In the Absence of Memories (Percy Jackson HoO)

Perseus 14

Before we start this chapter let me tell my amazing readers something. IM SO SORRY!!! I've been super busy lately and I literally haven't even thought about this book for weeks. I really don't want to be someone who takes months or even years to update (I've actually read a fanfic where someone didn't update for five years) so I'm trying my hardest to update regularly. But today, when i finally decided to try and work on this story, I read some of my notifications and saw I gained a follower and TWO people added this story to their reading lists. I know it's not much but progress is progress. Then I smiled for five minutes straight and realized that I cannot let you guys down. Season for my sport is over, so I'm locked in now. — Showie

It's eight am and I feel like shit. 

Romans like to start the day early apparently, so I'm actually two hours behind schedule from everyone else. I don't know if it's because of my stupid brain damage, or if I was always like this, but waking up earlier than eight is nearly impossible for me. Actually, waking up at all is a stretch. 

The only reason I'm allowed to sleep in is because, I lied to Reyna and told her that I need extra sleep cause it might boost my memory. I don't think she bought it, but she seemed to pity me. Normally, I would hate pity (or at least I think), but hey, I get extra sleep so who's complaining? 

I reluctantly get out of bed and slip into a purple camp Jupiter T-shirt that seems wayyy to tight on me and light washed jeans that make my ass look like I've been through three surgeries to get it like that. 

Okay this shirt is really tight, like muscle shirt tight. 

I decide to take it off and rummage through the bag of clothes I was given upon arrival. There's two pairs of brown cargo shorts, some jeans, sweatpants, a hoodie, a sweater, like twenty million purple shirts, and a couple flannels. I pick another shirt out of the bag but it's the exact  same size as the one I had on. 

Maybe if I stretch it out? 

Just when I position myself to severely distress this poor T-shirt the door creaks open. 

I immediately jump back and instinctively cover my bare chest. 

"AGH!" I yelp. "Geez don't you knock!"

"What is it with you, and wanting to see me shirtless?" I add. 

Reyna's cheeks redden, but she composes herself and averts her eyes. "Perseus you're late for training."

"Well sorry but whoever does laundry decided to put it on the make clothes fit people who wear diapers and crawl around all day setting" I reply. 

"Just put the damn shirt on Percy" 

"Fine, but don't get jealous when all the ladies come flocking towards me cause of my amazing figure"

"I have nothing to be jealous of" she rolls her eyes. 

"Sure, that what they all say" I slip my hair and toss her a sly grin. 

"You can't even remember where you came from Perseus, don't give me that" 

"Okay you got me, but I'm sure they used to, like look at my face" I close my eyes and flip my imaginary long hair.

But when I open my eyes I'm surprised by a fat juicy smack across the face. 

"You need to get your act together," Reyna scolds. "Behavior like this is not fit for Rome, I have big plans for you, do not mess this up"

I'm slightly hurt by her words. I thought that ever since we talked during her tour, she maybe might've warmed up to me. I can't help my personality. But if I have to change it to fit in, so be it.