Pernico fanfic

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I have not written books that have crushed fangirls but you can guess who has

Percy POV

"Hey." I whip my head around, trying to find the person who keeps whispering in my ear. "Hey." Damn! There it is again! "He-" I grab the person that is floating by me. Jason Grace.

I had a sneaking suspicion the blonde roman was the source of the whispers. Yanking him by his purple SPQR shirt, I throw him on the ground. "Yo, Perce, who pissed in your cornflakes?" Jason asks, picking himself off the ground.

"Sorry man, I'm just a little pissed-" Jason giggles when I say that. "I'm a little pissed at the whole Annabeth and Luke thing." Jason quirks an eyebrow. "How so, my fishy friend?" He inquires. "Well-" I begin but I am cut off again.

The little bastard Jason flew me and him to his cabin right before I started talking. "Jason, what the hell is this?!" Jason has what looks like a therapist's office. A cheap leather couch on one side of the cabin with a leather chair to the right of it. A small wooden side-table sits next to the chair and currently holds a lamp and clipboard. After staring at the set up, I turn to look at Jason.

He now wears a dark gray suit with wire-rimmed glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He sits down in the chair and grabs the clipboard as he gestures me to sit. I perch on the edge of the couch. I open my mouth to say something when Jason interrupts me.

"Lay down," he says, pointing to the couch with his pen. "But-" "LAY DOWN!" He bellows. I lay down quickly, glancing at Jason. He stares at me blankly, chewing on his pen. We stay like this for a while, me looking at him and he stares at me. "What is-" "I ask the questions here, mister," Jason says, looking at his clipboard.

"Why are you upset with Annabeth and Luke?" He asks, crossing his legs and gazing pointedly at me. "Jason, I don't see how this-" "ANSWER THE QUESTION!" He screams. I quickly run out of Jason's cabin, only to run into a certain demigod.

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