𝙇𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙨: a percy Jackson x reader fic

₊˚.༄ the worst puzzle ever

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𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 4: The worst puzzle ever.

You shuffled your way into the bathroom as the clock read right about 5 a.m., about an hour earlier than you usually wake up.

You looked like shit.

Sleep lifted from you as surprise at your appearance quickly took it over, and you were overwhelmed with the wave of from last night dread that still hung over you. Last night, as vaguely as you had remembered it, you knew you cried yourself to sleep; you could tell by the tear stains that still lingered at the corners of your eyes, burning when you touched them; also, your eyes were very puffy; you woke up looking like you had just come from a WWE match; your expected 'perfectly curated night routine' to make up for the scheduling disaster that was Percy Jackson's presence during 3rd period slowly started to slip out of your control. It seemed like as things progressed and more pressure was laid on your back, like you carried enough bricks to build a small home, your routines started to slip and only a few tasks would get done. You began to explore the idea that you may have to forget about routines, and that thought deeply disturbed you.

By the time you had glanced in the mirror, you knew what kind of day it was going to be, and it certainly wasn't going to be any more forgiving than last night. As much as it disgusted you, you threw away your routine for that morning, or at least your usual routine. You knew your parents still slept, so of course, you had to be quiet; that part would never change.

You didn't even bother to grab or change anything before you wandered downstairs, refusing the fridge and heading straight to your keurig that had certainly seen better days. You held your head in your hands; even a simple decision such as which coffee to make seemed impossible. You spun the K cup holder around about 30 times before you finally decided upon the one from Dunkin'... French vanilla. You thought it read; honestly, you didn't really care. You picked out the first and coincidentally the least aesthetically pleasing mug of all time; it was one you painted at one of those 'paint and make your own' pottery places with your dad. He had originally taken you because you stayed home from school that day because you were sick; he wanted to cheer you up, but surely the sickness clouded your already not so cognitive 6-year-old head because the mug was painted entirely in different shades of splotchy pink, and it simply read 'DRINK' on the front, not in your handwriting, of course. But your dad's. You placed the mug under the coffee maker, and it began to make sounds that used to make you think the damn thing was alive, like it was cursing you or something. It spit out the last few drops of the K cup, and you brought the steaming mug to the fridge and added probably more cream than coffee.

The majority of your morning was spent with a thousand-yard stare plastered on your face, holding your coffee with two hands and staring at your reflection in the mirror on your vanity. You weren't really looking or inspecting like you usually do; you were simply using your eyes. When you snapped out of your head state, you glanced at the clock: 6:10 a.m.

That hit you like a truck; you had seriously just spent one full hour staring. Doing absolutely nothing, the thought you could have gone back to sleep had not crossed your mind once, or the fact you could have been studying, easing last night's stress, but no, you decided to be a braindead idiot and just stare, sipping on your now cold coffee; that wasn't even done.

Today wasn't going to go your way at all.

-🔱-

It did exactly that; it had not gone your way. You barely grazed your face with makeup when you usually cared deeply about how others would perceive your 'put-togetherness' and your outfit was, by your standards, pretty trashy. It wasn't that you dressed overly well; you just looked like you had seen hell by the bags under your eyes that had now reached their peak. You weren't sure if it was just you holding yourself to absurdly high standards or if you truly looked as bad as you thought.