the Summer House

4 - #SquadGoals

Annabeth

Don't listen to them, I reminded myself.

Drew and her group of stuck up white girls were talking about some new kid. Whoever he was, he didn't sound like a big deal. And you could tell from Drew's voice that he wasn't interested, but she wouldn't give up.

"Hey, Annie, do you think he would hang out with you?"

I turned my head. "Who?"

"The new kid. His name was like, Peter or Perry or something."

"I don't care about some new kid," I retorted. I wasn't some boy-crazy teenage girl.

"You will when you see him."

"Pfft. Why do you care?"

"I don't. Well, I don't care about you. Actually, I hope he's a virgin. Virgins are always more fun to do."

My cheeks burned. What a stupid girl. He would probably be in to girls like her. Weren't most boys?

Class flew by. History was as boring as always, but I got flying colors in this class. I was just good at school. After History, I had Advanced Math, then Advanced English. Then, it was lunch.

My favorite time of the school day.

Percy

Yay, lunch. Now, I know I should be excited, but it was lunch. Everyone had a friend or a place. Heck, I hadn't even tried the food, and I forgot to pack lunch.

I sighed, heading for the back of the long lunch line.

No one noticed me. At my old school, I was picked on for being dyslexic and having ADHD. I didn't get the best grades, but I managed with B's and C's. I had extra help from teachers and tutors, but it was struggle.

I loved to read. Well, I loved the idea of it. I simply couldn't read. My brain would mix up words, or I'd wander off and start thinking about muffins or something.

Imagine this. You want something really bad. Like, really bad. But you can't get it. Why? The problem, is yourself. And you can't even fucking help it. Nothing is standing in your way but youself. Do you know how that feels? That's what I get. I get a mental disorder I wasn't even responsible for. And for absolutely no good reason.

I took on drawing instead. I took on swimming at the beaches. I became good. My dad was named Posiedon for a reason. I had gained his natural ability.

Maybe I should stop talking. I didn't have a choice. Someone called me.

Okay, they didn't call my name, but I knew it was for me.

"Hey, new kid!" A girl in black called. She looked like a punk or goth. No, not goth. Definitely punk or scene. She had highlights in her black hair, which was cut short. She was wearing a black Pierce The Veil shirt and skinny jeans. She was smiling at me. I was still in line, but honestly, I wasn't hungry. I trudged over to her.

"Yeah?"

"So I guess you know your the new kid. That's what I should call you."

I smirked. "I have a name. I'm Percy."

The girl raised an eyebrow mockingly. "Ooo, Persassy here. Someone needs to chill."

I noticed the kids around her. They were so unlike her. They were all different. One girl was playing with an Asian guy's hair, another couple was making out, one boy was playing with scraps of metal, and this blonde had her nose in a book.

"Hey, Percy, go sit by Annabeth on the corner. We, are officially your squad."

"Well, such an honor to be in you squad, person I do not know."

The girl rolled her eyes. "I'm Thalia Grace. That's my brother Jason, his girlfriend, and some other people I'm too lazy to name. Ask 'em yourself."

I shrugged, taking a seat by the bookworm. She hardly realized I was there. She was busy turning pages to some book. Lucky.

"Uh, hi," I said, waving my hand.

She didn't notice.

"What's your name?"

She didn't answer.

"What are you reading."

She glanced at me sideways. Why wasn't she listening to me?

"Let me see that," I said, snatching the book from her hands.

Haha, that was a mistake.

She punched me in the gut. Hard enough to shock me, light enough for me to recover fast.

"Don't touch my book," she mumbled. And then she left before I could get her name. Or see her face.

"Who, who was that?" I asked the others. Thalia snickered.

"That, my friend, is the dark one of our group."

Really? I thought Thalia would be the dark one.

"Well, she's fine, until you make a stupid move. She'll tell you her name."

"Where did she go?"

"She probably went to the library."

"What the hell do I do? First person I make small talk with punches me!"

"Idiot, talk to her later. And she doesn't hate you. She just wants you to suffer."

"Oh, great."

(A\N)

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