Percy Jackson: Immortal High School, Mortal Pain (Completed)

Peter Johnson

Annabeth POV
Goode High School. A big, brick, building with tons of students and the perfect place to find demigods. Not. Why am I here? 

My friends and I arrived this morning and went to the office.

"Hi, I'm Annabeth Chase and my friends and I were wondering where we could get out schedules."

The secretary smiled. "Ah! Yes! Here." She hands us them and we look over them. 

Chiron placed us all in the same class?! How the heck are we supposed to find the kid now? What if he's not in these classes? We're screwed! Ugh! 

Annabeth: math, English, science, history, lunch, mythology, PE, architectural studies.

Jason: math, science, History, English, lunch, mythology, PE, Latin.

Piper: math, science, history, English, lunch, mythology, PE, Latin.

Frank: math, history, science, English, lunch, mythology, PE, Latin.

Hazel: math, history, science, English, lunch, mythology, PE, mineral study.

Leo: math, science, English, history, lunch, mythology, PE, robotics.

Calypso: math, science, English, history, lunch, mythology, PE, robotics.

Thalia: math, history, English, science, lunch, mythology, PE, plants.

Nico: math, history, English, science, lunch, mythology, PE, mineral study.

Grover: math, English, science, history, lunch, mythology, PE, plants.

"Sounds good! Thanks!" I exclaim and we walk up the stairs to the halls.

When we enter, everyone looks and stares at us. Some of those jocks are pointing at us girls. Thalia sends them a death glare and they quickly look away.

One of them was beside the lockers with a guy on the floor beside him. I look at him and suddenly, a feeling washes over me: pain, sorrow, betrayal, and hurt. What the Hades?

He looks at me and there's a mix of utter shock and fear in his eyes. Sea green eyes. Who was this kid?

Before I could think more, the jock that was beating up the kid walks over to me and stands in front of me. "Hey, cutie! I'm Dylan, captain of the football team. Who are you?"

I smile then grab his arm and judo flip him. Everyone gasps. "My name's Annabeth. I don't like you so don't come near me or my friends again or I'll do a lot worse than flip you."

He looks at me frightened and nods his head. The bell rings.

"C'mon, guys, we better hurry to math class."

Once inside the classroom, the teacher introduces us and she starts talking. I notice that boy, the one from earlier at the lockers, sitting in the back with his head down. He has a hood on so I can't see him fully, but he looks like he's been through a lot.

The teacher was calling attendance and finally reached the mysterious boy. "Peter Johnson."

"Here." He mumbled and raised his hand. His sleeve fell down a little and he quickly rolled it back up, but it didn't escape my eyes. Small cuts and scabs was there. Was he cutting himself?

We went through the first four period quickly. Turned out, I had three classes with him: math, history, and PE. In history class, I sat down by him. He tensed up a little but didn't say anything.

"Hey, I'm Annabeth."

"Peter," he responds.

"You new to Goode?"