The Love of Perseus Jackson

Jason

I practically ran to my English class, yeah sure I was early to school this morning, what was holding me back at 8:30, was Octavion.

**********Flashback************

"Hey, Octavion!" Reyna yelled, as we were walking down the hallway.

Octavion was beating up some girl, she was on the floor, coughing up blood. She had beautiful auburn hair, caramel almond eyes, and smelled of cinnimun.

He turned toward us, as well as his gang of jerks. "What do you want? Arellano?"

At that, Reyna went red with anger. She hated her last name, and only speaks it when she has to.

"Why don't you just shut up Ovtavion? And besides, it's not like beating up a girl is brave." Leo spoke up. He, like Reyna, was also red with anger. Why , I'm not so sure.

" Ooh and what is puny little Valdez gonna do about i-" He was interrupted when Leo's small fist connected with his face.

I whispered to Hazel," Go help the girl get away, Octavion won't notice." She nodded and snaked around the injured Octavion, and to the pretty girl.

I turned back to the gang of jerks, I saw that his gang was unsure of what to do for their leader, they were giving each other questioning glances.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
Crap. Danger danger.

Teacher.

**********Flashback Ended********

I opened the door to English quickly, Frank doing the same as we have English together, and practically fell inside.

The class laughed, but Mrs. Norbery didn't look pleased. Her expression yelled, these to are IDIOTS! Get them OUT of my classroom!

"U-uh..." Frank stuttered.

"Sorry Mrs. Norbery. We came into school late." I lied. English was my first class, so I could easily lie.

Her expression didn't soften," Go to your seats. Now"

We shuffled hurriedly to our seats, Frank sat on the other side of the room, while I sat on the other. I sat behind a cute boy with raven black hair, and beautiful sea green eyes. He had a stack of books on his desk, and was so engulfed and focused in the lesson that he probably didn't realize our "disruption".

Then a spit ball wounded up in his hair. I turned to see another boy, throwing spit balls at him. And the pretty boy didn't even notice.

He kept on throwing stuff at him, and I finally snapped,"STOP IT! DO YOU FUCKING KNOW HOW IT FEElS TO BE BULLIED? STOP TRYING TO CONSTANTLY HURT PEOPLE!" I stopped. I looked at every shocked face in the room. The boy, the pretty boy, Frank, and finally, the teacher.

Her face looked like she's trying to hold a big fit of anger. like me.

She snapped. like I had.

" JASON GRACE! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM! DETENTION!"