𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 - 𝐩𝐣𝐨

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 - 𝟐

For the rest of term Jordyn made true to her promise. She didn't get in trouble once, which was shocking for both her and the teachers.

Of course, the girl and her gang of preppy rich kids stared at her with a mix of pure fear and anger when she passed them by in the hallway, and Jordyn occasionally like to flinch in their direction, and she had to smother her laughter when all of the girls trip over themselves to get away from her.

Unfortunately for Jordyn, they got tired of being played with. Not only did they hire the skater boys to act as personal bodyguards to escort them from class to class, but they somehow learned of Jordyn's "probation," and abused it to no ends.

They harassed her at breaks, copied off her homework answers, spilt food on her. Every single time they even approached her, Jordyn had to will herself not to sucker punch them all in face. It was easier with Mr. Brunner's words running through her head.

"You must pick and choose your battles, Jordyn."

She took the old man's advice to heart. She had a particularly wicked plan for the girls, and she pulled it off easily. You see, those girls had money. Lots of it. It could buy them whatever they want whenever they want it, but it could never buy them intelligence.

When they would copy off of her for homework, she let them. She let them copy off of her work for weeks, in different classes as well. It miraculously never crossed the girls' minds to question why it was so easy to take Jordyn's answers. If they needed to hand the work in to the teacher, Jordyn would 'misplace it' and the teacher would eventually forget about it. She knew it was a risky move, but vengeance was fuelling her past her doubts. Then, when she felt like she had accumulated enough evidence, every class she had, she told the teachers what the girls had been doing.

Jordyn couldn't help the smile that she got each time she went to class and saw every single one of them getting a good talking to. Twice they were all sent to the principal's office. Apparently after classes ended, all the preppy girls would come together to share my answers. Since they were technically copying Jordyn's answers, girls who weren't even her class had to be called in.

It was the most satisfying thing Jordyn had ever experienced in a long time.

In between their detentions, Jordyn was expecting to be left alone, but she was instead the victim of a new kind of harassment from the last person she expected it to come from.

Grover Underwood had been on her case since day one. He was constantly asking her if she wanted to come sit at his table with Percy, and if they could walk the halls together. At first, Jordyn thought the boy was either incredibly sick and tired of Percy, but after observing them for two weeks, they still seemed tight knit. Grover needed Percy, Jordyn realised. He was a perfect target for bullying. He was scrawny, peace loving, crippled, cried when he was frustrated. Percy was like his lifeline in this Thunderdome of a school.

Speaking of the boy, he wasn't as annoying as Jordyn originally predicted him to be. After that first day, he drifted away from Jordyn and rarely ever talked to her. They only really spoke during a group project in Latin class with Grover and Mr. Brunner.

Jordyn really liked Mr. Brunner. He reminded her of the cool grandpa she never had. Her grandparents—well grandparent—hated her and her mother, but that's a story for another day. He told them stories and let them play games in class. He had the most amazing collection Roman armour and weapons Jordyn had ever seen, and that was coming from her, a child who had a mother who was feral for all things Greek and Roman and ancient in general. It was honestly scared Jordyn how invested her mother was with the myths and the early twentieth century.

Sometimes, Jordyn liked to entertain the thought that her mother was a little crazy. She asked her once what the big deal was, and why she was so obsessed with them.