Smile (Solangelo)

Part 1 + Beginning Credits

Okay, just so we get this clear, my great friend made the plot for this story. (Or... most of it.)

So, credits to ffoodie !!!! (You're amazing)

Also, this story has profanity, abuse, and possibly hints at rape??? (But no actual details because I suck at that sort of stuff. Ask Cakey. I've tried.)

Aight so now welcome to the horrible story with a great plot that I'm LITERALLY ABOUT TO DESTROY.

(All character credits to Rick Riordan, except for Jase Lee, who is my original character.)

"Don't you dare fucking touch me!" I shouted as a big, bulky kid with black hair and gunmetal eyes set his fists in a fighting stance.

"Why?" Jase asked, his voice deeper than the pits of Tartarus. "Scared?"

Sure, I was a little scared. But was I going to admit it?

Yeah, probably.

"If some person who weighs, what -- two hundred fifty pounds, all of that being muscle, threatened to beat you into the pavement, you wouldn't be scared?" Maybe logic wasn't the best way to go, but it was too late for me to turn back now. Jase came closer, now we were standing barely a foot apart.

"Tiny faggot," he muttered, then came slashing out at me with his fists. I'm pretty sure "Tiny faggot" could also describe Alexander Hamilton, but I wasn't going to point that out and possibly have to dodge more punches.

I'd gotten good at dodging punches from Jase. He was always quick to lash out, but slow on the return. He never covered his stomach region while fighting either.

The huge idiot came at me a few more times, all of which I managed to dodge. I was tiring fast, probably because of my lack of sleep. I was getting two hours a night.

Thanks, Best Friend Will. Texting me all night and stuff.

"What the heck do you think you two are doing?" A loud voice boomed from down the hallway. I hadn't noticed the crowd of people that had formed around Jase and I until they were all going, "Ooh!"

Mr. East, the school principal, came stomping down the hallway, his jingley bracelet making him sound like Santa Clause. I don't know why he even wore that ridiculous thing. It didn't match his navy blue tuxedo at all. Not to sound like a fashion critique, but that man needed to get him some new threads.

"Who started this?" Mr. East gave us both a very firm look. Gods, I couldn't even remember what the fight was about. Knowing Jase, it was most likely over something childish and dumb.

In a blink of an eye, Jase went from "I'm gonna kick your ass" to "Excuse me, my fair man, would you like to partake in dueling?" That was only one of the things that made him more frightening.

"Sorry, Mr. Dude," I mumbled absentmindedly. He didn't seem to notice the name I'd called him, too busy glaring at Jase or something.

"You two, meet me inside my office." Mr. East led us through the group of kids. I saw Will, who, being the theater trash he was, kept mumbling "Meet him inside, meet him inside, meet him inside, meet him, meet him inside."

Big Hamilton geek, right there.

The door of the office opened, and oh man let me teach you a thing or two about how the worst day of my life started.