A Different World (Percy Jackson Fan-fiction.)

Chapter 2

I sent out a kick that connected to his stomach but all it did was slow him down. He threw a straight punch and I slipped to the left, using my momentum I brought my fist onto his liver. I continued forward using my right hand I pushed him forward timing my roundhouse kick that connected squarely on his cheek.

Now one thing me and my almost brother share in common, is that we hate to be upstaged in competition. Fury filled Dan's eyes and he let loose a short yell as he charged me. I parried a couple of his punches, using my forearms to absorb the blows. Shortly I returned with my own, I connected with a couple but left myself open as he ducked under one. Following the force of my body I threw a spinning backhand. He caught it and punched me in the cheek, unable to move it hit me strongly. As he went to continue the combo I backed away, making sure he continued his advance. Timing his step I jumped slightly off the ground and spun, throwing my right leg straight out sideways as I finished the turn. The bottom of my foot hit him square in the chest with enough force to send him onto his back. Which, due to the new rules and conditions meant I won.

I went over and helped him up, showing good sportsmanship like always. We both knew how sweet victory was, but the sour taste of defeat always lingers on our tongue, refusing to fade even for a second. Due to that knowledge, we always show respect. Even though we promised never to get angry at eachother, win or lose, I could see hate in his eyes.

"Great fight bruv, truly the best one yet," I gripped his shoulder. Trying to lift his spirits, to make him feel better, yet my words had no effect.

"Yea," was all he said as his head and shoulders slouched down and he slowly walk away. Leaving depression and sparring gear as footprints. Walking right by Hayley and his parents he went upstairs, to escape me probably.

I sighed and went to the back, bringing his discarded gear with me. I hung up our stuff to dry out and went to find him. As I walked out I saw everyone already left, probably to comfort him. Still, I walked up the stairs, determined to help. On the way I had to stop in the bathroom, I looked into the mirror before I left. My brown hair was down to my forehead, and was flat. No special design or anything. My brown eyes seemed dry and tired, great. I was about 5'6, and a little bigger than skinny, with muscle though. I have little lips, but a nice smile that changes my face and adds dimples to my cheek. My eyebrows always stayed trimmed and look like I take care of them, but I don't. My beard and mustache seemed to etch in with the thin layer of hair on my cheek, which made the whole picture look good.

As I went to leave the bathroom and enter the room Dan and I share next door, I heard Hayley and Dan Talking.

"He's just too good, I can't beat him. I'm getting sick of being his stupid punching bag. There's no point to keep trying," it was Dan speaking, and honestly his words hurt me. I don't use him as a punching bag. Well, I don't try to at least.

"Don't talk like that Dan, you're way better than him. He just got lucky today, that's it. Any other day you would dispose of him like trash," Hayley spoke to him softly, but made her point to me all the way in the hallway.

"Yea. I'm starting to think Mom and Dad should dispose him like trash too, since that is exactly what he is. Just trash," they both giggled, but the noise shook me like an earthquake breaking my heart.

"That's right Dan, all he is is trash, and we are much better than trash." Hayley was surprising me, they both were.

"If only Mom and Dad didn't have to keep their promise to his 'so called' secret parents. Then we could be rid of him, for good. I'm sick of dealing with him."

"Yea, me too," agreed Hayley.

That's when I had enough of them talking about me, I wanted to turn the corner and yell 'you have to deal me!' After everything I've done for them, they have the nerve to say they deal with me? My feet couldn't move no matter how hard I willed them to. My mouth quivered and I felt a tear roll down my cheek, sending a chill down my body. Finally I walked away, away from the two most important people breaking my heart. I went all the way downstairs and walked into the weight room, locking the door behind me. I put my powerbeats in and blasted music so loud my brain started to hurt. They have to deal with me? It's not like they ever helped me, and it's not like I asked to be part of this family. I don't even know how I became part of this family, or who my other family is. Anger continued to rise in me until I couldn't hold it anymore and I put a hole in the wall in the far side of the room. I ran straight at it and plunged my arm elbow deep into the dry wall.

My muscles still wanted movement, my anger wanted to be let out. So, I laid on the weight bench and started pumping iron. The conversation started playing in my head, repeating itself over and over again. Every time the word trash came up it bounced of my skull like a big bounce ball, filled with lead. Loud enough to put a hard rock drum player to shame.

I helped them whenever and however I could, and this is how they repay me? I went out of my way for them, and they treat me like i'm just a little pup they found in the street. I stood up from the bench sweat beating down my forehead. I wiped it off with a towel and started to shadow boxing in the mirror. After a while I went to the corner to do pull ups and pushups with crunches in between sets. Then a word exploded into my head making me stop mid pull up holding myself still for a couple moments.

Secret parents?