Petrichor (PJO/TW)

Chapter 3

"Bro..."

"Bro..."

"You look so good that I would marry you, bro."

"Thanks, bro, I love you too. Though I think Annabeth and Piper won't be happy, bro."

"Then let's marry Leo together. He is single anyway."

"Great idea bro. I knew you were my favourite bro for a reason."

"Leo!!! We three are getting married after this is over. Get your ass over here. I expect an awesome blue gift."

Leo ran as soon as he heard his name, his hair bursting into fire.

"Bad Boy Supreme Super-Sized McShizzle is here bitches. I was waiting for you guys to ask. Let's go plan the honeymoon. The others can come if they bring us gifts and Frank and Nico can be best men."

Nico who looked like he wanted to die or go on a murder spree, rolled his eyes. "Kill me now."

As Percy, Leo and Jason made their way inside, far off in the distance Annabeth and Piper just shook their heads and facepalmed for what felt like the 100th time that day, muttering under their breaths. "Fucking morons. Why did we end up with the weird ones? Let's just have girls day with Hazel and laugh at their idiocy. They will be coming back when they realise that they know next to nothing about weddings, or the fact that they are only recently fourteen."

Ten minutes later, Hazel and Frank arrived from going out to see Nico being depressed while eating some McDonalds, Annabeth and Piper setting up a spa day for three, and Percy, Jason and Leo covered in blue frosting seemingly waiting for Frank and declaring their love for each other while having a 'bromance' ceremony' with dolphins. Reyna, Thalia and Coach Hedge were probably committing mass murder or buying new weapons like guns for the camps. Workshops for using Celestial bronze and Imperial Gold guns had opened recently and were mandatory (the staff wasn't responsible if any mutilations, broken bones, or near-death experiences were there, as long as nobody died. It was 15 percent of the overall grade) or at a spa.

To sum it up, it was a normal day on the Argo Ⅱ.

As Percy made her way to Economics, she couldn't help but think about the weird feeling that she got near Scott, Malia or Kira. Lydia too, however, her's wasn't as strong as the others. Could they be monsters in disguise?

No, no, no. That wasn't possible. Scott was her cousin and besides, she was wearing the perfume to cover her scent. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Yeah, that was it. Just paranoia.

Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right.

As Percy entered the class a couple of minutes after it began, the first thing she heard was a shout.

"Greenberg! Detention for being late. What do you have to say for yourself? Wait, no. Don't answer. It's everything. Everything's wrong with you. Just go to your seat for god's sake."

As the teacher turned around from where he was standing, he just stared blankly and confused. "Wait! You're not Greenberg. You're just a random late kid. Who are you?"

He and coach Hedge would get along great.

A light tinge of pink covered her cheeks.

"Uhh... I am new and my name is Per-"

"Perseus Cordelia Jackson.... I thought you were supposed to be a guy?'

"It's unisex, and my middle name is female. And it's just Percy please."

Making a face, he motioned for her to find a seat, "Go take a seat behind Kira. Greenberg stop being weird. What are you even doing in school? Why are you still held back?"

As she went down to her seat she was met with grinning brown eyes from the girl in front of her.

She soon started rambling when Percy awkwardly smiled at her.

"Hey. How do you like the school till now? It must be probably weird being the new kid. I was one last year. I love your highlights. Where did you get them done?"

It was no biggie, just got them holding the fucking sky.

Percy just chuckled and replied, "Thanks a lot, I got them done at New York. The school is pretty nice so far but I am used to being a new kid. I shifted schools a lot."

"That must be fun. You have a cool name, by the way. Like the greek dude? The one that held up the sky and went on a murder spree or something like that."

"Yup. Just like the greek dude, and I think you are talking about Heracles."

I hate Heracles. He was a jerk!

"Ohh... I was never good with greek stuff. It's just weird, you know?"

She just nodded, the smile still on our faces.

Yeah, you don't know half of it. I would die if I didn't know this greek stuff. Literally. It's a miracle I survived this long.

"This is weird, but you look a little familiar... Have I seen you somewhere before?"

You probably might have seen me as a terrorist and in a nationwide manhunt on the news.

Huffing a laugh, she replied, "No...? At least I don't think so. Maybe I just have one of those faces? I don't know."

As we started talking, Percy knew that she had gotten her first official friend in Beacon Hills.