TB3 Chapter 12: TB12: Third Year College Students, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

Math was absolutely horrendous.

The math teacher, Ms. Scott, was none too pleased to have TB3 in her fourth period math class. All three of the famous teenagers were asked question after question and managed to get all of them right thanks to a certain hidden calculator in Thalia's pocket. Ms. Scott was furious that they knew all of the answers then just gave up and started quizzing other people.

"Well. That was rude." Thalia whispered when the teacher wasn't looking.

"Completely." Nico agreed. Percy looked back at the teacher, then turned around again.

"We don't have too long to talk. Hid the calculator, Thalia. If she asks us questions from back there, we won't be able to use it and it'll show that we were cheating."

Just as he said that, Ms. Scott decided to quiz them. "Nico di Angelo, what is the square root of sixty four?"

Nico pretended to think, even though he already knew the answer. "Eight." He finally said. Ms. Scott glared at him. Nico smirked.

"Too easy."

"Percy Jackson, what is the square root of one hundred and twenty one?"

"Eleven."

"Correct. Thalia Grace, the square root of 100,000?"

Thalia smirked. "10,000. Duh."

"Can you explain how you got that answer?" The teacher asked.

The female TB3 member grinned. "Well, A number times itself is a square root. So, the square root of sixteen is four, because four times four is sixteen. So with 100,000, ten thousand times ten thousand is one hundred thousand, because ten times ten is a hundred, so you add the zeros to the end of one hundred, making it ten thousand. Easy math, really. Elementary school stuff."

The math teacher looked shocked.

Then she managed to control her expression into one of a stern lady. "Then I guess you wouldn't mind telling me the square root of 249,500?"

Thalia thought about it. "There isn't a whole digit one. That's five hundred times four hundred ninety nine. If it were five hundred times five hundred, then five hundred would be the square root. Only it's not the square root, because that isn't the question."

After a long pause, Ms. Scott finally answered. "Good job, Thalia."

"Thank you, Miss."

"Percy Jackson, can you tell me the square root of 10,336,225?"

Then bell rang.

Everybody started leaving the classroom, but before he left, Percy answered math problem. "Ms. Scott? The square root is 3,215. Bye!" Then he left, leaving the teacher staring in silence.

"How did you know the answers to those questions?" Piper asked as they left the classroom. Percy, Nico, and Thalia grinned. But Jason answered for them.

"They learned this stuff when they were twelve. Learned all of high school when they were thirteen. If they were going to become pop stars, Dad wanted them to still be able to know what the kids their age have learned. So he got tutors to teach them high school at a young age so that they could start college courses when they were fifteen. They're on their third year now, I think. Three years of college in one year. It's amazing."

Piper frowned. "That's all lot of learning. Did you have trouble?"

"Nope." Percy answered. "Surprisingly, we're all ADHD and dyslexic, so we got the most patient tutors a few hundred thousand dollars could find."

"Of course, we had to pay for it ourselves." Nico added, but Piper still head him.

"You're parents made you pay for college? At that sound of an age, too? That's outrageous!"

"Not really." Thalia shrugged. They entered the cafeteria to the sounds of applause. "I'll tell you why in a little bit. Now, we have to sing another song. Later."

Percy, Nico, and Thalia made their way to the stage.

"Hey! Wassup, peoples?" Percy asked into the microphone after the three if them had gotten settled. "We have yet another new song for you! We've been doing a lot of new songs lately, huh? Anyways, let's hear it for Young Volcanoes!"

The crowd cheered as the music started playing.

"One, two, three, four!"

(Bold is Percy)

"When Rome's in ruins

We are the lions
Free of the coliseums
In poisoned places
We are anti-venom
We're the beginning of the end

Tonight
The foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now
Before it has begun
And we've already won

We are wild
We are like young volcanoes
We are wild
Americana exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah

Come on make it easy
Say I never mattered
Run it up the flagpole
We will teach you
How to make
Boys next door
Out of assholes

Tonight
The foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now
Before it has begun
And we've already won

We are wild
We are like young volcanoes
We are wild
Americana exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah

We are wild
We are like young volcanoes
We are wild
Americana exotica
Do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby? Yeah"

(Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy)

Cheers went on for another two minutes before everything had qquieted down.

"Do you want us to sing another song?" Percy asked enthusiastically. He was met with cheers.

Then he turned to Nico and Thalia. "Are you okay with doing another song?" He asked quietly. Both nodded.

"Percy?" Thalia asked. "I came up with another song. Can I sing it? You'll get the beat after a few seconds. Please?"

Percy grinned. "Well, duh, Pinecone Face! Good luck! Take guitar. I'll do keyboard." Thalia nodded and they switched places.

"Hey, guys!" Thalia said nervously into the microphone. "This is another new song that'll be sung by me. It's called Good Girl." The crowd cheered. Thalia smiled, getting her courage up, then the song begun.

"One, two, three, four!"

(Italics are Thalia)

"Hey, good girl (hey, good girl)
With your head in the clouds
I bet you I can tell you
What you're thinkin' about

You'll see a good boy (you see a good boy)
Gonna give you the world
But he's gonna leave you cryin'
With your heart in the dirt

His lips are dripping honey
But he'll sting you like a bee
So lock up all your love and
Go and throw away the key

Hey good girl (hey, good girl)
Get out while you can
I know you think you got a good man

Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won't you open up your eyes?
It's just a matter of time 'til you find
He's no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes and go, go-o-o, go-o-o-o...
Better listen to me
He's low, low, low...

Hey, good girl (hey, good girl)
You got a heart of gold
You want a white wedding
And a hand you can hold
Just like you should, girl (Just like you should, girl)
Like every good girl does
Want a fairy tale ending, somebody to love

But he's really good at lying
Yeah, he'll leave you in the dust
'Cause when he says forever
Well, it don't mean much
Hey good girl (hey, good girl)
So good for him
Better back away honey
You don't know where he's been

Oh, he's no good, girl
Why can't you see?
He'll take your heart and break it
Listen to me, yeah

Why, why you gotta be so blind?
Won't you open up your eyes?
Just a matter of time 'til you find
He's no good, he's no good

Won't you open up your eyes?
Just a matter of time 'til you find
He's no good, girl
No good for you
You better get to getting on your goodbye shoes"

"Thank you!" Thalia laughed, out if breathing singing tended to do that to people. "And now we're stopping because I'm hungry! Good... afternoon!"

And TB3 got off the stage after yet another pretty good concert.

Even if this one was two songs long.