays. How disgusting."

"I could say the same for you. I don't see any of your ugliness change or that attitude of yours." Annabeth replied.

"At least I'm better than that wimpy boyfriend of yours. I feel so bad for you- wait, I think I feel sorry for him more considering you turned out to be more masculine than him!" He chuckled at his own words.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes. "You're a bastard, you know that right?"

Percy simply shrugged. "So I've been told."

Then the bell rang.

"Hope I never see you around, Jackson." Annabeth said quickly, pushing past Percy in a hurry to get to her homeroom.

"Same goes for me, Neeky." Percy responded with a smirk, knowing she hated the nickname.

Annabeth froze for a second, like she always did ever since freshmen year, then walked off. "Screw you, Jerkward!"

"Is that the only thing she can remember, my name?" Percy murmured. "How bothersome."

~O.O~

After a good forty minutes of wasting his time carving doodles into the wooden desk, Percy looked up to find his English teacher staring down at him with a mean look.

"Percy Blo—"

"It's Jackson!" Percy growled, not liking that his English teacher was going to call him by the old fish's name.

"Fine. Percy Jackson, would you mind telling me what you're doing?"

"What does it look like?" Percy responded in a lazy tone.

His English teacher grew furious. "Don't talk to me in that tone, young man!"

"It's not my fault you can't see, you old hag!" Percy snapped.

He could see his English teacher's vein pop and smirked. "Go to the principal's office! Now!"

"If that'll satisfy you, then okay…" Percy stood up, grabbed his bag and left.

He walked down the hallway of the school. No one was out, well that's obvious since it's only forty minutes through the third period. When Percy reached the principal's office, he rolled his eyes as he saw the head of the school drinking his favorite bottle of wine.

"Mr. D." He muttered.

"Perry Johnson, what brings your filthy butt to my office? Did you get into trouble again?" The principal asked, stroking his beard.

Percy sat down on the chair and nodded. "Spot on, as usual."

"Is it to do with that English teacher of yours?" Mr. D asked again.

"Right on the dot, my man!"

"Don't call my your 'man'. It's rude but being rude is apart of your personality."

Percy sighed and gave the man a glare. "Can you just spit out your lecture? I hate waiting."

Mr. D smirked and nodded. "Indeed. Well, there's no lecture. Instead you'll be pleased to know that you won't be in that class anymore. I've moved you into another class that could raise your grades. Here's the schedule and enjoy, you lazy boy. And do not worry, I'll inform your teacher in just a bit."

Percy narrowed his eyes when he read his schedule. "All my classes have changed."

"You're failing in all your subjects, kid." He replied.

"Fine, then can I go now?"

"Certainly! And try not to get sent here again, I don't like it when troublesome kids like you disrupt my free time."

"Yeah, yeah. I won't come here again…for today." With that said, Percy left the room.

He looked down at his schedule and then up at the doors. He felt so much like a transfer student not knowing where each room was.

It pissed him off.

Then he found his new English room and opened the door. What he found inside shocked him too much, that it made him want to punch a wall. Standing at the front of the classroom was no other than Mr. Blofis, his happy-go-lucky step-father. He was holding a book in his hand that had the title 'A Midsummer Night's Dream', one of Shakespeare's plays.

"Ah, Percy. Come here, we were just about to start discussing a book you'll be fascinated to read and hear." His step-father said.

Percy gritted his teeth and walked over to his dad.

"Introduce yourself. Surely not everyone knows who you are."

Of course everyone knew who he was. He was usually the bad rumor people spread around the school. Talking like they knew what he did at times, but obviously they were all false rumors because he certainly didn't get a criminal record or that he had beaten up a gang member. He's just a kid gone wrong that everyone mistaken for as a criminal.

"Fine. I'm Percy Jackson. You get on my nerves and I'll beat you up." He said lazily but with an angry tone.

Then he spotted the familiar blonde hair again. Sitting in the middle of the class was the one and only Annabeth Chase, who seemed to have noticed him too since she was staring at him in horror. This was like a nightmare that came true. Well that was obvious since it was Mr. D who organized the switching classrooms.

"Percy…" Paul said and pointed to a seat, he seemed to be worried with what Percy had just said. "Can you sit on the desk right next to Ms. Chase please?"

"Huh? Why do I have to—"

"Just do it, Percy!" Paul snapped, which shocked Percy.

He nodded and walked over to the seat next to his enemy. "We meet again, Neeky."

"Shut up, Jerkward." Annabeth whispered to him, staring down at the book they were reading.

"Ah, Annabeth can you share the book with Percy since there's no more spares." Paul asked.

Annabeth was about to argue but she kept her mouth shut and pushed her desk over to Percy's. She placed the book on the halfway line of their desks and kept her eyes down, gritting her teeth. This actually made Percy grin a little. Even though he hated her with all his heart, he loved seeing her get mad, but it still didn't change the fact that he was pissed off at his step-father. Paul knew that he and she didn't get along well and he still had the courage to put them two together.

"Oh, I nearly forgot! We're going to do a little project for preparation of the literature festival." Paul said.

"But the literature festival doesn't start until the beginning of spring, sir." Katie, an honor student, replied. She was one of the few that Percy could remember the face and name of for some odd reason.

"I know but we need to prepare and last year didn't go as well as we expected, did it?" Paul asked.

Most of the students nodded in sadness.

Stupid smartasses and their stupid perfection, Percy thought to himself.

"That's why I've given us more time to prepare. And I'll be putting you into groups, and depending on how successful you as a group are, you'll be given a high grade for the winter semester."

"Mr. Blofis, ain't it gonna mess up the school system since the literature thing is in spring and we're doing it in the winter." Another kid, who Percy knew quite well, said. Connor Stoll, not the brightest but not the dumbest kid of his family.

He had a twin brother who was older than him and was currently sitting next to him. It would be surprising to know that they're in the highest class for nearly all their subjects but they're them, they could have cheated on all their tests. They were trouble but not the type of trouble Percy would cause but the type to make silly things. Percy was on quite good terms with them since he would pay them to smuggle equipment or to lend him a hand. They were probably the only people on his maybe-to-good list.

"Don't worry about a thing. I've talked to the principal and he says that it's okay as long as you're learning. Also, I'll be testing you on your knowledge and teamwork and when spring comes, you'll be able to present it to the whole school for the festival." Paul informed them.

"Is it gonna be graded on in spring?" Travis asked aloud.

He shook his head. "No but your effort in your performance will be put down in your report."

Travis banged his head on the table and moaned. "Effort? Arrrgh!"

Katie, who sat behind him, whacked his head with her book. "Quit your moaning, Stoll!"

"Ow…Katie, that's a hardcover book!" Travis rubbed his head.

"Oh, I'm surprised that you noticed even though you're a thickhead." Katie said with a smile.

"Gah! Why are you smiling when you're being mean? Meany! Meany!" Travis shouted.

Paul slammed his book on the table. "That's enough. Katie and Travis, you can have your little lovers' quarrel after class. We still have five minutes of English left."

Everyone in class laughed, excluding those two, Paul, Annabeth and Percy. The loudest person laughing that they could hear was the snickering of Connor who got a punch from his brother.

Percy didn't find any of it funny. He just found it annoying and a reason for him to persuade the principal that he shouldn't be in this class.

"Alright. Now the jokes will stop. We need to—" The bell of the end of class rang and everyone rose from their seats.

Paul sighed and clasped his hands together. "Okay. I'll see you all for tomorrow's lesson where I'll decide who you'll be grouped up with and we start reading Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'."

Everyone rushed out of the class like a herd of bulls. There were lots of pushing and Percy didn't like it. He had the urge to kick and punch them but with his step-dad in the room, he couldn't. Paul reminded him too much of his late father and he hated it. No one was allowed to replace his dad. Not even the man who raised him with love and care for five years.

"Move it bastards!" He shouted and shoved a kid aside.

Today was definitely pissing him off. Not only did he have to talk to Luke, he even had to share classes with a bunch of losers who only care about their stupid grades. Annabeth was one of them. She was basically the Queen of stupid grades. He didn't like her one bit. She had the vibe of 'I like pissing people off'.

"At least say please, Jerkward." Annabeth said, who was behind him, probably not wanted to be shoved.

"Why would I say please to your prissy little minions?" Percy growled back.

"They are students from my- our class! I won't tolerate your foul words, especially on our fellow classmates!" Annabeth's words grew harsher but Percy didn't care.

He promised to never care anymore.

Especially for her.

"Leave me alone, Neeky. Your stench is blinding." He muttered.

"My smell should have nothing to do with your poorly sighted eyes!" She snapped back.

Percy ignored her and kept on walking. Though they both had the same class next, he didn't want to be anywhere near her because he would have urged to punch her until she looked like she was run over by a truck.

Still, Percy turned back just to take in a glimpse of what she did after his ignorance.

She was unnoticeably surrounded by her friends, well, people she considered as friends. When Annabeth glanced over at Percy, she only saw his back. He was lucky that she didn't see him staring over because he would have been very much more pissed.

Yes. Today was the worst day to come to school. And today, he was going to be very, very, angry.

END OF CHAPTER ONE!

Sorry that I took so long to finish off the first chapter even though it was a little too short for my liking. I was very distracted with upcoming events, such as my birthday and the release of Blood of Olympus! And, even though I don't really need to tell you guys, I was re-reading this chapter to check for grammar and spelling mistakes. And I probably and might have changed sentences around.

Uh huh. Percy being very pissed off was the base of this chapter's…well…chapter!

I still have to carry on reading Blood of Olympus but my friends have already spoiled most of the book for me so I want you guys to tell me…

Which couples do you want to get together?

This is probably going to be concerning more to Nico than the other characters but I want to know as soon as possible because everyone has different views and opinions, right?

I don't mind if you guys don't tell me now. I'll ask for it in the later chapters and tell you when I'll need an answer so for now…

Enjoy what to come next!

R&R

ThinkStupid (~.~)