In which Adira Lancaster's story takes a dramatic turn, for better or for worse
OR
Aphrodite decided that her love life need to be dramatic
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Rick Riordin's Percy Jackson series. I DO own Adira Lancaster and my OCs
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A bunch of kids were heading for the gym, and soon I was just one of three hundred fifteen-to-sixteen-year-olds all crammed into the bleachers. A marching band played an out-of-tune fight song that sounded like somebody hitting a bag of cats with a metal baseball bat. Older kids, probably student council members, stood up front modeling the Goode school uniform and looking all, Hey, we're cool. Teachers milled around, smiling and shaking hands with students. My brother was now standing up, speaking with a student along with Corey.
The walls of the gym were plastered with big purple- and-white banners that said WELCOME FUTURE FRESHMEN AND SOPHOMORES, GOODE IS GOOD, WE'RE ALL FAMILY, and a bunch of other happy slogans that pretty much made me want to throw up.
None of the other kids looked thrilled to be here, either. I mean, coming to orientation in June, when school doesn't even start until September, is not cool. But at Goode, "We prepare to excel early!" At least that's what the brochure in my brother's car said.
The marching band stopped playing. A guy in a pinstripe suit came to the microphone and started talking, but the sound echoed around the gym so I had no idea what he was saying. He might've been gargling.
I looked in front of where me and Rachel were sitting.
A boy. About my boyfriend's height, sitting down, with a freaking gray streak of hair in the bangs area. Not to mention, the bouncing of the right knee. ADHD. Major ADHD.
"Percy?" I asked, placing my hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and his eyes widened.
"Princess?" he said, and he immediately hugged me at the waist. He pressed a small kiss on my cheek, and his eyes drifted off to who was right beside me. Rachel was sitting there, looking behind her and not paying attention to me and Percy's interaction.
"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," he said.
Her jaw dropped. "And you're Percy somebody. I didn't get your full name last December when you two tried to kill me."
"Look, I wasn't—I didn't—What the Hades are you doing here?" he said, looking at me, grabbing my wrist.
"Well, turns out, Perseus, my eldest brother, Corey Lancaster, is going to be your new Science teacher. I'm spending the day with him," I laughed.
Rachel shrugged. "Same as you, I guess. Orientation."
"You live in New York?"
"What, you thought I lived at the Hoover Dam?"
It had never occurred to me. Whenever I thought about her, I always figured she lived in the Hoover Dam area, since that's where I'd met her. We'd spent maybe ten minutes together, during which time I'd accidentally swung a f$^%$%# dagger at her, she'd saved my life, and I'd run away chased by a band of supernatural killing machines. You know, your typical chance meeting.
