Collapsing As It Sees The Pain (Percy Jackson)

Pathetic Loser

Percy:

It didn't take me long to track him down. Just in his cabin, frustrated and upset. What did take a while was the nerve to knock on the door.

"You already pissed me off, Jason!" Nico assumed as he yelled through to me. Not knowing it was me. "Just go away!"

I had the urge to leave, yeah. But I knew Grover would smack me upside the head, so I went inside anyways. He doesn't lock the door almost ever. It makes it nice and easy to get in.

Before I could even open my mouth, he spoke to me. Now, of course, it wasn't kind words. But it was words.

"Get. Out." The son of Hades snapped in a calm manner. Which seemed worse than the not calm one. "You're the reason this mess happened in the first place. Maybe if I'd never had met you this wouldn't have happened."

And that really fucking hurt. Not only to think about, but to hear. Because I don't think Nico got that I don't hate him. He doesn't get that I want to be his friend and I want to talk to him.

It was silent for a moment. Waiting upon my dismissal, I guess.

"Oh." I stated and bit my tongue, holding back tears. And I'm not an easy crier, none of my friends have seen me cry. Well, Grover did once. "I'll... Okay."

I see where I stand.

Turning around, I started to walk away, fighting back the tears that just didn't want to work with me right now. And I guess the harshness of what he said went through his head.

"No, Percy, I," and suddenly he took back his word. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just..."

Like I said, he was frustrated.

"Don't cry." The son of Hades requested. "I haven't seen you cry before. I don't want to see it now. Jason just pissed me off, I'm sorry."

Not sure what to say or do, I stayed where I was. I wasn't sure if he wanted me talking to him or not. He's a complicated guy. But then again, so am I.

"You're allowed to talk." Nico clarified for me. "I don't think I should have to clarify that, but maybe I do. I did tell you to stop talking to me."

"Yeah, you did." I agreed, turning around to face him. My eyes were gleamed over but I didn't care. I couldn't. "Sounds like it pissed Jason off almost as much as it threw Grover off."

"You told Grover?"

"I tell him everything."

Nico shrugged.

"Fair enough," he remarked. And then remarked how awkwardly I was sort of just there. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"You're only in your wet boxers."

The son of Hades looked down as if he was unaware that he wasn't dressed. I had my shirt back on. I wasn't letting the entire camp see me running around shirtless. Hell no. I'm already self conscious as it is.

"Oh." Nico remarked. "Give me a minute."

Walking back to his room, Nico changed into a pair of clothes. Wearing a Ramones sweater and some skinny jeans, he came back out. Which allowed me to breathe a little easier.

"Okay." He started off and sat down, motioning me to sit across from him. "Now that we're both dressed... Again, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. Jason just irritates the shit out of me and acts like he's my best buddy and like he should know everything about my life and he was being like that and pushed it too far."

"No, it's fine." I insisted. I knew how it felt to be mistreated like that. "I get it. You get upset and then everyone else goes against you and it's just stupid. But you get mad anyways because that's how it works."