Fandom Collision High (A PJO/HOO/TMI/Spiderman/HP/Lorien Legacies Crossover)

Chapter 8- Connor

I grinned devilishly. I honestly couldn't help it. You can blame dad if you want, god of thieves and travellers and whatnot. I think they should just switch it to pranks, oh, and thieves, because having those talents was pretty awesome.

Percy had gone to the washroom during third period math, and while he was gone, I'd switched his algebra paper out with a gibberish one. He had enough problems reading the regular numbers as they floated around the paper, so this could be funny to watch.

I timed it. It took Percy a full eleven minutes and eighteen seconds to figure it out. When he looked at me with a classic I-figured-out-what-you-did look, I almost burst out laughing. Some of the nearby mortals stared at me like I was insane, but it was a reaction I was used to.

"Oh my gods, Perce. Your dyslexia makes this so easy," I whispered between gulped-back fits of laughter.

"I'm so going to get Mrs. O'Leary to lick you next time she's around."

My eyes widened. "Please, no! Not the dog drool, pleeeeeeease! Anything but the dog drool." I'd been slobbered on by Percy's 'dog' before, and I was pretty sure I still needed therapy from the experience.

He gave me a smug look. "Hand over the paper." I did.

Then the lunch bell went and I literally jumped out of my seat, which earned me more stares. "I don't know him," Percy grumbled to himself.

"Hey, Percy, let's go get a lunch table!" I announced loudly. He groaned.

We were walking out of the room when the words slipped from his mouth. "You're worse than Leo." Immediately, a cloud covered his face as he processed what he said. The smile dissolved off mine.

"Percy, I know what you're thinking and it wasn't your fault. Leo knew what he was doing, remember? He planned it that way. There was nothing you could do about it."

He gave me a small, sad smile. "Are you getting sentimental on me, Stoll?"

I went back to grinning. "Tell anybody and I'll get out the spiders next time Annabeth's around. Maybe I'll put them in the blue food."

He gasped, and his eyes went wide, probably for real. "Did. You. Just. Threaten. Blue. Food?"

I hit him lightly on the back. "Yes, I did. And it's good to know that you care more about blue food than Annabeth."

"That is not true, it's just- Connor!"

He grabbed his wallet out of my hand and stuck out his tongue.

"Wow, very hero-like, Percy."

"Says the person stealing the wallet," he retorted jokingly.

"At least that's in my blood. It's totally natural for children of you-know-who to steal stuff. You should expect it." I waved around his Hephone, one of the dozen or so that Hephaestus made to mask demigod scent after the war with Gaea. He snatched it out of my hand.

"Well, my tongue is made of water mostly, and that's in my blood in more ways than one," Percy argued and stuck out his tongue again. Great comeback, Perce. I could definitely see why he was called seaweed brain... in more ways than one.

We walked through the doors of the cafeteria and a few kids from math class gave us weird looks. Some from English, too. I'd meant for the teacher to slip on the banana peel and fall back into their chair, but Marina had gone up to ask a question and slipped on it instead.

Speaking of Marina, Percy tilted his head in her direction. "You should apologize to her. Maybe you should invite her to come sit with us, too. It looks like Piper got us a table."