Collapsing As It Sees The Pain (Percy Jackson)

Trees Full Of Starlight

Nico:

I got him outside. And he was even willing to go out when he realized we were going to campfire.

But kids started to call him out. Somehow Will had his diary and everyone had read it and everyone was just rude. Picking on him, teasing him. One of them called him a faggot.

Apollo didn't seem to enjoy it, though. He wasn't paying attention at first when it was just a few kids. But it spread to most of the people there and somebody mentioned it to Apollo, asking if Percy was faggot as if they knew he was.

"Percy?" Apollo questioned, sounding like he didn't believe it. "He's not a faggot. He might be gay, I don't know. But he's not a faggot."

"He locked himself in a cabin for like 3 days straight," some chick from cabin 6 snapped (not Annabeth, though) back at Apollo. "Trust me, only faggots do that."

Percy did his best to ignore the comments, roasting another marshmallow as he talked with Grover, Clarisse, and I.

And it was all good until Rachel walked over.

"Hey, Percy." Red stepped into the conversation. "Remember Hannah? Sophomore year?"

"I don't want to remember." Percy confirmed her question. "What about her? She got knocked up and left."

"She's here." Rachel Elizabeth Dare explained to the son of Poseidon. "Somebody is charge of that stuff, and that person is you. Go do your job before Reyna murders her."

Percy:

Not wanting to deal with her, I got up anyways and made my way to the Big House. Which is where Hannah Johnson was with Reyna. She had a little boy and a little girl with her. Same age. Probably 2ish. They were cute. And I mean adorable.

"I was summoned." I stated as I walked inside, earning everyone's attention.

"Yes," Reyna confirmed for me. "Take over. Please. I'll be with Frank and Jason."

As Reyna left, I sat down and looked at what there was so far. Hannah had a file here already. Which I didn't know until I saw the one on the desk. The daughter of Mr. D. And there was two new files. For these two kids.

"Hannah Johnson..." I remarked, memories coming back to me. Hannah and I had a 'thing' back before I had the confidence to come out as gay. She had asked me one day when she was over if I had ever dated a guy before.

"Have you ever had a thing with a dude before?" Hannah asked me after a few minutes of silence between us.

Hannah was new apparently a year before I was to Goode. We became friends pretty quick. She was nice. A sweet girl. If I was straight... Well I'm gay but yeah.

"No," I answered, taken back by her sudden question. I don't think I ever hinted being gay to her. This sort of scared me. "No, I haven't. Why?"

"I just..." She remarked. "I mean, either way I'm moving so it wouldn't matter. And we both know what happened at the party wasn't the smartest thing. But I just heard that somebody said you were gay earlier today. It wasn't making fun of you, they just said you were gay."

"I'm not..."

"I figured you weren't," Hannah assured me as she sat down next to me, grabbing my hand. Which made me uncomfortable for a lot of reasons. "I just figured I'd ask because if you're bisexual it's just nice to know, you know? But I have to go, I'll text you when we get to the new house, alright?"

Nodding my head, she gave me a kiss and was out the door.

We never talked after that. I found out three days later from one of her best friends that Hannah found out she was pregnant. And it was more than likely mine.