Fangirl School (Percy Jackson)

Lessons

(Percabeth won the vote. Here goes.)

I smiled back at Ms. Ortiz. "My OTP is Percabeth."

"That's lovely, darling," Ms. Ortiz said. "Come in, pick a seat at the table at the very end of the room." Ms. Ortiz pointed, and I went and picked a seat in the front. The room's desks were arranged in four long, Hogwarts-style tables.

A few minutes later Fiona plopped down next to me again. She said hi, and I said hi back, before Ms. Ortiz clapped her hands to get our attention.

"Hi, everyone, I'm Ms. Ortiz. I'm your Shipping teacher. The table you're at is your OTP table, and this is your seat for the rest of the year, unless you can switch with someone from the same table. Now, in this class, all you do is talk about why your OTP is, well, your OTP. We'll have class discussions and table-wide discussions, but for now talk to your neighbor about your OTP. You'll discuss why you like it. You may begin."

I looked at Fiona. She turned to me. "Y/N, wasn't it?"

I nodded. "Fiona, aren't you?"

"Yes," she said. "So the OTPs are Percabeth, yes? I love them because they remind me of me and this boy I know... he's in the other class. They're so dynamic, she's smart and he's not that bright, yet they get along...in their own way. Just like me and the boy. What about you?"

I blinked. Fiona spoke really fast, and she'd only just met me and practically told me she had a crush on a guy in the other class. "I love them because... they're Percabeth."

Fiona raised an eyebrow and smiled. "You and I are gonna get along just fine, Y/N."

We spent the rest of the thirty minutes getting to know each other instead of talking about the ship. Fiona used to live on a farm with her parents, but she'd moved in here with her grandmother after she'd gotten the scholarship. She'd been long-distance besties with the boy from the other class, whose name was Brandon. I told her about my life before I'd come here and we shared out excitement of being actual students in Fangirl School. Fiona was really nice and really nerdy, kind of like Annabeth or Hermione Granger from Harry Potter (A/N I'm multifandom). I loved how her brown eyes got that little twinkle in them when she talked about her life, and the little braids in her short blond hair.

Ms. Ortiz clapped her hands again at the end of class. "Okay, everyone, that concludes our first Shipping Class. Thank you for your time, now go to your next class. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Everyone filed out of class. We had Digital Design next, where we'd learn how to edit photos of people. Fiona and I walked to class together, and we waited outside as the teacher, Mr. King, instructed us on what to do.

"Hi everyone, my name is Mr. King and I will be your Digital Design teacher. Go inside, and you will find a desk with your name on it. The desk will have a laptop on it along with a charger and a mouse. These are yours to keep, even over the summer and after you graduate. The school paid for these, so you're welcome. You may switch seats, but as long as the occupant of the seat you want to switch to is okay with switching. You may go inside."

We walked inside. My seat was in the middle row between Giovanni Peterson and Lucinda Walker, so I sat down.

"You guys may have this class to customize your laptops and play around with them, and tomorrow I'll show you how to change an eye color. You may begin," said Mr. King.

I turned my laptop on. It was a rose-gold MacBook Air, and it turned on really fast. Throughout the lesson, I found out that Lucinda Walker was really good with editing, and Giovanni Peterson wasn't very bright academically, but was a great chess player. He beat me in three games.

After Digital Design, we had Character Life, then lunch. In Character Life, we were supposed to do things like design a certain character's bedroom, customize a phone for them, et cetera. I walked there chatting with Fiona, again, and we sat next to each other in the front row as the teacher, a young lady who insisted we call her by her first name, Helena, told us today's assignment.

"So as you may know, in Fangirl School you're allowed laptops and phones all the time here," she said. "Bring out your phones, all of you. I want you to open your Notes app, and you're going to create a contacts list for Percy Jackson. The names on the board are the people I want you to create contact names for. Today it's just Percy, when you're done show it to me and I'll write down your grade, and then you can do whatever you want. Talk to your friends, use your phone or your laptop, anything. Go ahead, Fangirls and boys."

I pulled my (your phone type) out of my pocket and opened onto the Notes app, and typed out this list.

Annabeth: Wise Girl ❤❤

Grover: Goat Boy

Sally: Best Mom Eva

Thalia: Pinecone Face

Luke: Kronos but he's blond

Rachel: R.E.D.

Nico: McDonald's's Most Frequent Customer

Will: Sunny

I decided to leave it there, since we weren't supposed to do Heroes Of Olympus characters yet. I would've written Will as Nico's Boyfriend, but that hadn't happened yet.

I got up and showed Helena my list, and she wrote a 10/10 on her notebook. Afterwards, I found Fiona again and we exchanged numbers. That gave us an idea, and we started taking numbers from everyone in the class. By the end, we had created a class-wide WhatsApp group chat and named it "My Mother Teaches Me Bullfighting." I made Fiona and me the admins, and what slayed was no one could unadmin or remove me, since I was the creator.

The bell rang, and now we had lunch. Apparently, every Fandom had a separate lunch because the Harry Potter Sorcerer's Stone years alone took up the entire cafeteria. The PJO Fandom all went down to lunch. I'd gotten a packed lunch, and I found a small table at the corner of the cafeteria where I sat with Fiona, Delphine from my class, Giovanni Peterson and his twin Jeveskia from Class A God Buys Us Cheeseburgers, Fiona's friend Brandon from the same class, and a few other kids.

So far, everything was perfect.