Drowning//Percy Jackson (On hold)

.4.VICKY

By the time the class was dismissed, I had gone through 10 chapters of the book, and was going to start up on Chapter 11, had Grover not elbowed me in a stomach. Not only did it cause me to glare threateningly at him as I shut the book, but I had also realized that I should be paying attention to the glowering Mrs.Saunders as my friends filed out of the door.

I stood up, not wanting to be in more trouble than I already was. Mrs.Saunders threw a few stiff goodbyes at the last few remaining students.

Grover leaned in slowly, whispering in my ear, "I have a bad feeling about this," before scowling at the old dingbat. A faint of a smile spread across my tiny features as I inhaled his endearing scent. He always seemed to wear a distinct mix of cologne, a concoction of cherry blossoms, strawberries, and espresso. For an odd reason, the smell alone made me feel comfortable, at ease, and dare I say, at home.

Creepy much, huh? But honestly, you catch up on that sort of stuff when a dude has been your crush for 4 years.

I mean, he's definintely handsome, with his messy chestnut curls that were always hidden under a beanie of sorts (and between you and me, I was not a huge fan of goatees, but he definitely worked that look), his gentle hazel eyes that often glinted gold in the sunlight, deeply tanned skin (which was way better than pale skin, if you ask me), his acne phase was over long ago, so his face always radiated with a glow of ease and happiness, and his smile was so kind and bright, it was excruciatingly painful to just think that this person could ever hurt a fly. And despite that leg muscle disorder of his that made him barely walk properly, hobbling on his footsteps, his upper body was more than fit. Like, DANG, and I never even saw him lift a desk, let alone benchpress anything.

He was of average hight, no more than 5ft 8in or something, and perfectly built.

Personality wise, he was undeniably smart and witty, endlessly honest and loyal, just and fair in every way too. He was a cheerful little ball of sunshine, and inspite of the fact that he was childish of some sort, he possessed a kind of wisdom and foresight I could never own. What surprised me the most about him was his gentleness and kindness. He had one of the purest hearts in the world (but that didn't prevent him from making inappropriate innuendos from time to time), and he always put everyone else's priorities above his. He was a perfct friend, caring neighbor, and possible boyfriend material.

Sorry, I got a little, erm..

Carried away.

Blame the ADHD. Couldn't sit still either, really, I had to fidget all the time and sketch something, anything.

Anyways, so I turned my attention back to my ever-so-gorgeous science prof (and please note the sarcasm as I do not deal with people of low IQs), and unknowingly scuttled closer to Grover at the intensity of her glare.

"You two. You are in so much trouble right now," she seethed, "You thought you could save her from her fate, huh?" she directed at Grover.

His face visibly paled and resembled a hairy porcelain vase.

Hehe.

I frowned at her grey looming figure, "All he did was tell me an answer, knowing that if I had asked you to repeat the question, you would've murdered me!"

"And for good reason, you impertinent swine!" she snarled, successfully causing me to hate her just a tad bit more.

Her face twisted even more in fury as Grover placed a hand on the small of my back, causing me to shut the heck up and let him take over (and also almost swoon but that's not really our focus today, folks).

"She is safe, protected by me. You can't touch her as long as I'm around," he smirked, trying to look confident, but he ended up looking like he was constipated.