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Edit/02/07/2019: I've added a Percy-Rachel scene here because I felt we weren't really getting a look into Percy's personal life, mainly his fuck boy image. This story is M rated for a reason and if you do not like smut, then please don't read ahead. If you've already read ahead and wasn't aware of this edit, don't fret because it doesn't alter the plot or anything.
Half-Blood High
Chapter 4
~0O0~
The peaceful atmosphere in the library was disrupted by the sound of something trickling and pooling down onto the cold marble floor.
"Shit." Annabeth cursed as she quickly tried to salvage her papers while the cold tea ran down the smooth dark wood of the table and onto her lap. She mentally cursed Piper while she moved her reports and books away from the mess that she had managed to create in the space of five minutes. She supposed Piper had meant well and had only pushed the drink into her hands to lift her damp spirits, but still, did the damn piece of crockery have to lose its balance now? Surely she hadn't hit it that hard.
Now my skirt's damp too. Annabeth thought glumly as she settled down once again and picked up her pen. She could hear the distant sounds of laughter and shouts as the whole school made their way to the village. She sighed and let her head fall into her arms.
Annabeth knew she was being stubborn by holing up in the library and missing all the fun that was sure to pass among her friends at the village. But yet, when she had been up in the dorm rooms and getting ready, a sudden fit of sobs had taken over her and she had completely lost control of her tear ducts. She thought she had accepted the horrible events of yesterday, though evidently she hadn't. Her mother really didn't want her. She was just a mistake; the product of a drunken sophomore night…
But deep down she suspected weather her sudden bout of emotional display wasn't triggered by the sight of her friends' happiness. She knew it was a selfish thought and was absolutely disgusted with herself, but the feeling still lingered. Piper was gorgeous and a free spirit. Hazel was kind and found pleasure in small things. Jason was a strong leader but also had a small wild streak in him. And Leo. Leo literally breathed adventure and happiness.
How was it that they could all be so happy so easily when she herself just couldn't? Was there a particular switch she hadn't switched on or some weird yoga exercise she didn't know? Why did she have to worry about the smallest project or fret over an assignment that wasn't due for another six months? Why couldn't she, for once, just let them all go to hell and sit back and just fucking relax?
The worst part, she reflected, was that they all at least had someone significant in their lives. Jason and Piper was a match made in heaven. Leo pinned after a different girl every other week but at least he seemed happy. Even Hazel, sweet innocent Hazel, had found comfort in Zhang. Annabeth considered it yet another race in the non-academic life that she had lost. The only person she had felt a minute connection was to Luke Castellan, a senior and west tower sports champion, who she found out had got together with Silena Beugeurd at dinner yesterday.
She was fated to die alone. She lifted her head up, having the strangest feeling that someone was watching her but the library was empty. After all, which pathetic soul would be locked up here instead of having fun at the village? No one except her, she realized suddenly, and hot tears started to well up in her eyes and run down her cheeks.
Her mind worked overload, pulling up pictures from her past and playing them in front of her eyes; a little blonde girl peeking out from behind the curtains of the stage in her pre-school, anxious to catch a glimpse of her mother in the audience who would never come. A lone tear escaping the eyes of a twelve year old girl as her mother, instead of admiring the trophy she bought home, brush past her and out the door for a meeting. Fourteen years old and shipped off to boarding school, without as much as a simple goodbye. Sixteen and left stranded as her entire family moved to another continent.
She hiccupped a little and let her hair fall in front of her face as she desperately tried to stop the tears. She didn't look up when she heard footsteps, absently thinking it must be Mr. Ford, the librarian, taking his usual rounds even though there was no one but herself and a couple of rouge flies around.
"Take this."
Her head snapped up so fast she was certain she had broken her neck. She knew that voice so well.
"Come on, Chase. Stop sniveling like some abandoned dog and just fucking take it already."
She stared at the sea green eyes of the speaker and then a little lower to the object he was thrusting at her. A green handkerchief, she noted, but made no move to accept it. He wore an untucked white dress shirt, that clung to his sleek, well defined form. The top two buttons were open, revealing a small expanse of smooth tanned skin. She could feel her mouth go dry and swallowed hard; trying to shake away the strange feelings that had taken flight in her erratically pounding heart and the unexpected sensations that had assaulted her limbs and had paralyzed her body onto the cold wooden chair. Her head was pounding so hard, she could see her vision shake and a low static buzz echoing in her ears.
"Whatever." The boy snarled after a moment of silence, when she simply gazed at him through swollen eyes. He threw the cloth onto the table in front of her, turned on his heels and walked out of the library as if though the encounter had never taken place.
As she stared at the head of messy but disturbingly attractive black hair disappear out the door, one thought flew across her jumbled mind. Who was that boy and what had he done to Jackson?
~0O0~
Percy's POV
"Fuck, Percy! That's it!" Rachel moaned in ecstasy, as he thrust his hips up and impaled himself in her tight cunt, one of his hands tweaking her nipple, while the other held onto her hips as she rode him. Percy groaned softly as she came down on him again, his throbbing cock sinking deliciously along her wet passage.
He took some time to gaze at her flushed, sweaty form, her wild crimson hair flowing down her back and some falling over her front, her breasts bouncing up and down, her thighs spread out on either side of him as she straddled his hips for a moment, the tip of his cock lightly grazing the folds of her opening, before she descended on him again, burying his cock deep within her. Percy shifted his hand resting on her hips and led it along to her wet pussy, and started rubbing her clit in the pace he knew she preferred, and Rachel came seconds after, over his still erect penis. She collapsed on top of him, too exhausted to take charge again, and Percy let out a hiss of disapproval at the feeling of his throbbing, painful erection.
He roughly pulled her under him and priced her legs apart, before thrusting himself into her hard. Rachel moaned, her eyes closed shut, as he grabbed her arse and squeezed while taking her hard, each of his thrusts hitting her core. She bought her hands forward and started playing with her breasts in order to increase her pleasure, and the sight of her tweaking her pert, pink nipple and the feel of her tight pussy clenching around his cock was enough to send him over the edge and come out all over her short red curls and abdomen.
He rolled off of her and lay on the sheets, staring at the ceiling, spent and yet not quite satisfied. He wasn't altogether sure when he'd stopped finding complete pleasure at her hands, but there was no denying the absence of something integral between them, like passion. Percy admitted she was good to look at, certainly there was no denying that fact and half the boys at the Academy would agree. He ran a lazy eye across her form laying beside him; rather large perky breasts and a slim waist, ample bottom that jiggled quite pleasingly while she rode someone, a tight pussy and big pouty lips that could do wonders.
Perhaps it was just him, he thought dismissively, before turning to his side and propping himself up on an elbow and gazing at the red haired girl leisurely. He grabbed her left breast and fondled it roughly, tweaking the pebbled up nipple. She moaned, and turned on by the sight of her naked body arching up from the bed, his mouth latched onto her nipple, sucking hard while his hand strayed downwards to stroke her wet folds, lightly inserting a finger into her wet opening, the walls clenching around him. His cock stood up in attention and Rachel yelled his name, as he pumped his fingers into her.
Yep, it was definitely just him, he thought amusedly as her cries of pleasure filled the empty dorm room. He gave her nipple one last pinch before rolling her over on all fours and roughly taking her from behind, his name reverberating off the walls.
~0O0~
"So in short, the story deals with an incompetent ghost who has a weird obsession with stains. Very scary."
"No! The book isn't actually supposed to be scary. It's more of humor. The author narrates the troubles Sir Simon encounters after the arrival of the Otis family, who didn't give a second thought to the ghost's carefully constructed reputation built over centuries."
"Again, we are talking of an evil spirit who peed his pants at the sight of a pair of twin boys quarter his age. Wait, not quarter, several centuries younger than him. "
Annabeth pinched the bridge of her nose and let out a tired sigh. Outside, the sky was streaked with brilliant hues of crimson orange and yellow ochre, a flock of birds silently making their way to the tree covers as the last rays of light disappeared down the horizon. They, Leo and herself, were seated at a corner table next to the window in the common room.
"Come on, Leo. We've been over this ten times already." Annabeth huffed, flipping a page of Leo's heavily gratified textbook, where the words were barely distinguishable between the sketches of motor bikes and generously seasoned tacos. "Just read the bloody chapter and you'll be fine for tomorrow's test."
Leo let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed his text back, which he proceeded to close and dump onto the messy table in a rather undignified manner. Annabeth could feel the words of protests travelling up her throat at the inconsiderate treatment of the book, but bit her tongue and decided to overlook the matter, taking into account both their current levels of fatigue.
"I take it something happened at the village today and it wasn't to your liking." Annabeth remarked, leaning back onto the worn out cushions, keeping a careful eye on her friends face. Leo, for his part, didn't immediately respond and she let him marshal his thoughts while watching the way he stared out onto the castle grounds with a forlorn expression on his face. At last, he turned his coffee brown eyes onto her and her heart nearly missed a beat at the utter desperation and sadness that seeped out through them.
"Leo, what's wrong?" she asked, her heart beating abnormally fast as she grasped his hand that was on the table and squeezed it gently. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
Leo shook his head and gave her a small smile "I want to. You have no idea just how much I want to tell you. Or anyone, for that matter. It's just, it's probably going to make a scene and create a rift in our friendship and you'll all have to choose someone…and I'm afraid it's not going to be me."
"What are you talking about? Of course I'll always choose you! You're one of my best friends!"
"What if the other person was one your best friends too?" Leo asked softly, staring out the window and into the slate grey clouds that rumbled in the evening sky, missing the look of shock that passed on the blonde's face at the implication of his words. "It definitely changes things, doesn't it?"
"What…what exactly are you talking about, Leo?" Annabeth asked in confusion. "Did…did something happen between you Jason? Did you guys have a fight or something?"
Leo let out a small humorless laugh, his unfocused gaze still fixed on the rapidly darkening horizon. "Jason…Jason is like a true brother to me. He was the first person who actually saw me as a friend and took time to adjust to my maniac ways. Let's not forget, he was the one who introduced me to you guys. Without him I would be a pathetic, friendless nut job struggling his way through high school."
"You know that's not true." Annabeth whispered softly, leaning over the table. "You're kind and smart and funny and anyone would be lucky to-"
Leo cut her off with a firm look, an expression so foreign and strange on her friend's face that it shut her up instantly. "Let's face it, Annabeth. I'm not like you or Jason or the others. Not good with organic life forms, I think was what my father so graciously put it. You all have a way with each other…make it seem so easy to interact with people around you that I'm constantly left thinking that there's something wrong with me when I can't do the same."
Annabeth remained silent, offering no comments and letting the curly haired boy continue his tale without disruptions, even as a painful internal struggle raged in her chest…Leo's predicament was so similar to her own anxieties, they nearly mirrored each other.
"I was just a young boy filled with awe, still am, at the wonder that he calls friends. It was all so new to him-me, fourteen straight years being the outcast and the target for bullies. I worked so hard to fit in, to cover up my shitty personality but when it turned out you guys didn't care about my weird obsession with mechanics and corny jocks and everything else me… you have no idea how overjoyed I was, Annabeth."
"Leo…none of us are perfect. We all have faults and insecurities too."
"Pfft." Leo scoffed, a sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That may be, but you guys will always be perfect to me. You're beautiful and kind and a bloody genius that could take on any of the so called professors here. Jason's the most kind and loyal person I have ever known and Piper's sweet and caring. And Hazel…well she's freaking perfect as well isn't she? So fucking innocent and…gorgeous…"
"It's Hazel, isn't it?" Annabeth guessed softly, concluding from the tone of despair that had laced his voice at the mention of the dark haired girl. "Something happened between you two in the village today."
Leo stared at the grounds with a frozen expression and taking the cue, Annabeth followed his gaze to view the sight that had snatched her friend's attention throughout the evening. Two figures sat side by side at the edge of the lake, a big burly boy and a tiny girl with curly hair, a bow and sketchpad strewn carelessly between them.
"It's what didn't happen. And it began last year." Leo met her concerned gaze with a pained smile. "Have you ever had that feeling of helplessness and confusion when someone does something totally unexpected?"
Annabeth stared at her lap, the frenzy of emotions that had overtook her in library making a comeback, the unused green handkerchief, which was tucked safely in her satchel despite the initial thoughts of discarding it, weighing down on her heart. The fabric had smelled, still smells, of the ocean and the sweet fragrance of the earth after a rain. It made her drowsy and fluttery at the same time and she loathed the way it had ensnared her senses for the rest of the day.
She loathed the way how Percy Jackson, without even trying, had such a befuddling effect on her mind and made her body long with a need that she was too afraid to even contemplate.
~0O0~
I know, I know…please don't kill me! I admit, this was a really short chapter and probably didn't live up to your already small level of expectations and I am genuinely sorry for making you guys wait for so long! It's just, as I have mentioned earlier, thinks are very hectic at the moment and honestly, every single review would really help me in getting up the next chapter. I am in desperate need of you support!