Internet Friends (Percico)

Chapter 9

-Nico-

from: percy💙
p: nico
(3:14pm)
p: nico it's february 9th
(3:14pm)
p: it's valentines day in less than a week
(3:14pm)
p: and i have no idea what to get annabeth
(3:15pm)

n: okay calm urself
(3:24pm)
n: first off roses are always a yes
(3:24pm)
n: so are chocolates
(3:24pm)
n: does she like puppies??
(3:25pm)

p: idk i think she's more a cat person
(3:26pm)

n: what the fuck
(3:27pm)
n: okay no alright that's okay
(3:27pm)
n: a kitten then??
(3:28pm)

p: her dads allergic
(3:29pm)

n: fuck
(3:31pm)
n: okay
(3:31pm)
n: just go with the roses and pray
(3:31pm)

-

I honestly absolutely hate school. Like, actually hate it. What's the point of making people that don't want to be there sit in stuffy classrooms that smell of sweat learning about how to calculate the area of a fucking circle?

None. There is no point.

So, as you can probably tell I'm pretty pissed right now. At nothing really in particular, just at school itself.

I hadn't even replied to Percy. Percy. Sweet, New Yorker Percy. I think that says a lot.

I was currently sat at my squad's lunch table, headphones in with Beach Weather's 'swoon' playing. (A/N: highly recommend, i saw them live when i saw sws in february and they were literally a+++)

I knew someone from the squad was calling my name. Trying to get my attention. I ignored them and continued scrolling through Instagram.

Then I felt someone rip out my right earphone. My head jerked up.

"What?" I said.

"Will told us about your boyfriend." Travis grinned. My face heated up as I saw the squad staring at me intently.

"I don't have a boyfriend." I replied.

"What's his name, Neeks?" Silena asked, blue eyes glittering, "Will only told us it began with P."

"I don't have a boyfriend." I smiled lightly at Silena. I couldn't be mad at her. "I have a friend. His name's Percy, lives up in New York. Real cutie, but sadly he has a girlfriend and is indeed straight."

Clarisse, who was sat beside me, ruffled my hair and smiled roughly. "Aw, sorry man."

"It's okay, I don't like him like that anyway," I said, casting a glare to a sheepish looking Will, who was tucked into Connor's side, "even though some would say different."

"But you seemed into him when you spoke on the phone!" Will defended with a guilty smile.

"My dear Will, perhaps there's just this thing called 'being a nice person'." I rolled my eyes.