Regret 》Lukercy

III

Percy didn't know what to do.

There he was, the boy he hadn't stopped thinking about for 24 hours.

Luke had both hands awkwardly in the pockets of his jeans, his sandy blonde hair swept across his forehead.

He looked beautiful.

Percy only stood there, staring at Luke in utter shock. His bright blue eyes had never seemed so blue.

"Hey." Was all Luke said.

Percy noticed that he still had the scar on his face. A lot of people considered it a turn-off but Percy always considered it something that made Luke, well, Luke.

Percy wanted to run at him and tackle him and punch him repeatedly,and then kiss him again, and the punch him some more.

But all he did was slam the door to his cabin and hyperventilate.

Luke continued standing there, staring at the door to Percy's cabin. From what he had heard, Percy was the one who wanted him back.

The first emotion he felt was just complete shock, and then he felt a tear roll down his cheek. He quickly wiped it off and walked towards cabin 11, praying to the gods that he doesn't get attacked.

Okay, so, good news. Nobody killed him, but, a couple of kids punched him right in the gut. Luke knew he deserved it, but it didn't help to the fact that he was still holding back tears.

He thought at least someone would be happy that he was back.

No one was.

Every day he would be secluded from the rest of the kids. He would sit farther away at the table, he would train alone, and when it was time to go to bed everyone slept as far away from Luke as possible.

Not even Percy went close to him. Luke would occasionally catch him staring, but Percy had never actually talked to him. Luke had never been so miserable.

Well, maybe he had. At least he was at camp. It was torture having to fight a war against the one he loved. He was content with dying. He didn't want Percy to think he never cared, so he had to do that-

Percy kissed back.

Luke had tried to hold back his surprise before he died, but that was both equally shocking, terrifying, and amazing at the same time.

When Luke saw Percy for the first time since he had come back, he thought Percy would be happy, or something at least somewhat positive.

But instead Percy ran from him.

And it broke a little more of him every time he thought about it.

Luke sat in his cabin alone. When he walked in there that day, everyone else scurried out, murmuring things that he only caught a bit of.

"Traitor."

"...shouldn't be here."

"...gay..."

Luke waited until he knew for sure no one was sitting outside, listening. He had checked twice, and eventually all the campers backed off from spying on him.

And he cried.

He cried with his head in hands, a surge of pain going through him as tears made contact with the scar on his face.

And then the door opened.

Luke turned slowly, terrified to see who it was.

It was Percy.