MiniAnnabeth's People meet Demigods

Rory Idiart: Solangelo

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Rory POV

It was a fairly normal day at Riverhawk Highschool. As normal as it can be when your best friend is a demigod.

Yeah, that's right. I know about the mist, and demigods, and monsters. I've been a clear sighted mortal since I was born. And, believe me, I've seen some pretty freaky stuff. My name is Rory Idiart. I'm sixteen. And, honestly, at this point, I'm just trying to get through high school without any trouble. 

My best friend is Nico Di Angelo, Son of Hades. Everyone else has dubbed him, around the school, "that one scarey goth kid." Literally. That's it. I doubt anyone even really knows his name. But thats also probably because he mostly lurks in the shadows, prefering not to talk to anyone except when his camp friends came to visit for a day once. It's not like he's scared of what other people think, or shy (though people think he is). He just doesn't care for other human interaction.

He'll sit with me during lunch, probably because he has almost no where else to sit as its a large school. Half the time, I just bring my lunch, because, by the time I get to the cafeteria, all of the food's gone. Lets just say the school is severely under funded. No, I will not elaborate.

I struggle to pull all of my dirty-blonde hair into a ponytail before making my way into the school building. Glancing around to see if I can see Nico despite being late to class, I walk into the office to sign in using one of the machines at the front. The lady at the front desk gives me a bored look as she hands me the slip to hand to my biology teacher,  as I slip out of the office, and slink my way to the classroom. 

Whatever I expected when I walked into class, this was not it. I'm not sure what I expected. Probably just for my teacher to be mildly annoyed. Mainly because everyone is usually to tired to do anything before twelve o'clock. Anything that happens after...well, it's best not to mention it.

Today everyone acts like they had got jolted by an electric fence, followed by ten shots of expresso. The only person who wasn't jumping up and down in their seats happened to be the only adhd kid in the room. Asher Forcraft. Which was extremely strange, considering how hyper energetic that seventeen year old usually is. But his also has me thinking some kind of potion had been released in the water to make everyone act differently.

My theory happened to dissipate though when it turns out the whole track team got free coffee this morning (why, I will never know). That didn't explain Asher's sudden dreariness though. I'm very observant, and not once has this teenager ever stopped talking. 

But I don't say anything though, just silently hand my exasperated teacher the slip of paper, to which she hardly even looks at, and slide into the empty seat in the back. I sigh. This is going to be a long day.

...

It's five minutes before lunch as I walk down to the nearest McDonald's with Nico. I already know that by one thirty that the lunch line extends down the hall. The only people allowed to cut ahead are the graduating seniors. I'm only a junior. Finding no point in waiting in a line for half an hour for food that's less than savory, I usually walk with Nico to some fast food place. 

Sometimes his boyfriend, Will, will join us. Will is pretty much if you put the sun into a person. Calm, and cheerfully optimistic. He quite literally glows with happiness. While also having the vibes of having seven mental breakdowns before noon, drinking twenty coffees a day, and never, in slightest, getting enough sleep. Which is kind of understandable, because honestly, who does?

Today happened to be one of those days. Will was standing by the entrance, checking something or another on his phone. He quickly shoved his phone in his jean pocket as soon as he saw us, mainly Nico, walking up.