Dealing with Drama

Racing Revenge: Part 1

AN: I just crossed 1K followers on Wattpad! Congratulations to me!

Alright, so I just decided to get this chapter out of the way and done with, so that I'm fresh while writing the lemon, with minimal feet dragging. Also, chapter 69.

Nice.

I'm gonna shoot those you don't say nice in the comments.

Time: A Few Days Later

Percy rolled into the probably illegal drag race with all the nonchalance and swagger that only a Dark god of his calibre could muster.

It was somewhere in Western Arizona, a state as hot and dry as a desert, though Percy did not know how to feel about that, given that he spent most of his days now in the sunkissed tropical island of Ogygia.

The heat prickled his skin, making small diamond beads of sweat roll down his forehead, leaving a glistening trail behind on his tanned bronze skin.

He closed his eyes, rubbing them with the back of his hands to get the sweat away, not sure if racing in this precarious dirt track, in the dark, with burning eyes was a good idea.

He drew in a deep breath, enjoying the warmth, the fresh smell of the dry summer air filling his lungs, reminding him of all the warm and sweet summer evenings he had idled away playing pinochle with Grover, Chiron and Mr. D at Camp Half-Blood, when the world was much easier, simpler.

A smile tugged at Percy's lips as he straddled his beauty of a motorbike, letting his fingers run through his messy raven hair.

He had just had it delivered by Hermes the previous morning, and had been itching to try it out on the road ever since. This would be only his second time ever riding this beast, and if his first experience was anything to go by, he was looking to challenge Nemesis to a worthy battle on her home turf.

He sat atop a beautiful, Ducati Panigale V4 R. In his garage, he had a shark-themed car, he had a dinosaur-themed car, so why not?

His beautiful motorbike was based on the lithe white tiger, as agile, and as fast and furious as a white tiger on a hunt.

Even Artemis, who knew next to nothing about motorbikes, had wolf-whistled when he showed the girls his new ride. His racing nemesis, Nemesis, had just laughed and said, "Nice rides aren't enough, Jackson. Without skill, I can topple you even on a bicycle with training wheels."

That sentiment, he could respect.

He always liked to have an ace up his sleeve, however, and so, had promptly withheld knowledge of the dirt track back at Camp, or the cross country dirtbike journey he, Leo, Jason, Hazel, Will and Piper had got up to..... somehow, on a quest. Riding on bikes Piper had charm spoken away from the owner of a high-end showroom. Annabeth had ridden behind him, Frank with Hazel, and Nico behind Will.

A well-placed pinch on Piper's arm had prevented her from spilling the beans on him.

Anyway, back to his ride.

His bike was painted white, with cool black stripes like a tiger, a splatter of red on one side for blood from a predator's wound. The seat was comfortable, sleek black leather with silver rivets on the sides touches of extravagance that Percy loved, now that he could afford to be wasteful on these insensible things.

The engine was covered, with state of the art silencers that barely produced a hum, smooth suspension that felt like he wasn't moving at all, and an advanced brake and gear system. At the front of the bike, a combination of black and yellow tried to replicate the amber gaze of an apex predator in the white snows of the tundra, the angular headlights adding to the awe-inspiring factor of the stunning display.