My Angel (Solangelo high school Au)

The art of being a grumpy cat in love

Nico

I tried to smile, but nothing would come. I wanted to be excited, to express it, but my face remained emotionless. After everything, why wasn't I able to be happy?

I was scared. That's it. And I was angry. My hands formed into fists, as if trying to squeeze the betrayal out of my system. How could he do this?

Percy had noticed how I'd been acting differently. He had pointed it out, a flash of concern on his face. My heart was pounding when he brought it up. I tried to avoid it as much as possible, but I knew better. Percy got answers out of me, yet not the whole truth. I hadn't wanted to explain everything to him, since I was still trying to understand things. That conversation turned into nervous laughter, and we went our separate ways.

Will didn't notice, which I was glad. I didn't want to dump all of my personal problems on him. I needed to be there for him.

How could he do this?

I walked back into class, more angry than before. I didn't pay attention to anything. At the end of the class, I wanted to punch someone.

I trusted him. I really did trust him. But at the end of the day, he's not trustworthy. He didn't even tell me. How could he do this?

Art was next, and I really didn't want to go. Even with Will in there. I tried to avoid it, but I couldn't. I had to go to that classroom.

I reluctantly sat down into my seat, which was next to Will's. Will smiled as he recognized me. I tried to smile back.

"Hey Neeks," he said cheerfully, or as cheerfully as he is after everything.

I replied, but didn't hear the words coming out of my mouth. I knew I said something, and something I would normally say, because Will's smile never faltered. The oblivious glint in his eyes was familiar, but lacking. On some deeper level, I could tell Will knew something was wrong, but he kept smiling.

The teacher only made things worse. Her fake smile, her spiteful glare at me. And to add the cherry on top, I was constantly distracted by Will. By him. That was the worst part of it. And Will could notice my distraction, so he barely talked to me, unlike every other time we had this class.

The rest of the day flew by. I was anxious at the thought of going home. When the bell rang I bolted out of the building.

"Neeks!" I heard someone call out behind me. I ignored him. It was a bitchy thing to do, ignoring Will, but I couldn't talk to him right now. Still, it left me with a shity feeling.

"Neeks?" I heard him say, more faintly this time. More hurt. I continued walking, even though every muscle in my body wanted to turn around and talk to Will. To make him smile. But I couldn't. No, I wouldn't. I just wouldn't.

Keys in my hand, I started the motorcycle. The sound drowned out all the regrets, and part of me longed to go back to make amends with Will. My hand hovered over the throttle. Looking over my shoulder quickly, I saw Will, an expression of hurt portrayed on his face. I wanted to jump off the motorcycle, but I didn't. I turned my focus to the handle, and pulled the throttle. I drove off, knowing I hurt Will. But at that moment, I didn't care.

Hazel was waiting for me, at the steps of the school. Frank was holding her, and there was no doubt that she told Frank about him. She smiled as she saw me drive up. My expression remained emotionless.

She said goodbye to Frank, then hopped on the motorcycle. She said something, but the motorcycle muffled her voice, like a whisper in a hurricane.

The drive home was thankfully silent, except for the roar of the motorcycle. At the house, I unlocked the door, since no one was there. I was glad.