Perfect Little Blue Boy (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Twelve

Percy

Nancy Bobofit was there for the part of, you guessed it, Annabeth Chase.

So she got the part as Annabeth and Nancy because Nancy has one line.

Grover got Grover, I got Percy.

I wasn't sure if I'd be able to deal with Nancy.

Nancy

"Do you remember Percy and Grover?" I asked Janice, who got the part of Silena. It was a weird spelling in my opinion, but whatever. It was pretty cool.

"Yeah!" Janice told me. "Percy liked the same girl you did so you went out of your way to make him suffer and make sure everyone hated him."

I shrugged.

"I was a selfish bitch." I admitted as the two people who were casted as Percy and Grover walked in.

For being gay, they were hot. For me being gay, that is.

They seemed to already know each other, though. So hopefully they were nice. I was the female lead and they were the male leads.

I was trying to be nice and go introduce myself to them. But the guy who played Grover wasn't having my shit.

I opened my mouth. Nothing even came out.

"We know, don't talk to us and we won't talk to you." He told me and the guy who played Percy slapped Grover's arm.

"Ow!" He remarked. "Do you know how hard you hit?"

"I do, yeah," the guy who played Percy informed him. "You deserved it. At least let her say hi."

"Thank you," I remarked. "I just wanted to say hi. I'm Nancy. I play... Well, I play Nancy, and then I play Annabeth, also. You guys are the male leads, I figured I should at least know you."

"Okay, we know who you are now." The guy playing Grover remarked. "You can leave now."

The guy who played Percy sent the guy who played Grover away to meet other, new people. And to be nice.

"I'm sorry about him," he apologized. "He tends to hold grudges."

"A grudge?" I asked as I sat down next to him. "But we've never met before."

He placed his hand out to be shaken.

"Well in that case," he remarked as I shook his hand. He was... He was intimidating. That was for sure. "The names Perseus Jackson. But I hate Perseus, so they call me Percy. I went here once. I got expelled in 6th grade."

Oh.

That made it ten times more awkward.

But he's changed. A lot. He's gotten in shape and he had no acne and he was nice to me.

"Oh," I remarked. "Shit. I'm sorry. I was kind of a selfish bitch to you to. You seem to be better. Has your dad..."

He doesn't know his dad. I regretted asking as soon as the word came out of my mouth.

"Been around?" Percy finished. "Nope. He's still a deadbeat."

"Sorry." I apologized for the second time. "I shouldn't have asked. I know it's a bad subject because it's not like I was ever your friend."

Percy shrugged. I don't think he cared.

"It's no big deal, everyone asks about my dad." He assured me. "I've been to 3 schools since Yancy, it's one of the first questions that anyone will ask me. But I have a step dad who isn't a total dick unlike my mom's ex husband so that's cool, I guess. I don't know. I barely know the guy. He's a school teacher so the first time he saw anything about me, outside of photos, was my school record. And even though it's been 3 ½ years since they started going out, I think that still affects how he sees me."

"That sucks, man," I remarked. "It's alright, though. My step mom still hates me. Always has and always will. She's a bitch and because I'm not her's, it's like I don't matter. My dad doesn't believe me."

"I knew, know a girl with that situation." Percy told me. "Annabeth. The girl you play. It says in the script. Her dad worked all the time. Her step mom hated her. So she ran away and found the camp for rejects. That's what it really is. It's basically a place for rejects. Me, Grover, Annabeth, anyone in the script. They were or are real. Some died. Other's lived."

"So somebody just added the Greek myths?"

"Basically, yeah."

"That's so cool!" I remarked. "I liked Bruner's class. He made it fun. And plus, a lot of gay stuff. It's rare you hear about that in history."

Percy agreed to that.

"I didn't peg you as a sort of feminist kind of girl." He let me know, which made sense. Again, I was a bitch.

"Well, not many people did." I told him. "I mean, nobody likes me anymore. They're calling me shit they called you. Faggot, freak, dyke, short bus... Yeah."

"Why?"

"I'm gay."

He nodded his head, saying that that would make more sense to specify those names.

"But I suppose with how you look now that you're the bully." I remarked. "Whether you try to he or not. Right?"

He laughed.

"No, they still pick on me. No matter where I go." He corrected me, which seemed to surprise me. "Well, yeah. Camp used to be fine. But I'm going anymore because they're spreading shit and I'm not into that. But yeah. I have ADHD. I have Dyslexia. Most of my school thinks I'm gay despite the fact that I had a girlfriend for a year and a half. I don't have friends. Well, I do. But not at school. I have Grover. Annabeth. Well, not anymore. She stopped talking to me. And then people who aren't mentioned in this because I didn't know them until later in my life. So yeah. Life sucks. That's the same."

"Life does suck." I agreed. "Why does everyone think you're gay?"

He shrugged.

"I dated a guy once, but that was at a different school and nothing happened." Percy explained. "We went to a school dance. That was it. Then I started dating a girl right before tenth grade, we broke up last... April? I don't know when. And I started dating another guy. But after summer is when that started and I don't talk to anyone at my school. So yeah. Life sucks."