Mortals meet demigods

Professor Smith (Percabeth)

 I was a college Professor in Amazon College and I taught architecture as well as Greek Mythology. Most of my students didn’t know much about it so my job was made much harder, but there was this girl, Annabeth Jackson in my class. She was a pure genius. I swear, her ideas could surpass even mine, she knew everything there was to know about the Greeks, heck she even spoke Ancient Greek fluently! ! She was super intelligent, but also really beautiful. Almost all the boys in the school tried to hit on her but she declined, sometimes violently! It was fun to watch actually. 

Anyway, one Tuesday, I was informed that there would be a new student for Greek Mythology. His name was Percy Jackson. As soon as I saw him I knew he would be trouble. He was tall, about 6 feet 4 inches, very tanned and muscled and had the signature troublemaker smirk. He was definitely a player. Unfortunately, the only place available was next to Annabeth’s. I sighed as I directed him there but his eyes obviously lit up when he saw her. Hopefully Annabeth would judo flip him with her usual common sense. As I was beginning the lesson, I saw Percy winking at Annabeth and smirking. I thought she would roll her eyes or punch him or something but to my surprise she blushed! 

How could he reduce my star student to a blushing mess? I decided to humiliate him. “Mr Jackson! Could you be so kind as to tell us who the god of sleep is?” I asked, expecting him to be confused. However, he asked, “Which one?” “What do you mean?” I asked him. He rolled his eyes. Such disrespect! “I mean, the Greek God of sleep which is Hypnos or the Roman God who is Somnus or the Greek god of dreams, Morpheus? Or even the Roman god of dreams?” he asked, smirking at my awed expression. So maybe that wasn’t such a good idea. He obviously knew his stuff. 

I ignored him and went on with the lesson. As I dismissed them, I managed to hear some of Percy and Annabeth’s conversation. “Well, Mrs. Jackson? Can we go home and have some fun?” he asked. I clenched my fists. They just met and he was already trying to get in her pants! Ugh! I expected her to judo flip him immediately but she just rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek! She kissed his cheek! “Fine Seaweed Brain. We can watch Finding Nemo with the kids!” she relented. Wait what? Kids? His eyes lit up. “Yay! Thanks Wise Girl!” She rolled her eyes again. “You're such a Seaweed Brain Perce! Sometimes I can’t believe I married you!” she exclaimed jokingly. WHAT? They were married! And kids! They were twenty! 

My attention was brought back to them as Percy spoke again. “I’m your Seaweed Brain and you love me!” he replied happily, kissing her and she kissed back. “This way, My Lady!” said Percy in a terrible British accent. “Why thank you indeed, kind Sir!” she answered in the same accent and they both burst out laughing. Still grinning, they set off, hand in hand. Maybe I had been mistaken about Percy. Percabeth was so cute!