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

Warning: Chance Of Angry Percy Jackson Erupting

Percy POV
What is VANCE QUINN doing here! I swear, I'm going to punch him to next week!

"Vance, there you are!" Annabeth runs up to him and hugs him. I wanted to barf.

"Told ya I'd be here." He sees me. "Who's this guy?"

"Peter Johnson."

"I was just leaving." I about leave, but Vance steps in front of me.

"Not so fast." He holds out his hand. "I'm Vance Quinn, Annabeth's boyfriend. You Peter Johnson?"

I look at it and don't shake it. "That's my name, don't wear it out."

Annabeth POV
Vance laughs. "I wasn't going to."

That's odd. It looks like Vance and Peter don't like each other, but that's not possible because they've never met.

Peter glares at him and addresses the rest of us. "I've gotta get home. See you guys tomorrow."

"See ya." We say and he runs off.

Vance smirks. "What's his deal?"

"He keeps secrets and hides." Piper crosses her arms.

"Interesting," he muses. "What do you know about him?"

"Practically nothing. He runs away and avoids everything we ask him," Frank says.

"Is he the demigod?"

"I don't know. He has a stepdad, his mom died, and he's dyslexic and ADHD." I say.

"How did the you find that out?" Hazel asks.

"He's always fidgeting in class and always squints when reading something."

"I didn't know you were paying so much attention to him," Leo teased.

I roll my eyes. "It's my job. What do you think?"

"I'm not sure, but we should keep an eye on him," Vance declares.

"How?"

"Follow him."

"He won't let us. He always runs off too fast for us and avoids our questions."

"Could I try?"

"Wouldn't hurt to take a jab at it. Good luck. We're heading back to the apartment to do more research."

"Okay."

Percy POV
I'm walking home when I hear footsteps behind me. Vance. What does he want?

I go against everything and wait for him. He approaches and stops in front of me.

"Hey, Peter."

"What do you want?"

"Could I walk to your house with you?"

"No."

"It wasn't a question."

"Whoops, I answered it anyway."

He fidgets with aggravation. "What's your problem, man?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You have no friends."

"Maybe because I don't want any. I'm good by myself."

"Even when someone offers?"

"Who's offering?"

"Me and my friends."

"No, thanks. I told you, I'm good. Can you leave me alone now?"

"Nope. I'm here to stay."

"Lucky me," I mumble.

"What was that?"

"Noting. Why would you want to be friends with me?"

"You're not like the others."

"Thanks," I say sarcastically.

"I wasn't kidding. You're different. You're not afraid to be yourself." This guy has really bad judgement. I haven't been myself in a century.

"Yeah, whatever. That's just me I guess."

"I like you. You're a cool dude. Wanna hang out at lunch with me and the others?"

"No, thanks. I like to read in the library. It's the only place that's quiet at that time."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. See ya around."

"Wait. How's your stepdad doing? He treating you right?"

My anger starts to rise. "He's fine. Thanks."

"Are you sure? I saw those cuts on your wrists. You cutting yourself?" he says in a mock sad voice.

"Get lost and out of my life."

"No."

"You're just wasting your time."

"It's my life, not yours."

"Fine. Whatever, dude." I start to walk away then turn back around. "Take some advice from me: put less hair gel in your hair. It looks like you got doused with water."

His face gets red with anger and his hands turn into a fist, but he starts to laugh. "See you around, Johnson."

I don't say anything and continue to walk. I was going to kill that guy one day! Stupid, idiotic, maniac!!! Ugh!!! He gets on my nerves so much and I've only talked to him for like five minutes!

He won't get away with this. He won't. I will make sure of it.