"the very first night" - [p.jackson one-shots]

'seven'

pairing: percy jackson x reader

wordcount: 1.5K

warnings: reader is a swiftie, i know nothing about teenage party games

"Silena, I really don't want to," I whine slightly, laying back against the wall on my bunk bed.

My older half sister raises an eyebrow at me. "Girl, I've known you for five years now and you've never stepped foot in a single party. College parties are part of the experience! You have to at least attend one. And this one is the best one you could pick to come to—it's mine."

I roll my eyes. "But there's... people there." Like him.

"Yeah?" So he might be there.

"I don't like people." Mostly him.

Silena rubs her palm over her face in an annoyed way. "Just come. This one time. Please."

"Okay," I groan. "But only because it's gonna be in our house anyway." So hopefully he's smart enough to stay away.

"Great." Yeah, right.

I regretted it almost immediately. It was being held in our dorm house, downstairs from my bedroom. I wished I was back up there.

Someone offers me a drink, and I politely decline. Not because I don't drink, but because I don't trust anyone here to not have done something to it.

Then, I hear Silena yelling for everyone to get their asses to the living room, so I head in there.

People are sitting in a big circle, more and more kids adding to the line.

"What's going on?" a younger guy asks me, but I shrug. Probably some party game that I've never heard of.

Another girl steps over and says, "Seven minutes in heaven."

"What's that?" I ask, frowning.

"You get locked in a closet with someone for seven minutes," the girl explains. I think her name was Drew, but I might be wrong. "And you get to do anything you want." She raises her eyebrows suggestively.

"Ah," I comment.

"Okay everyone!" Silena claps her hands and flashes a perfect smile. "Who's ready for a game!"

There's an eruption of cheers, and I reluctantly decide to sit down in the circle. I mean, chances are I won't get picked, right? There are dozens of other teenagers here, and...

My thoughts come to a staggered pause as my eyes fall on the one person I never wanted to see again. Especially not here, not now. He's sitting right across from me in the circle, but he doesn't even notice me, laughing with a taller blond guy wth glasses as he chugs something out of a red plastic cup. His sea green eyes sparkle with humour, unfortunately still the prettiest thing I've ever seen. He's wearing a navy hoodie and jeans, a fairly lame outfit for a party. Like come on, even I dressed up a little. (I put on a shirt on with my jeans instead of a sweater).

Silena places a empty soda bottle in the middle of the circle. "Okay," she says loudly. "I'm going to spin this, and whoever it lands on gets to go in the closet!" Her voice bubbles with excitement, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

Who the hell came up with this game, anyway?

Silena's red nails click against the bottle as she sends it spinning. The room goes quiet, all eyes on the plastic. It slows, slows, slows... and stops.