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The After School Special: A

      Series Premiere Featurette!

He jiggled his leg.

A lot.

He couldn't help it; his ADHD wasn't the most convenient of ailments. But in that moment, sitting in a musty chair outside of the principal's office next to the salutatorian with a black eye, he wouldn't do a thing to stop the tick even if he could. The glare his partner in crime was giving him was his own reward, never mind the consequences to follow.

Perhaps partner in crime was too friendly of a title. They were polar ends of a magnet, destined to repel and reject each other's presences. It was hate at first sight.

In a way, they were soulmates.

"Stop," she hissed.

His leg bounced faster.

"Seriously," she demanded, fists curling in her lap. "Cut it out."

He smirked, staring down at the stained carpet and kicking it up a notch.

"If you don't stop, so help me God, I'll-"

The secretary shh-ed them for a third time, beady eyes glaring daggers from behind her cat eye glasses. Percy actively had to force his leg to be still, pressing down on his knee until the woman looked back to her screen of Facebook games. Then he let go and built back up to the speed he had hit before. Chase groaned in exasperation.

"What are you going to do about it, Princess?"

"Nice to hear your balls dropped back into place," she grumbled.

"What a shock, you play dirty."

"Says you, I hardly think hair pulling is in the rule book."

He lolled his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at her regal posture. "Seeing as you keep that stick shoved so far up your ass, I'd have figured you liked it kinky."

"I-"

The door swung open, the wheel chair bound vice principal cutting off whatever clever remark he was sure she had burning on the tip of her tongue.

"Well," he sighed, shuffling two slips of paper between his hands. "Luckily and unluckily, there is no way of proving who actually started the fight."

"He said-"

"And because this is your first major infraction," he pointedly said to the blonde. "I find it fair if you both shared the penalty of a month's worth of after school detention."

"A month?"

"Shut up," Percy spat. "Those don't show on permanent records, you're getting off easy."

Mr. Brunner handed out the papers, which Annabeth quickly crumpled. "You will report to the library every day after the final bell until December 14. Failure to do so results in a Saturday detention, which will end up on your permanent record, so try to be punctual."

"This is ridiculous," she stood up. "A whole month of-"

"You've done a week before," Percy snapped.

She shot him a glare, which looked pretty intense with her black eye. "A week for something that was my fault, this was your-"

"You were the one who-"

"For the last time, I never-"

"Both of you," Brunner sighed. "Get to class. I expect to see you this afternoon on time, am I clear?"

He slouched lower in his seat as the girl stormed off, blonde hair still messy from the fight. Sitting next to her for a few minutes while Brunner figured out their punishments had been like sitting next to a live wire. If she was still pissed off that afternoon - and she would be very pissed off -, his hair would be singed off by her fiery hatred.