Nico Has Never Learned Anything -- A Solangelo Story

Chapter 4- Nico's P.O.V.

-Tuesday-

School is going better now than it was. Paul and I are already starting to get used to each other, since last time went well. We looked at our schedules and got it set up so I come on Saturdays and Tuesdays, making this the third time I've been here for this.

Today, we spent most of the day playing a game. It's been fun, even I have to say that. It's when we start talking about words and how to read that these reading lessons become a problem.

Right now is my mini break time. Sally is making a snack (somehow it slipped that I haven't eaten today) while Paul and Will watch the baby. I decided to sneak away to the bathroom. Usually my breaks are for cracking my head on the wall until I'm not frustrated anymore.

I glance over at Sally in the kitchen. She has music playing. It sounds good but I have no idea what it is.

She doesn't look over at me or anything, making little sandwiches out of crackers, cheese, and ham. I'm excited for it, kind of, since it's a cute snack.

Will has taken baby Estelle into the office room, which immediately distracted Paul, which immediately led to me taking a break. That is a solid reason I'm not so frustrated with this one.

I go over to the bathroom door and start to open it. Then I see one of the bedroom doors half way open. For some reason, it's tempting me, and I need to check it out.

I push the door open a bit more, looking in. It's Percy's room. He's not here...

The door doesn't go any further open, because there's a desk that's covered in all kinds of stuff, including an open notebook with a ton of words written in it. Also including a mug with a gay pride flag on it. It disgusts me. He's parading around the thing I hate most about myself and he isn't even...one of us.

My breath catches in my throat. He's such a messy person, there's dirty laundry on the floor. I'm not sure when he was here last, but I kind of figured Sally would tidy up for him whenever he's gone...? He has baby toys and a play mat in here for Estelle—or for him, I don't want to assume. He can be a baby sometimes.

I think he's usually here during the week as long as nothing crazy happens, but he's Percy Jackson, so crazy things happening is kind of his whole shtick.

I walk into the room, slowly, like I'm going to get caught or something. I make sure to push the door back so it's close to being shut.

My first instinct is to look at that notebook. Is this where he's writing his autobiography thing? I look in it, but of course, I already can barely read without having to do so with shitty handwriting.

I keep the pen that's lying there on the page he's actually working on, and I flip through the book slowly. I'm searching for my own name, mainly, but...I don't know if he would use real names. Is this a diary, or is it something he's ever planning to put out there?

Paul helps him edit it and Paul shouldn't know the things about me that Percy does. I wish he'd stop telling people about me, since it gives a bad first impression.

I catch my name. My full name. He wrote my name, Nico di Angelo, in his diary, as a part of his story...in his really shitty handwriting.

Luckily, I haven't started working on handwriting yet, so no one knows how bad mine is.

Even though I want to check and see if I recognize any words around it and figure out what he really thinks of me, something else possesses me and I quickly shut the book, leaving the pen in it. I take a deep breath. Why am I so excited?! He could have written about what a horrible person I am and how I messed up everything for him.