A/N: Hey people! Yes, yes this is another high school drama for the PJO series, but I personally enjoy them and I just had to start one. As the summary says, there'll be both Greeks and Romans in this, so as far as I know there's not many with both in the same story (also I'm too lazy to look through all 900+ pages to find out) but I hope to think my idea is unique. So, enjoy!
P.s. Rick Riordan is the genius, not me (sadly).
Take Me Higher: Percy J. POV
I. . .was a troubled kid.
Honestly there's really no point in denying it. And I could start at any moment in my short miserable life to prove it too. For example, until I was about 14, I'd been kicked out of every school I'd ever attended. Well it wasn't like I was trying to get kicked out; it's just. . .things don't really turn out in my favor sometimes: there was the time in fourth grade I almost drowned my class to death at Marine World. That was a fun trip by the way. Fortunately, (or unfortunately depending how you look at it) the sharks had been taken out of their tanks the day before. Then in fifth grade there was the time our school bus exploded at the Saratoga battlefield. In my defense, those 200 year old cannons shouldn't have been loaded in the first place, it was too tempting. Add to that the fact that I'm dyslexic, have ADHD, and live with my wonderful mom, but for some unexplained reason married a smelly lazy asshole named Gabe, in a 150 sq. meter apartment and you might find reason why.
But lately, I think my luck's been starting to turn around. I mean, I'm almost 17 now, this is my third year in the same school (a personal record), and you could say I'm a pretty popular guy.
No thanks to a certain blonde haired, gray eyed girl to 'keep me from being a seaweed brain' in her words. Her name's Annabeth Chase and she's. . .hmm, what's the word I'm looking for? Bossy, stubborn, arrogant, and a little-miss-know-it-all are a few that come to mind. But she's also my girlfriend and has got me wrapped around her finger.
Speaking of which. . .
"Hey, Percy." She called, greeting me at the front door of Goode High School. She gave me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. She was wearing her blue jeans, orange Goode t-shirt, and gray converse. She also had her silver owl earrings on and a bead chain with a college ring. So simple, yet stunning too.
"Hey, Annabeth." I said hugging back. After a second, we entered through the doors side by side.
Goode High School was this really big, really nice brownstone building on East 81st street in NYC. Inside, the halls were packed with students taking books out of their lockers, hiding their phones from passing teachers, or just checking how they looked in the mirror. We walked over to our lockers, which conveniently happened to be right next to each other. I actually traded ones with the kid who had it before, but she doesn't know that.
"So, did you do the English homework?" she asked, opening her locker.
I raised a brow at her, "Do you even have to ask?" I said smugly, which in other words meant 'no'. I took out the Greek book from my locker and got ready for first period.
She scowled and rolled her eyes the way she always does when she gets irritated, "Percy, we talked about this. Mr. Blofis might be a cool teacher, but you shouldn't push you luck with him. He expects more from you."
It was my turn to roll my eyes, "I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it. I have free period after Greek. That gives me more than enough time to get through a few pages of Hamlet."
"Oh please, it takes you half an hour just to finish a page, and you still don't understand a word after."
"Well excuse me for being dyslexic. And it takes me 20 minutes, not a half hour." I corrected playfully.
She just sighed and slammed her locker. "So, we still on for our study date tonight?"
"Not sure. I've got soccer practice at 5 so. . .you up for a late night study session at your place?"
I noticed her tense up a bit as her eyes narrowed. "My place?" she questioned unsurely.
"Yeah, I mean, if that's ok with you?"
She didn't look too ok with it. Her glare made her seem hesitant, nervous even. There was something she was hiding in those stormy gray eyes of hers. We usually went to Starbucks or any of the dozens of cafes with Wi-Fi in New York, but we've never actually been to each other's house. And I sure as Hell didn't want to invite her over with Smelly Gabe home. God knows what might happen.
I think she was about to say something back, when the bell suddenly rang. She sighed in relief; talk about saved by the bell. "We better get to class."
"Yeah. . ." I replied, but I wasn't about to let this one pass just yet. In the 6 months we've been dating and the 2 years we've known each other since she moved from San Francisco, 'family' and 'home' were never one of those subjects we liked to talk about. So basically we just. . .didn't. And it kinda works that way: she doesn't mention it, I don't mention it, and the other doesn't ask about it. That doesn't mean I'm not curious or anything.
You can bet, I'll find out. Sooner or later, I know I will.
. . .
The morning went by pretty fast and before I knew it, it was already time for lunch.
Hundreds of juniors and seniors started filling up the cafeteria. Kids with plastic orange trays of food were scrambling to get seats next to their friends, like animals playing musical chairs. Just trying to navigate through the maze of tables and students was like walking into a busy highway on a Monday morning: you didn't watch were you were going, then BAM, you crash into another person and get spaghetti or ice cream stains on your shirt.
It was chaotic. It was messy and loud. But it sure was whole lot of fun to try.
"Hey, Perce!" a voice shouted over the noise. I looked around and saw my best friend, Grover Underwood, sitting down and waving at me from a table in the back. I walked over to him, managing to dodge near collision with a dozen other students.
"Hey, G-man," I said sitting next to him. It was a round table seated for seven, five of which were occupied. My other friends Nico di Angelo, Thalia Grace, and the Stoll Brothers, Connor and Travis were also seated.
"What's up, guys." I greeted.
Surprisingly, Travis and Connor didn't have their patented mischievous grins on for once. They were trying to act all innocent by avoiding eye contact.
"Nothing, nothing at all." Connor said a few octaves too high.
They were acting weird, even for the Stoll Brothers that says a lot. One thing you learn really quickly after spending some time with them was that they were always up to something, but this didn't seem to be the case. They looked like they were hiding something.
I sighed. I was getting tired of people hiding things from me. "Ok, seriously guys. What's goin on?"
"Umm. . .well. . .you see—" Travis started but was cut off by Nico hitting his arm.
"Oww!" he winced. "What the Hell was that for?"
Nico leaned in closer to him, "I thought we agreed we weren't gonna tell him just yet."
I looked to Grover. My expression probably said something like 'Tell me what's going on, or I swear I'll burn down the closest forest there is' because he held up his hands in defense and said, "Not my problem, Percy. This is just for you soccer jocks."
I furrowed my brows. What did he mean by that?
You see, in this school, I was Mid-fielder and Captain of the school soccer team, The Spartans. Travis, Connor, and Nico were our fastest runners, so they were naturally our 3 Forwards. There was also our goalkeeper Charles Beckendorf and a few other kids on the team. And together, we were one of the best teams in the Manhattan school district. We were undefeated so far and it was already half way through the season league. At the end of the year, there's an annual tournament between the two best high school teams for the championship title. If we keep playing the way we were now, it's almost guaranteed we'd get into the tournament. Nothing and no one would stand in our way. No one.
Then, Thalia just rolled her eyes and grabbed a folded up paper from Connor.
"Hey," he complained, but he didn't dare try to take it back. Truth be told, as much of a flirt as Connor was, people learned quickly not to mess with a girl like her. Thalia was one tough nut, but if you knew her well enough and were a good friend to her, she occasionally showed her sweeter side.
"Here," she said handing it to me. "Travis 'found' this in Coach Hedge's office. It's your new match schedule, but Percy," she paused for a sec to look at me with those intense, electric blue eyes. They looked so out of place with her Metallica T-shirt, black leather pants, and chain jewelry it was almost scary. Her gaze felt like she was trying to warn me though. "Just. . .don't freak out, ok?" she finished.
I was still puzzled by her seriousness but I nodded anyway. It was just a match schedule. I mean seriously, how bad could it be?
I unfolded the paper. There was a chart with lots of names, times, and locations. But with my dyslexia, I hardly noticed since most just flew right off the page; most, except for one.
1. Match: GHS (Goode High School) vs. WMS (Westover Military School), Friendly: 1:00 PM Saturday, Field of Mars
It took all of my will power not to jump out of my seat and make a scene.
"Percy, you ok?" I heard Nico ask. He sounded worried. "Dude, your hands are shaking."
"Look, man," Travis said. "It's not that bad. I mean it'll be diff—"
He was cut off again, but this time it was by me. "Not that bad!" I whispered/shouted. "Are they f***ing insane or something! Do they not even remember the last time we had a match against each other!"
"Percy," Grover said, but his voice was dead serious. "I don't think anyone can forget what happened last time. I understand bro, I truly, honestly do. But it's been over a year and a lot has changed. Travis is right; it'll be different this time."
I shook my head. "You don't know that, Grover." I stood up and took my tray with me, suddenly I wasn't that hungry anymore. "I'll see you guys later." I then dumped my food in the bin and walked out of the cafeteria.
In a way, he might've been right. Things have changed a lot since. . .that incident. But still, I couldn't get what had happened out of my mind. It was like a recurring nightmare that stays with you. No matter what I did or where I went, I've had to carry the weight of that moment with me for a long time. I just wasn't about to forgive them for what had happened. I don't think I ever can.
And it was all because of a certain, rival school soccer team named, The Romans.
So, hope you guys enjoyed it. But to be honest, I absolutely HATE calling football (international) 'soccer' even though I was born in America. I mean come on, they don't even use their feet in American football and there's just one damn kicker. SERIOUSLY? But since most of you probably reading this are from the states, I have to give the people what they want.
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