A/N: Ok…

Sorry about that last chapter. It's not like I spend all my time imaging stuff like that, I just thought it was really freaking funny. But that's beside the point.

The actual point?

That this is a new chapter in A Learning Experience…

Also, on a side note, I regret to inform my readers that Into the Darkness is henceforth on hiatus. This hiatus could possibly lead to a complete discontinuation. I'm sorry, I just have so much stuff going on right now, I barely have time to keep up with one story, and before I made this decision, I was writing three.

Anyways, here's Chapter 5!

Jack typed furiously away at his keyboard. This story would make his career as a journalist…

Ha. As if. More like it would make him the school hero for a week. But that was good enough for him. Of course, he had to be careful that no one knew what he was writing until it was actually approved and ready to print. But, as the editor of the school's paper, that wouldn't be too hard.

His keystrokes continued in a rapid fire pace, the repetitive click-clack preventing anyone else in the general are from gaining any semblance of concentration. Not that he cared. The story of the year was unfolding itself at his fingertips, and no amount of complaints about his noise level would stop him from finishing it.

He was just now getting to the really juicy part of his story. The heated words flying between the two people involved, as if each syllable was a dagger, slicing through the other's heart.

Vigorously the words flowed from his appendages:

The black-haired male exasperatedly threw his hands up in the air, crying out, "Why can't you just let me have this one weekend to myself? I need to go and hang out with my guy friends for once!

The rage burning in his blonde companion's eyes would be enough to set your math homework aflame, dear reader. It was quite obvious that such an ignorant request would not pass by her delicate features without a hurricane of retorts being thrown back at the poor boy.

She took a deep breath before beginning, the danger in her voice as sharp as the javelin our beloved Tim Grayson throws to bring us to state, "Because this particular weekend happens to be the weekend of my first day at camp! And I want to remember it, celebrate with you! Why can't you understand that?"

Good High's best swimmer stormed off in a fury, and, dear reader, I must be totally honest with you. It is of this humble journalist's opinion that the most desirable junior currently attending our prestigious academy is soon to become single. In fact, it would not surprise me if such an occurrence has already happened.

To be honest, Jack was exaggerating slightly the events that transpired not 15 minutes ago in the hallway exactly twenty-four steps to the left from the door, but that was only to make the story a bit more exciting. After all, it wasn't as if he was going to lose his entire future as a working class American simply because he stretched the truth a bit while writing a gossip piece for his high school newspaper.

Of course, his distant future wasn't the only thing he had to worry about.

Jack didn't really know Percy Jackson that well, and while he would've loved to know her better, he knew even less about his girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. He knew as much about the both of them as most people did at this school; they were a secretive couple, and seemed to only over vague comments on any particular topic, as if they were afraid that someone might actually get to know them. However, despite their furtiveness, Jack had always prided himself in knowing everything about everyone at any school he attended. Whether it was revealing Emily Grant's middle name to their entire 1st grade class, proving that Ross Mitchell still slept with a teddy bear in the 3rd grade, or showing the whole school the exact shade of pink Larry Madson's purse was in the 7th grade, Jack Dorrell was an expert in gossip, or, as he preferred to call it, information brokering.

He continued to fabricate little lies, inserting them in specific places to make the story that much better. He was a genius when it came to stuff like this.

After the incident, dear reader, I managed to grab an interview with the ever elusive Percy Jackson, Goode High's resident mystery boy. After I had calmed the floodgates stemming from his emotional breakdown over the fight, I managed to wrest some details from him. Specifically, and most importantly, he and Annabeth, his longtime girlfriend, have been having problems recently, over everything from the time they spend at their respective practices to the choice in the movie for the night. It seems this breakup has been long in coming, my fellow students, and we are merely witnesses to the final battle in this horrible war.

As he typed that last word, he couldn't help laughing to himself. He had no doubt that Jackson's relationship would be quite alright, but that wasn't the point of this article. His goal was to simply spread the rumor that it might possibly be finally over between the two of them. There were countless girls who would be ecstatic over this news. But again, the goal of the article was not to give false hope to a few girls who had no chance with the star swimmer. Jack Dorrell just loved to create angst for other people.

Then suddenly a deep, horrifying growl came from behind him, one that could only have come from the mouth of some horrible beast from a little child's nightmares. "What, exactly, do you think you are doing, Dorrell?"

As Jack rotated his chair, eyes widened to the point of ridiculousness, he started to remember his favorite moments from the life that he was absolutely certain was about to end. In his mind, he saw his 6th birthday party, where he got to ride on his father's motorcycle for the first time. He saw the time he wrote his first article, providing the school with all the "dirty deets" on Matt Holland's secret pastime—dressing his Ken dolls up in for his own private fashion shows. And, his most recent visit to heaven, Olivia Tyler running past his baseball practice in nothing but a sports bra and a short shorts.

All of that was soon to end. No joyriding his dad's bike. No more snooping around, looking for the next big scoop. And certainly no openly gawking at hot blondes while coach was yelling about not being "locked in".

And all because Percy Jackson was standing behind him with nothing but a death glare and his clenched fists, ready to end the existence of Jack Dorrell.

A/N: Hope ya guys liked it!

P.S.: As soon as I finish Watching From Afar, then I'm going to enter a new Fanfiction universe...

YOUNG JUSTICE

I feel like I need to expand my horizons as an author, and that tv show is awesome, so that's where I'm taking my writing. Don't worry, I'm not abandoning PJO, I'm just adding another story to chose from when writing.

THANKS for being great, guys!