𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 ; 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 (Requests open)

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 - (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐲)

Nancy Bobofit's POV

This day? Absolute trash. First off, it's Monday, which automatically means it's going to suck. Then there's the fact that I'm stuck at this ridiculous "reform" boarding school. Yeah, because apparently, being sent away for "troubled young ladies" is my dad's brilliant solution to dealing with me. He thinks I need "help." Please. The kleptomania thing? It’s not even that serious. I just happen to have sticky fingers, okay?

Anyway, today we have a field trip to the Manhattan Natural History Museum. Can you think of anything more boring? Like, who even cares about old bones and stuffed animals? I’d much rather be at the mall, where there are actual things happening, like shopping and cute guys. But no, I’m here, in a place where the only thing fossilized is my will to live.

Time Skip

"And now, we'll move on to the marine animals exhibit!" the tour guide announces like we're supposed to be excited. A room full of fish tanks. Wow. Riveting. Everyone else is either zoning out or pretending to care, but me? I stopped paying attention hours ago.

I'm about to let my mind wander when I spot something—or rather, someone. And suddenly, it’s like everything in the world zooms into focus.

There, standing by one of the tanks, is the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous guy I've ever seen. And I'm not exaggerating. He's tall, maybe six foot one, with a lean, athletic body. Not one of those obnoxiously muscle-bound gym rats, but definitely someone who works out just enough to look effortlessly hot. His black hair is perfectly tousled, like he just rolled out of bed looking that good. And then there’s his face—like, wow. Chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, and those eyes. Oh. My. God. His eyes. They're this striking, deep green, like emeralds or something straight out of a movie. I swear, it’s like I’ve seen those eyes before, but I can’t place it. Whatever. He’s a total ten.

Without missing a beat, I decide to make my move. I mean, how could I not? He’s literally the hottest guy I've seen in forever, and the way he’s staring at that fish tank? There’s something almost... thoughtful about him. Not in a nerdy way, but like he’s got layers, you know?

I flash him a smile. He notices me, thank God, and—wait for it—he smiles back. Jackpot. His smirk is the kind of dangerous that makes you want to break rules. It’s confident, maybe a little cocky, but in a way that says, “Yeah, I’m trouble, but you’d still risk it.” My heart skips a beat. Yup, this guy is my next obsession.

I leave my class behind—they won’t even notice I’m gone—and head his way. I've already got it all planned out in my head. First, I’ll flirt a little, test the waters, and then we’ll go from there. He seems like the kind of guy who likes a little banter. I bet our first date will be epic, something spontaneous. Maybe we’ll skip school together and hit the city. He looks like he’d be down for that.

But then, just as I’m about to open my mouth and introduce myself, she shows up.

A blonde girl—tall, athletic, and annoyingly gorgeous—appears out of nowhere and sidles up next to him. His smirk turns into a full-on grin when he sees her, and then... he kisses her on the cheek. Just like that, my perfect fantasy shatters into a million pieces. He’s taken. Of course he’s taken. Why wouldn’t he be? Guys like that are always off the market.

I stop dead in my tracks, feeling like an idiot. They link hands, and my stomach twists with jealousy as they turn to leave. But just as they're about to walk through the doorway, the guy glances back at me. My heart leaps. Maybe, just maybe, he’s having second thoughts. Maybe he realizes that I’m the one he should be with, not her. Maybe—

"Ever get over that klepto habit of yours?" he asks, smirking.

Wait. What?

I stare at him, dumbfounded. How... how does he know about that? Before I can even begin to process, the blonde girl pulls him along, laughing like this is all some big joke. “Percy!” she says, playfully scolding him. “We’re going to be late!”

Percy?

That name triggers something deep in my brain, like a light switch flipping on. Percy... Percy... Percy Jackson.

Oh. My. God. I stand there in shock as the realization crashes over me. Green eyes, the name Percy, and the klepto comment—it all clicks into place. That hot guy? The one I’ve been mentally planning my entire future with? He’s that Percy. The Percy Jackson.

I almost laugh out loud. The same scrawny, dyslexic loser I used to torment at Yancy Academy? The kid who could barely keep his grades up, the one I made fun of every chance I got? That Percy Jackson? No way. This guy is nothing like the awkward kid I remember. He’s confident, cocky even. And—God help me—he’s hot.

How did that Percy Jackson grow up into... this?