Jonathan's POV
Greetings, fellow Homo sapiens. I am a kind, compassionate human, by the name of Jonathan Chentanga, but my companions call me Genius-than. Haha! I am so humorous!
I was pacing down the corridors one day (I am a hall monitor, as I find it my duty to reduce villainy on this filthy, good for nothing planet.), and I saw Annabeth Chase. She is the most beautiful girl in this educational building, possibly in the country, and maybe even in the world! Everybody thought she was just a plastic, unintelligent slut (except for me, of course. I am never incorrect.), but I knew better. I will admit, I have taken a liking to her. What do people call it nowadays? A clonk? No, a crash. Yes, a crash. I have a teeny-tiny little crash on Annabeth Chase. She is attractive, after all. Where was I? Oh yes, I was speaking about the truly intellectual Annabeth Chase. As she passed me she nodded at me, which I took as a hello. "Good day, darling Annabeth." She stared at me for a moment, no doubt admiring my physique and appearance. Then she growls (I will add that she was not very kind, compassionate and polite!) "Chentanga, call me darling again and I will rip your throat out." "Okay!" I say courageously, and I definitely did not cower in fear of a woman. After all, they are weaklings. Attractive weaklings, of course, but still weaklings.
The next day
Ugh! The school's player, jock, and well known idiot is advancing towards me! His name is-
BAM!
"You imbecile!" I declare bravely. "Mortals." I hear Percy mutter under his breath. "Like you are not?" "I need to see my girlfriend." He snaps. "Which one?" I ask. Oooooh! I have gotten you there, Jackson! Are you going to be banging another one of those slutty imbeciles? He glares at me. Oops. "Number one. I WOULD NEVER CHEAT ON MY GIRLFRIEND! NUMBER TWO! THOSE GIRLS ARE NOT SLUTS!!" (AN: Just for the record, Percy is oblivious.) I snort (handsomely, I mean, after all, I do everything handsomely!) and say; "Who is your girlfriend, then, my arch-enemy of whom I will never forgive?" "Wait you say whom for that?" "Of course you imbecile!" (AN: I actually have no idea sooo 🤷♀️) He nods thoughtfully. "Cool. Anyway, Annabeth's my girlfriend." I am outraged. "Annabeth belongs to me!" I bellow, no doubt scaring his life right out of him. After all, I am a terrifyingly handsome man who belongs to to medieval times, with Annabeth with me. I was going to be her knight in shining armour, after all! I am smart, handsome, brave and jacked! Anyway, back to my presentation. "What?" Percy questioned, his voice deadly quiet. "Do you need honey water? I heard it clears your throat!" I tell him (haha! I challenged you bravely!), definitely not squeaking the words out.
Right when he's about to murder me, someone comes to my rescue.
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People meet Percabeth
FantasyIn the mortal world, Percy and Annabeth go to mortal schools (just stating the obvious) when mortals start trying to break them apart, but little do they know what Percabeth has been through... I know this is super cliché but I love it. Oh and not...
