I hate Matt Sloan. I really do. He's such a... a... butt! Ugh, he's not even big! Well, his ego his... but that's it! I'd been stuck with him for three years. Three! I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Sloan talking to Percy Jackson.

"...have friends if you didn't stick up for this freak."

Percy balled his fists. "He's not a freak..." Sloan wasn't listening, and that pissed me off. Three years of anger boiled within me and I lunged. Sloan shrieked. I punched him the face, blood spurting. It hurt a lot, but I acted like it didn't. I punched him again.

"Tyson..." -hit- "is... NOT..." -hit, hit- "a freak!" I shouted, ready to punch him again, but his friends- apparently from Detroit- pulled me off, growling. I fought, then realized it was pointless. They'd crush me. I blew the hair out of my face.

"I'm good. I'm done. Really," I insisted on their looks. Reluctantly they let me go, and I trudged over to Tyson and knelt next to him. I put a comforting hand on his arm. "Hey, Tyson. Are you okay?" I asked gently. He kept sobbing. "Hey, how about I get you something for lunch, huh? What do you want?" Tyson sniffled.

"He likes peanut butter sandwiches," I heard Percy say behind me. I turned and smiled.

"Do you want me to get you a peanut butter sandwich, Tyson? Or two?" Tyson looked at me happily.

"Two?"

I nodded. "Two." I helped him up (well, I gave him encouragements) and turned and smiled at Percy. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" I asked, looking at him. He shook his head. "Good." I brushed a piece of hair away from my face, and Percy frowned.

"Um..."

"Maggie."

"Well, Maggie, you're bleeding." I looked down, and sure enough, my knuckles were bleeding and swollen. I shrugged and grinned softly.

"First time fighting," I admitted. "Probably should've waited, but..." I bit my lip. "I hate it when people make fun of others who are disabled." Percy smiled.

"Thanks for the back up, Maggie." I looked up at him, smiling shyly.

"No problem," I said, taking Tyson's large hand. Tyson blushed.

"Just wait, losers. I'll get you in P.E." I bit my lip, but the insult slipped out anyways.

"What? You gonna call daddy and tell him to bring the Porsche so you can run us over?" I blushed as everyone went, "Ohhhh!" Percy grinned. Sloan scowled, glaring at me. I started to panic, but then calmed myself. I can't have another anxiety attack today. I didn't have my medicine. I chewed on my lip, trying not to freak.

"Come on, Tyson," I said finally. "It's to time for your peanut butter sandwiches."