𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚔𝚒𝚍 - percy jackson x oc

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒

VALERIA WAS NOT A FAN of school. She believed that it was a system built on years of prejudice and brainwashing that needed a serious reformation.

Yet there she sat in the auditorium of Goode High School, taking an exam about A Tale of Two Cities. She was not even enrolled in this school, but of course she had to suffer for two hours in the winter exams with the rest of these kids.

Valeria tapped her #2 pencil against the table as she read over the question: How does the Bastille in Paris add to the setting?

She was about to answer when her eyes caught on her watch. She had borrowed it from Beckendorf back at camp, who threatened to put Greek fire in her bed if she did not return it. Valeria had laughed and said, "The joke is on you, I do not have a bed!"

She turned her head slightly and saw a boy with black hair sitting directly behind her, hunched over his paper. He did not seem to actually be answering any questions, though. He was doodling...something (were those hearts?)...along the edges.

Valeria threw her pencil by his feet. Then she whispered, "Hey, mind getting that for me?"

The proctors were on the other side of the auditorium, no doubt gossiping about how bad the test scores would be.

The boy nodded and bent down to grab her pencil. When he appeared back over the table, he had wide eyes and his mouth was hanging open slightly.

"Thanks, Kelp Head," she said with a wide smile as she took the pencil from him. She turned back around, her curls swaying.

She quickly answered the final question about the Bastille and raised her hand. One of the proctors rushed over and Valeria said, "Done," as she handed her the paper.

"Thank you," the woman said. "Have a good winter break!"

"You too." Valeria smiled and walked out of the auditorium.

This school was decent. The tiles were pearly white as were the walls, but kind of in a mental institution way.

She waited for about two seconds when she heard feet rushing out of the auditorium. She turned just as Percy stumbled out of the room and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"To pick up you, of course."

And without another word, Valeria pushed open the metal double doors that led outside. Percy was a stuttering mess as he followed her.

It was freezing this winter. Valeria wore a heavy white coat that she had borrowed from Silena Beauregard, which was from some designer in Paris. Snowflakes got caught in her hair, which made it look like someone splattered white paint on her head.

"What are we doing?" Percy asked, running slightly to keep up with her fast pace.

"I had a dream/vision," Valeria said briskly. "We have to go this way."

"That clears things up." Percy huffed.

They entered Carl Shirts Park and Valeria approached an iron fence.

"Oh, come on," Percy complained. "You're seriously not going to—"

Valeria waved her hand and dark mist stairs appeared before her, allowing her to easily climb over the wall. However, as soon as Percy tried to climb, his feet fell right through the magical steps.

Valeria laughed and said, "Come on!"

Percy cursed her under his breath and climbed over the fence.

As soon as he made it to the other side, he grabbed her hand. She raised a brow and he said, "What? I'm cold!"