You Have Nothing But The Way You Feel (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Two

Percy

This entire thing was going really well until later that afternoon. We had lunch and we got really cuddly and um... Things escalated. Which wasn't the problem.

The problem was that when I was younger, Gabe raped me. A lot. At least once a week, being my mom constantly was working to make sure we had enough money to just get by.

And I've tried before. Having sex. I'm a virgin. But Annabeth tried once and I told her it was a bad idea. She wasn't too offended. But me actually trying, I've tried with Annabeth and that's when I stopped her and then another girlfriend in college after a party. She stuck her hands under my shirt and that wasn't happening.

The older you get, it's harder to find somebody that's willing to date you after they find out you're a virgin.

And I was ready. I wanted it, and the blood was going straight down.

We had been standing by the kitchen, Nico had me against the wall. Which was fine. My hands were playing around, and so we're his. But his played around my waist band.

And I knew it was an accident when his finger slipped in because he pulled it out, but he didn't realize it soon enough for me not to have a PTSD attack.

I won't talk about what happened in the flashback for everyone's sake.

But I dropped to the floor, and I don't know what I did, but it scared Nico enough to have him get ahold of Chiron being his first number that could provide medical assistance that won't cost us an arm and a leg.

I only know this because Chiron and Apollo (who's still a mortal— Lester) were there when I was pulled back into reality.

They explained what happened, I assured them I was okay, and they left. To make sure he didn't feel too bad, I explained to Nico that it wasn't his fault. Shit just happened and it caused this to happen and yeah. It's why I'm a virgin.

We fell asleep together, and waking up the next day, I realized what day it was.

9/11.

I had to work, no matter the date, and I talked to about 4 or 5 kids today that just walked in because they needed to talk. Which was pretty average. A few kids needed their schedule changed with that. Some of them just wanted to hear me talk so they could get their mind off of things.

If you haven't figured it out, I'm a school counselor. I'd never give this job up. I try to make myself as approachable and as relatable as I can because I've been in these kid's shoes. High School sucks. I've had to call in on suicidal claims before. A kid threatened to shoot the school once. I worked with the principal, Dean, and NYPD to get them to calm down and be rationale.

I think I do an okay job. The kids that do come to me seem to trust me. I've had a few staff members just ask if they can talk to see if they should go see a therapist or not. If I'm not busy.

And no, I don't work at Goode. So I don't see Paul.

But there was one kid that came in. And I have a little note and bin outside of my room. If you're from a household of smokers or alcoholics, please cover your scent. I have a cologne and perfume I keep supplied for people to use because I found out on my first day after a staff member walked in smelling like smoke that I couldn't let that happen every day.

"Why do you have cologne and perfume outside?" This guy was a sophomore. He said he was here just because he couldn't sit in the class. They weren't giving him a hard time, but they were just being very ignorant and petty and he needed to get out. "I mean, I've never been in your office before so that's kind of why I ask. I didn't look at the sign. That probably would've helped. Is it because we stink?"