In which, Adira Lancaster falls in love with her rival, Percy Jackson
OR
he falls in love with her first, unknowingly.
She only seemed to think about a rivalry. Nothing else. Zilch. Nada. Zip.
-disclaimer- I do not own the Percy Jackson Books, or an...
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The gym was in flames. Kids were still running around screaming. I heard sirens wailing and a garbled voice over the intercom. Through the glass windows of the exit doors, I could see the headmaster wrestling with the lock, a crowd of teachers piling up behind him.
"Adira..." Percy stammered. "How did you...how long have you..."
"Pretty much all morning." I said, putting my arrowhead into my pocket. "I tried this morning, but couldn't do so... Adam. I've been trying to find a good time to tell you Adam's pronouns are she/her," I laughed. I looked at his neck, realizing the ring I slid onto his necklace was still onto it, and I smiled.
"The shadow I saw this morning—that was—Oh my gods, you were looking in my bedroom window?"
My eyes widened.
"There's no time to explain!" I snapped, though I could've sworn I looked a little red-faced myself. "I just didn't want to—"
"There!" a woman screamed. The doors burst open and the adults came pouring in.
"Meet me outside," I told them. "And him." I pointed to Tyson, who was still sitting dazed against the wall. My eyes widened, and I tried not to gag. "You'd better bring him."
"What?"
"No time!" I said. "Hurry!"
I put on my cap, which was a magic gift from my mom's sister, the goddess Athena, and instantly vanished.
...
I was waiting for Percy and Tyson in an alley down Church Street. I pulled Tyson and Percy off the sidewalk just as a fire truck screamed past, heading for Meriwether Prep.
"Where'd you find him?" I demanded, pointing at Tyson.
Percy could barely talk. He was just gawking at me. He reached to my bruise, which stayed on my face for the past few months. I smacked his hand away. "Hands off, seaweed brain," I warned. "Answer... the... question.
"He's my friend," he told me.
"Was he homeless? Is he homeless?"
"What does that have to do with anything? He can hear you, you know. Why don't you ask him?"
"I talk," Tyson admitted. "You are really very pretty."
"Thanks," I mumbled, and I stepped away from him.
"Tyson," Percy said in disbelief. "Your hands aren't even burned."
