the forbidden child|| Male oc X Percy Jackson (rewrite)

1. Lets start at the beginning

(I don't own Percy Jackson, also this is inspired by a story I read )
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"I don't care how sorry you are that child isn't welcome here next year!"

I remember a wince escaping, a result of the tone my old principal had when berating my dad.

"I understand." He said in a dull voice.

The chair grated against the floor. I heard the light sound of my dad's footsteps muffled from the door. With the twist of the knob he opened it and looked down at me.

I sat down at one of the chairs in front of the principal's office with a troubled expression.

He gave me a forced smile. "Let's go, champ." He said trying to sound upbeat. I knew it was an act but I didn't call him out for it.

Wordlessly I hopped off of my seat. I trudged behind him as he walked forward. We walked through the old halls of my school— well former one at least, in silence.

As we walked eyes watched us like we were a sitcom. Students, teachers. Everyone seemed to be whispering something, talking to each other, all about one thing. Me. I force myself to ignore it. I don't give into their words, I don't let them provoke me no matter how much they sting. I hear some calling me a curse, some calling me a scorn.

In that moment I felt so suffocated.

It was like being buried in millions of pillows. I thought I'd never make it out. Yet, somehow, I found myself in my dad's car.

One of his delivery trucks for his bakery. My little stunt disrupted him while he was at work. My eyes are black eyes are glued to my sneakers. I want to say something but it's like my voice is stolen; all I can do is sit in silence as my dad drives down the road.

It feels almost like taboo to let a word break the heavy silence. Well, at least it felt that way for me. My dad didn't seem to have the same problems.

"Cheer up, kiddo. Always more schools out there." He tried to sound not completely hopeless. I pause to allow my gaze to be torn from my shoes. I glance up at him. My dad always was a special man, to me at least. He'd comfort you even if you lost a race to a snail. That's just the kind of guy he was. It felt wrong, I should've been comforting him.

He wasn't the one who gotten kicked out of five, no, six schools now. My eyes fell down to my lap. I searched it for answers that weren't there.

"It wasn't your fault."

It felt weird because he was technically right. It wasn't like he meant to do any of the crazy dumb stuff that happened to him; it all really was just a set of unfortunate events. It was like whatever he touched ended up causing havoc.

The most normal thing he ever went through was a bear patting his head and pointing him back to his class while on a field trip.

"Why do you keep me around?"

My dad paused. I watched as the horror creeped over his face like his biggest fears came to fruition. It was something he probably hoped I never said. For a moment he took his eyes off the road and stared at me.

From how he looked I figure he could see the doubt in my eyes. This was a layer of insecurity I had felt for a while now. I was a bother to my dad, someone who only caused him trouble.

"Danny, don't say something crazy like that." He said sounding like I was crazy. I could see the cogs in his brain turning. He was thinking of how to handle such a delicate situation.

"But all I do is cause trouble." I said as my eyes sketched the lines in my hands "wouldn't it be easier if you didn't have to look out for me?"

"Buddy, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I wouldn't trade you for the world."