A Different Reality (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Chp 6 - Percy's POV

They exchanged numbers and parted ways, being careful to not being seen together or even giving a clue they knew each other, just to ease the original owners of their bodies, who'd rather die than risk anyone thinking they were friends.
Percy went to his locker to grab his books for the first class. A lean guy, shorter than him, wearing a dark blue kangaroo came to stand beside him at the lockers, scanning the hallway.
"Hey"

Say hey. That's my friend Jordan.

"Hey"
The red haired asked non chantatly "So... where are you heading to?"
"Class"
"Wait, WHAT? Since when do you go to class? And worse, Mrs. Bailey's class. I thought you hated her. And she hated YOU."
"Well..."

What do I say? 

I don't know, that's your problem, I wanted to skip, remember? 

If there is something I learned being a demigod, when in doubt, always blame someone else for your problems. Or play dumb. Annabeth'd say I do the second one without even try. 

So what are you going to do? 

I'm going for the big guns.

"Mom."
"Ah... she's pestering you about grades, right?"

Pfff.... Liar. My mom stopped worrying about my grades long ago. 

Really? 

Yeah, now she just worries about being arrested. Or joining a gang. Or getting beat to a pulp by the football team. Or being killed by the poodle from apt 503. Or... 

A poodle? 

Don't judge me, you haven't met that vicious beast. 

I won't judge, I said hello to a poodle once. A PINK one. 

... Do I want to know? 

Maybe. But I'm not telling. 

Poodles are the incarnation of Satan himself. 

Agreed.

"And I want to buy a motorcycle. So we agreed that if I could get my grades at least average we could start looking for it. Hey, do you know someone who have one and is thinking about selling?"
Jordan was scratching his chin while murmuring to himself "Jack...no. Weasel...that's is a piece of garbage. Maybe Jim..."
Percy patted his shoulder and started moving down the hallway: "Well, I'm late to class, so we see each other after that, bye"

Nice save. 

Well, when you spend so many missions with a daughter of Athena by your side, you kind of learn how to make a plan really fast. 

I like the 'hit and run' plan. 

Why run? 

Well, I hit so I'll have time to run while they are distracted. And if I don't hit strong enough for them to go down, I want to be far away when they get over the shock of being hit by me. 

Surprise attack from the scrawny, huh? 

Leave the scrawny behind.

***

"Mr. Johnson?"

Hey, it's you! I mean, it's me, but now it's you!
Huh? Oh, right!

"Yes?"
"I'll see you in detention after class"
"What, why?"
"About that little fun you had Friday."

Oh, crap. I forgot about that. With you happening and all, it seemed so far away.