Always You - Nico di Angelo x Reader (Oneshots)

Group Projects

A/N - here is a little trope that might not often be used, but should definitely be.

Also, it might be a little random, but hang in there. It might also be good.

Personally, I like it.

Anyways, enjoy!

Godly Parent: Athena

- Third Person's POV -

You despised group projects.

They were just silly excuses for teachers to not make any effort into teaching their students. Group projects have the kids helping each other among themselves. It's like the blind leading the blind.

Pathetic.

You had worked all term long so you could keep up your grades, already struggling to manage everything at home now that you go to Camp Half Blood every summer.

You were called to be a demigod for a reason, for crying out loud. Your short attention span and spur of the moment decisions never made you able to get so far in any education field.

Now, every single day at school, you have to deal with these hooligans to finish up a whole semester's worth of projects together.

The popular kids were the worst. Sure, they might be cool and all that, but they're nothing short of mindless idiots.

You already felt like a stupid Athena kid in camp (you were more into history than any scientific research), and you still have to deal with being a dumbo in class.

Your eyes scanned the group members in front of you, sniffing coldly as you noticed how the jocks, cheerleaders, and other goofs were just chatting amongst each other. Not one of them bothered to even pick up a pencil, much less a notebook.

Were all popular kids like this?

You noticed Nico, one of the basketball players, wasn't very active in the ongoing conversation.

He had this quiet, stuck-up aura. It was as if he knew better than any other person in the room.

You had spotted him a few times during your combined training sessions at camp, but rarely had the courage to walk up and talk to him.

Not bothering to pay any more attention to him, you opened your laptop and began to work.

Hours went by as you tried your best to ignore all distractions and achieve your goal for the day, just so you wouldn't have much of a burden back at home.

You didn't even look up from your screen until class was over. And you were very, very exhausted.

With drowsy eyes, you sent the shared document through a link to the group chat, hoping that at least one of the members could get the hint and try to help out here and there.

You worked day and night, praying every time for you to be able to get over this project quickly.

For the rest of the month, to your surprise, you were able to see some progress on the report made by an anonymous editor.

The said person contributed an enormous amount of the workload, always sending out their version of the analysis to complete the report.

You had no idea who it was, but who cares? The project was going so super well.

~ time skip ~

The last week of the semester was filled with a very, very tense atmosphere that filled the halls of the school.

Nobody dared to disrupt the learning process of others. students. Not even the bullies, who were downright terrified that they might not even make it to the next grade.

You've been grinding and fighting through the pain the whole time you were preparing for the submission day.

It was awful, but should be totally worth it to get the grade for your report card. You could only imagine that big, fat A+ in red ink.

However, your dreams were quickly shut down when reality gave you a slap in the face.

On the last night of the project, you realized with a pang of dread that the most important part of the report wasn't finished.

It was a crucial question that needed to be answered, and might as well take about five hours to do it on minimum.

The looming pressure of making up the analysis crashed over you as you slumped over your desk. You felt like there was no point in going on any longer.

Gosh, you just wanted to break down and cry. The glaring screen was making your eyes burn as tears threatened to fall onto your cheeks.

You blinked. All of a sudden, it was as if a miracle had just happened.

The anonymous editor, who's been helping you all this time, entered the document and pasted a whole fifteen-page analysis at the last minute.

You didn't even bother to check. You immediately pressed the submit button, breathing in a sigh of relief.

You were about to crash into your bed when your curiosity got the best of you. Maybe now you could spare a minute or two to discover who this anonymous writer is.

You scrolled to the very bottom of the shared document, expecting a list of all the group members.

Your heart leapt when there, written in the prettiest font ever, were the names of only two authors.

Written by: Y/N L/N and Nico di Angelo

A/N - I've written about three oneshots in the span of less than a day. So far, my record was about five. Let's see if I could beat past that.

Omg I miss reading all your comments so much. It kinda feels like having a little friend group to talk to.

You guys are so sweet, thanks for stopping by to read my posts every week :D

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Until next time,

- FantasyDemiWitch