Disclaimer: I'm just like the others. Percy Jackson and the Olympians and anything related are not mine. They are Rick Riordan's.

A/N: I honestly tried my best to update as soon as I could. I've been busy but I also took my time with my writing. Anyway, I want to give a HUGE THANKS to all of my reviewers! I just saw more of the reviews and I honestly am SOOO HAPPY THAT EVERYONE LIKES MY STORY. I'M THRILLED. I'M DANCING IN MY SEAT. I'm so ecstatic that I am making people laugh. AAH. I JUST CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS, THOUGH ENGLISH IS MY FIRST AND ONLY LANGUAGE. =] (By the way, I am completely obsessed with correct grammar and sentence structure, so that is why it is so good. I want to be an author when I grow up... =])

But still, PLEASE TELL ME IF MY JOKES ARE LAME. IF THEY ARE: ANY SUGGESTIONS? I'M OPEN. =]

BY THE WAY, this is basically the first time I've ever written in a guy's P.O.V. and I hope that I'm conveying that well enough. I'm a girl, so how am I supposed to know what guys actually think on the inside? FML.

Moving on... THE STOLL BROTHERS. YES! I dunno if they finish each other's sentences in the books (I actually haven't read them YET BUT I'M GETTING THEM THIS WEEK!) but I'm planning on making them do that here. Just a forewarning. =] I think it makes them more entertaining. Am I wrong? R&R!

BIG WARNING. I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW BEFORE YOU READ THAT THERE WILL BE SOME MAJOR SWEARING LATER ON. SORRYSORRYSORRY. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!

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Throughout the rest of English, Travis and Connor made stupid comments and inquiries to the point that Mr. Ross threatened to get a meter stick and smack the shit out of their hands. Not in those words, of course. Annabeth was thoroughly enjoying herself. She giggled or laughed every time one of them talked or cracked a joke. I mean, they are pretty funny.

Who's jealous? Not me. Nope. Forget about it.

Okay, maybe just a bit.

In the last ten minutes of class, after writing notes on how to make a correct formal literary essay and what the right format is, Travis and Connor whispered to each other and then began to make random noises.

"Meep."

"Who did that?" Mr. Ross whirled around from the board, his eyes hard and angry. I don't blame him a single bit. The Stoll brothers were very distracting and they'd been like this since class started.

"Woof."

"Enough with the noises!" He barked before turning back to writing on the chalkboard. He was the only one of my teachers who didn't have a white board.

Travis snorted like a pig.

Connor cawed, similar to a crow.

Grover even joined in, bleating like a goat.

I tried to ignore them, but a smile broke across my face. When one of the brothers let out a huge "MOOOOOOOOOO!", I burst out laughing along with a few other kids.

"JACKSON. GO TO THE OFFICE, NOW!" Mr. Ross bellowed.

I immediately stopped. "What? Are you kidding me?"

"Leave my classroom."

"What did I do?" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air.

"You were further disrupting my class and I've had ENOUGH. LEAVE."

"I was laughing! I wasn't making those stupid noises!" I protested, staying in my chair.

"Mr. Ross, he wasn't. I'm right next to him. He never even opened his mouth." Annabeth piped up. And she says this as one of the culprits sits in front of her.

He gnashed his teeth together and turned away from me. "Another one of those noises and you're all staying here as I call the principal down. He'll chat with you until the guilty party reveals himself and apologizes for the disruption of my class."

After that, no more noises, though I could tell the brothers were tempted to do it. I kicked the back of Travis' chair. He turned around.

"Don't even." I whispered. "I'm going to beat you up later because you didn't bail me out."

"Not if you can't catch me." He grinned back.

"Yeah, yeah." I leaned back in my chair and glanced at the clock. Five minutes. I trailed my eyes over a few of the students and then they fell on Annabeth. She seemed to have been looking at me before and when I caught her eye, she quickly turned her head the other direction.

I took the chance to lean towards her a bit. "Psst!" She glanced at me, then went back to reading the board. "Annabeth."

"What?" she hissed.

"Thanks."

She smiled, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"Anytime."

Anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime, anytime. It was like a ridiculously annoying yet pleasing mantra in my head. She would help me out anytime.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling warm everywhere. Whatthehell? That's so cliché. The 'warm and fuzzy' feeling. Pfft. I thought, trying to classify what I was feeling as a complete and total cliché. And even though it is, it was true. I felt that giddy feeling inside, like I was wrapped up in a huge blanket on a cold day.

After that, the rest of the day went by in a blur. The bell rang, Annabeth said bye to Grover, Travis, Connor and I and she held my eyes the longest before turning away, giving me a feeling of satisfaction. The Stoll brothers danced around me in never-ending circles while punching my shoulder, arms, and chest. They sang something with the words "Hot, hot hot", "we hate you", "lucky bastard", "glad you have a girlfriend" and "hope she's in my next class".

Beyond that, I can't remember much. My Science class was boring. I honestly sat on my ass and daydreamed the day away. When the bell rang for school to end, I jumped and fell out of my chair in shock. Luke shook his head and stepped over me. On the other hand, Thalia made a point to step full on my stomach, knocking the breath out of me in a wheeze, while cackling and sauntering out of the room.

Coughing, I stood up, gathered my shit and beelined it to my locked. I threw my Science binder into the bottom because I couldn't remember if we in fact had homework, threw my English in too, but brought out my Math. Maybe sometime I'd ask for help afterschool with Annabeth.

"Perce!" I peeked over my shoulder to see Nico and Bianca waving at me. They came over to me, exchanging a few loving sibling words between them. I was still struck by how much they looked like with their olive skin and dark eyes and hair. Bianca's hair was up in a high ponytail today and her skin was set off by her lavender tube top and lighter wash shorts. Nico contrasted against her in jeans and a black collared shirt.

I picked at my own white t-shirt after I slung my backpack over my shoulders. I closed my locker and met with the di Angelo siblings.

"What's up?" I asked.

"We were just waiting for you. By the way, just a random question of the day, why do you have a footprint on your stomach?" Bianca replied before smoothly transitioning to the weird query.

"Ah. Funny story." I said monotonously. "I fell out of my chair and Thalia decided to literally walk on me."

"Good ol' Thalia." Nico sighed, his eyes glazed over.

"Just because you like her doesn't mean she's good." I taunted with a smile.

"Shuttup,Percy! You'resuchadouche,gokillyourself,Ihateyou!" Nico spewed his words out so fast, I could barely discern one phrase from the next as he pounded my arm.

"Chill out, Nico." Bianca sighed, obviously bored.

Huffing, her brother brained me upside the head and returned to her side.

"Anyway, before the Spaz ravaged you, Rachel said that she wanted to talk to you." Bianca informed me, her eyes level with mine even though she was shorter than I was.

"I have a cell phone." I retorted. "She could just text me or something."

"She's been trying, but you aren't replying. She thinks you're ignoring her. Is it off?"

That could definitely be a problem. I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my Corby Pro cell phone. I tapped the weird circle at the bottom and the screen remained black. I sheepishly grinned at Bianca, who rose an eyebrow, and proceeded to turn it on. Once the background showed up (a picture of Rachel and I making funny faces at the phone) I ended up getting 4 new messages. All from Rachel.

I tapped the screen to go to Messages and went to Inbox and started with the first one.

First one: Percy I rly need 2 tlk 2 u.

Second: Percy plz. This is stupid.

Third: So what, youre ignoring me now? Really mature percy jackson.

Fourth: Just meet me outside by the bike rack.

Oh. Shit.

I quickly slid up the keyboard and opened a new message. I set the recipient as "Red" and started the text, my fingers dancing.

I'm sorry my phone was off. I just got your texts. I wasn't ignoring you. I'm heading out now.

I sent it and glanced up at my friends.

"Good luck, Percy." Bianca said. I don't know if she was sarcastic or genuine but I spun on my heel with a wave and booked it outside. I breathlessly ran out the main doors and down the steps to the small field in the front of the school. I saw a flame of red hair near a bike rack and raced towards it.

"Rachel!" I gasped, gripping the metal bar to support myself as I caught my breath. She turned slowly, her arms so tightly crossed against her small chest that she looked like a statue.

"I'm sorry," I panted. "I just – got your texts and – just replied – ran to get here – wasn't ignoring you."

"Yeah, okay Percy." She snapped.

"What?" I said, shocked. I managed to stand up straight.

"Those are just more excuses. I'm tired of this. Why would I want to be in a relationship with a guy who doesn't treat me right?" she put her hands on her hips now.

"Are you kidding me?" I regained my composure. "What excuses? And why would I want to be in a relationship with a girl who treats my friends like shit along with a girl she barely knows?" I shouted angrily, gesturing at her.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she shrieked at me.

"It's supposed to mean exactly what I said!" I yelled. "God, Rachel, you're being a huge bitch and now you're trying to blame me for it just because you're jealous!"

At this point, a small crowd was gathering around us to watch our shouting match. In the back of my head, a small voice was telling me to tone it down. The rumors were going to be bad tomorrow.

"You did not just call me a bitch!" she screeched, a red flush creeping up her neck to her cheeks. "And I'm jealous, Percy Jackson, because you're obsessed with whatever the fuck her name is! You were staring at her for like ten minutes straight! You fucking stalker!"

Never in my entire life have I wanted to punch a girl in the face than in that moment right there.

"Stop over-exaggerating, Rachel, it's fucking annoying." I shot. "And maybe that was the first sign that I don't like you anymore. You're being a bitch to me and my friends and I'm sick of it. I'm done with you." I sliced my hand through the air.

"What-fucking-ever, Jackson. Go to hell. I hope you die." She snarled at me through gritted teeth.

"Go fuck yourself, Rachel." I replied venomously before turning on my heel and shoving my way through the crowd that gawked after me. I stormed around the corner, wanting to punch something so badly that I whirled towards the school and slammed my left fist against the stone building as hard as I could. I heard an audible crunch and withdrew my hand, swearing a stream of insults and curse words in pain. I was seeing red and black. Does that mean I'm pissed off or that I'm going to pass out? I'm stupid. Why the fuck would I punch a stone wall? Now my hand is probably broke because it hurts so much. Perfect. Just a perfect fucking ending to a perfect fucking day.

"Percy?" someone put their hand on my shoulder. Instinctively, I spun away and cradled my damaged hand, swearing.

But when I saw Annabeth standing there with her hand still hovering in the air, I felt the color drain from my face.

"Annabeth – "

"I'm sorry. This is really a bad time. I shouldn't have – I'll just see you tomorrow." Annabeth stuttered, starting to turn away.

"No, don't go – damnit!" I had reached towards her with my probably broken hand and now grasped my arm.

"Wait – Percy? Are you okay? Oh my god, Percy, what did you do?" she cried, running towards me. She gingerly touched my hand which was now turning purple and blue. "Oh my god! You have to go to the hospital!"

"No, it's not a big – AH – deal." I hissed in pain. My hand was throbbing, my head was pounding and the pain was making my vision blur.

"Listen to me, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth said so sternly that I shut up. "You are going to the hospital right now. You're seriously hurt. Let me call my dad. He'll pick us up."

She proceeded to whip out her cell phone, dial a number in blinding speed, and tap her foot impatiently. "Dad. I know that you're waiting out front but I need you to come around the side. My friend's hurt and he needs to go to the hospital. Dad! NOW." She hung up. "Just hold on for a bit longer, okay?"

"I'm fine." I protested just as my vision turned black. The last thing I saw was Annabeth's face and her mouth forming my name.