The Prettiest Thing I Ever Saw (ON HOLD)

He's Dyslexic

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own the PJO characters in this book. All credit goes to Rick Riordan.
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Annabeth's POV
Look, I love school, but it would be nice to meet just one guy here who takes his life seriously. I twirl my pencil in my hair as the rest of the students file slowly into class. Just after the bell rings, one more boy comes rushing in.

Mrs. Taylor looks disapprovingly at him, saying, "Since you appear to be new, I'll let this tardy slide. Go sit next to Annabeth, in the back. There's an empty seat there,"

I tense up, worried. He looks at me and grins as he slides into the desk right next to mine. I think I might faint. His eyes are the prettiest color of sea foam green, and his black hair is just barely too long to stay out of his eyes.

And when he leans towards me to say something, he smells like the ocean. Salty, but inviting. I smother my gasp and turn towards him.

"Yes?" I whisper.

"I'm Percy," he whispers back, "and I have no idea what class I'm in right now,"

I laugh quietly and he frowns, insisting that he's serious. I tell him we're in English and he grimaces.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"No matter how hard I try, I can't succeed at English," he frets, "I can speak it fine, but I can't read it and I can barely write it,"

My eyebrows shoot up. "What? Why?"

He looks a little uncomfortable. He leans just a tad closer, and whispers so quietly that I have to strain to hear him, "I'm dyslexic,"

Oh, great. The hot new kid is dyslexic.