νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 3.5-4: SURPRISE

TEMPEST

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"Hey! HEY!"

Whether or not it's the championship game, I don't really give a damn. I watched as some kid- Packer, number 5- got Percy down to his knees and put him in a headlock. I heard our side of the game screaming in outrage and the ref blew the whistle rapidly, trying to get to Percy in time, but I watched his face turning red as I skated over to him, ignoring the horrible screech of my skates on the ice.

I clocked into the kid with my side and wrapped my arm around and started wailing on him, ignoring the way his teammate and side of the crowd started screaming in horror. He choked and let go of Percy, but I had one hand gripping the front of his helmet and the other one flying in and out of it, punching him in the face as fast and as hard as I could.

Funny how my coach thought I would the one in the most danger since I'm "just a girl" and I'm "physically weaker than boys", when in reality, I'm probably the biggest problem on the team. Percy gasped for air as me and Packer slid back, him trying to scratch at my hands as I punched his face from behind. The ref finally got over and ripped me off of Packer, throwing me down on the ice. I saw blood splattering the floor and sat up, watching as Percy scratched his throat. He had his helmet off and I realized his nose was bleeding, too, though I didn't know if it's because Packer started it with a head-on collision or from the attempted murder via asphyxiation.

I crawled over to him and put my hands around his shoulders. "Boy, are you okay?!" I had to scream over the sound of the crowd. Both teams were called off- probably since this was a pretty violent incident- but I had to make sure Percy was okay.

He coughed and nodded, though still scratched his throat. "Just t-tired."

"JACKSON!"

Both of us turned our heads. I had gotten pretty used to being called that.

Coach waved us over. I helped Percy to his feet and led him to the coach.

"Jackson," he pointed at me, "you're out."

"All game?!" I yelled. "Packer started it! He tried to kill Percy!"

"You broke his nose!"

"He nearly broke my Percy!" I yelled back. I got in his face, which made him cower away, since I'm six inches taller even without my gear. "Is Packer out?!"

"W-well, yeah! He has to go to the hospital!"

"That's fair," I admitted.

"Look, Tempest, just be glad they're not making us forfeit the whole game," Coach said. "You just have to be out."

I turned to Percy and clapped his back. "You good, boy?"

He nodded, though he panted slightly. "I'm fine."

"Broke nose?"

"Nose fine."

"Don't be a jacka..." My eyes trailed up to the stands, and I met a familiar pair of storm-grey eyes and curly blonde hair. She wore a blue hoodie and dark blue jeans, and sat towards the top, her head slightly down so she didn't draw notice to herself, but she should know by now that I'll always notice her.