Meet The Demigods

Mary Crux

I sat at the restaurant, creepily staring at Percy Jackson. I was trying to be subtle, but it wasn't really working. He would notice me, and I would look away, blushing like crazy. He asked me what was up, but I quickly changed the subject.

Percy was one of my best friends. I have friends who are girls, too, but I like having Percy so I can let out my athletic, tomboy side.

I'm not ugly though. That night, at the swim team dinner, I was wearing a navy blue skater skirt with a slim white tee shirt under a tight jean jacket with sleeves that stop at my elbows. My worn, white low-top Converse were on my feet. My chocolate brown hair was in a French braid down my back, and I even had some rare mascara on my bright blue eyes. Everyone dresses up for the team dinners, and I wanted to impress Percy.

Percy is my long time crush. I had thought he was pretty cute when I first saw him at freshman orientation. He had perfectly windswept black hair, and swirling sea green eyes. My crush had grown when I got to know him personally on the swim team. He's a great guy, extremely loyal and kind, very funny, and always cheerful. And it only got better this year when he came back, after having left at Christmas break last year. He's taller, about 6'1, and more muscular, but still lean like a swimmer. He has a six pack too.

That night, Percy was wearing a blue plaid shirt with the sleeves pushed up that wasn't tucked into his khaki pants. He had his Nikes on his feet. He was laughing at something that his friend, Peter, was saying. Peter didn't look happy.

"Obviously, Mikeala was going to break up with you!" Percy said. "You made out with Michelle in Mikeala car!" I rolled my eyes at this. Peter is kind of a player. Percy kept talking.

"Oh, gods, that's bad. Honestly, man, you need to take a page outta my book. I'm always loyal to my girlfriend." That sentence hit me like a freight train. Girlfriend?! Since when?

I racked through my brain for several possibilities. Him and Kayla were pretty close but she's like two yea

"Cut the crap, Percy," His other friend, Jake, rolled his eyes. "We all know that this 'girlfriend' is fake. You're just too nice to turn down girls without an excuse." I sighed with relief. It made sense why he would lie though. Moronic sluts asked him out on a regular basis. Gross!

Percy kept pushing it. "I don't know what I did for you guys not to believe me!"

Peter, without realizing the topic of conversation had changed, said, "Michelle won't even date me now! She just likes Percy."

"Gods Damnit, Pete," Percy said with an exasperated sigh, "Shut up! We all know you don't care that much."

Peter shrugged and started blowing bubbles in his Coke with a straw.

"Now, back to what we were talking about," Percy said with a pointed glare at Peter, who shrugged, "When did I give you any reason to believe that I don't have a girlfriend?"

"Just doesn't seem legit. None of us have met her." Jake said casually. Percy frowned. It was kind of cute though. My heart fluttered!

"Besides, she would be here. We were allowed to bring boyfriends and girlfriends." Jake finished.

Percy scowled. "She's probably coming. She had to work, but she said she could possibly come late."

"Whatever. I'm tired of arguing." Jake replied.

The topic of conversation moved to other things, but I was worried. If he had a girlfriend, I wouldn't have a chance. He was so loyal. He'd even said so himself!

I decided to make a move on him before the bitch got here, pardon my French. I didn't know if she was real, or what to expect, but I went with it.

"So, Perce, do you want to like, go see a movie sometime?" I asked in my best innocent voice. Percy looked confused.