Percy didn't know how he started to listen to Eminem. He wasn't all the hip-hop guy, though he liked big hoodies. And caps. Damn, he loved his hoodies.
He was on his way to school, sitting somewhere in the middle of the bus between some kids doing their homework, wearing his earphones and skipping songs. Right now he felt like hitting something and needed to distract himself from the scene in the back of the bus. His ADHD was only making it worse.
"Where is my snare? I have no snare on my headphones"
Percy increased the volume and moved his foot to the beat of Cleanin' out my Closet, listening to the lyrics and getting murderous thoughts himself.
The kid next to him got hit by a paper ball and shot an angry glare at the person who threw it, but when he realized who did he just closed his mouth and went on doing his homework.
Percy knew without looking who intimidated that kid: Luke Castellan, quarterback of the school's football team and most popular guy at Goode High. He was sitting in the last row, holding the hand of a rather cute blonde. Darn, she was more than just cute. She was beautiful.
name was Annabeth Chase. She'd been friends with Luke since they were
kids and dating him since last year's summer holidays.
Percy "only" knew her since middle school so what chance did he have against Luke? Ever since he could remember Annabeth loved talking about everything they had done as kids. Every time she did he felt jealousy nipping at his heart.
At first Percy's been good friends with Luke and he still kinda was now, there was only one drawback: They both loved the same girl, and Luke got her, not knowing about Percy's feelings. Crap, he was even sure he loved her longer than this douchebag did. But there was nothing he could do about it. Annabeth was happy and he didn't want to destroy their friendship by telling her how he felt.
However, he couldn't help feeling like falling every time she laughed. The butterflies in his belly would go crazy and his heart would fasten up so much he'd think it would jump out of his chest every second.
The bus stopped in front of the school and Percy got out, still wearing earphones so he wouldn't have to talk to Luke. Ignoring Annabeth waving at him was pretty difficult, though.
He made his way through crowds of students, skipping songs again until he found one that lifted his mood. He tried not to laugh as he walked through the hallways on his way to English whilst the lyrics made him feel like being one of these guys who thought they were the coolest ever.
"I'm Slim Shady, yes I'm the real Shady. All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating. So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up, please stand up, please stand up?"
With a small grin on his face he sat down in the classroom and took off his earphones not until the teacher came in, not allowing him to listen to the whole track of The Real Slim Shady.
Mr. Paul Blofis nodded at him before beginning class. Not only was he Percy's teacher but also his stepfather, which was a little advantage when it came to his grades on the one hand, but on the other it was a disadvantage, too; when Percy didn't clean up his room for weeks it could affect his oral grades. But usually Paul was able to split personal life from school.
After English (which was the only class where Percy really tried to be good at) he kind of dozed through the day. It was at lunchtime when he finally had all his senses back on because this was the only time in the whole week when he actually could spend time with Annabeth. All the other days Luke would sit with them but on Thursdays he always had some extra training.
They didn't even share classes. Percy used to say it was some kind of conspiracy but Annabeth would just laugh and talk about bad coincidences.
When he entered the cafeteria and searched for her he had to think about the matter which had caused the big quarrel at home that she had asked him about for days now. But telling her would only lower her good mood and that was one of the last things Percy wanted. He knew he had to tell her soon, though. Before she found out by herself and was mad at him for not saying a word to her. Her eyes would turn from their beautiful stormy gray to a dark thunderstorm gray and she would have this look in them, like saying 'And I thought we were best friends'.
Now that he thought about it he decided it was the best to talk to her right now before there weren't any opportunities left.
She was sitting alone at a table on the left. Percy took the seat in front of her and tried to find the right words to start but luckily she was the one to go first.
"You're hiding something from me, I can tell. Is it about that argument with your parents?" She furrowed her eyebrows; she knew him better than anyone else.
He took in a deep breath before stuttering "Well, y'know, 'bout that, erm... i-it's not like... uhm..."
"Percy" she said sternly, looking him directly in the eyes which let him forget what he actually wanted to say. "You can tell me anything, you know that, right?"
Oh, if that'd be the problem here... Sooner or later many people would find out and that wasn't a big deal to him. Actually, he didn't even care. He just didn't want her to be sad (if she'd even be).
Right when he was about to say something a tray landed on the table next to Annabeth and a girl with spiky black hair and a leather jacket sat down. It was Thalia Grace, one of Annabeth's closest friends.
Frustration hit him. Why now, Thalia? he wanted to scream but he just nodded to her and swallowed his anger and disappointment.
Annabeth shot him a concerned look but he waved it off and managed a smile. She didn't seem convinced but obviously decided to change the topic since she knew he wouldn't say anything about it as long as they weren't alone.
However, Thalia stayed and Percy didn't get another chance of talking to Annabeth. Later that evening he thought of calling her but yet didn't. And that was the worst decision he had ever made.