(Y/N)'s POV:
I'm slumped down in class. I. Hate. School. I'm in the 8th year and today's the orientation. Awful right? I've been in this school forever; I've never moved school.
Last year, I was great in school but all my favorite teachers quit and my best of best friend moved. She was my activator. I don't get active and motivated in school without her. Now she's gone. Imagine how awful this life can be.
I am re-reading Percy Jackson currently. I've read the series for at least four times, but I still love it. I was cut off from my reading when someone entered saying good morning. Obviously the teacher.
I don't know why but it feels all funny when this teacher entered. He suspiciously looked like someone I know, but hey, I can't think I know everybody in this world just because they look like people I know.
So this teacher is called Mr. Loramburg. He's tall, really tall. God damn it. Why does he look so familiar?!
He scanned the class and his eyes landed on me and my book and he smirked. Wow. Is he a fan of this series too? Have I even met him before?
He started talking, explaining about this and that, like I don't already know (remember I've been in this school for ages; literally break almost whatever rules there is, without anyone knowing). The thing is I don't care.
It's not like I'm that baddie but I still break rules. I find some of the rules ridiculous and unimportant.
For example, one of the rules is to wear ankle-length socks (which actually means you have to cover your whole ankle).My socks are just right there half-way covering the ankle, and I still get detentions for that. Where do you even find those extremely precise socks. Oh and one more, your socks has to be plain white.
Mr. Loramburg's POV:
I scanned through the class and my eyes landed on a girl reading Percy Jackson. Of course that guy. I smirked at my thought and thinking how Percy is such everyone's favourite.
I introduced myself to the class and start rambling about the rules. The strange thing is that the smart looking reader, isn't paying attention, it's like she's drifting.
I continued the class by starting to teach the kiddos some Greek mythology (it's a piece of cake). The girl seemed pretty interested but she seems like she knows everything already, and she's just sitting there listening over to something she likes.
Oh. Of course. I mentally slapped my forehead. She's a Percy fan! How can she not be interested. It's like she read them all in the book already. I feel like killing that Riordan writer for making my going-to-be favourite student not pay attention.
"You, Girl, what's your name?" I asked. She replied casually, "(Y/N)". Nice name. "Ok, seems like you have read that Percy Jackson book, could please tell me who is Hermes?" I challenged her.
"Hermes is Zeus' and Maia's son. His symbol is the cadeceus. The stick with two snakes that can actually talk. He got together with Penelopeia and got Pan as his son. Of course, he also has many other children from different wives if I may add," she said making the word 'wives' loud and clear.
What's her problem really? "Very well said, (Y/N)." I commented. "But may I please know why the word 'wives' should be heavily accented?" I added.
Her face twitched into a smile and said, "I'd rather not talk about it, assuming the god himself can hear us." Then she sat down. Her classmates stared at her in disbelief but drops it. I raised my eyebrows and mentally said, "Wow. Lovely."
Months passed and one day I spotted her (my already-favourite student) sitting under a tree in the park, eyes all red and puffy. The additional point is she's holding a book. Not just any book, but the goddamn Percy Jackson.
I walked over and she just furiously wiped her tears with her sleeves. I furrowed my eyebrows and sit next to her. Even though she's crying she still managed to sound out a good afternoon Sir. How cute.
I sat down and realised she's holding the Percy Jackson, book 5, Last Olympian. Why would she cry though, Percy didn't die there.
"Hey (Y/N). What's wrong? I'm your teacher and you're my favourite student, but don't tell anybody," she muffled a giggle and I continued. "Which is why I deserve to know what is so sad in that book of yours."
"It's... it's... ugh... don't worry sir... it's very stupid for me to cry over these things," she said. "Hey, I'm asking nicely," I chided in. "We can talk in my office where no one is there."
She nodded and followed me to my office. I offered her some water and she kindly accepted it.
I asked her once again what's wrong and she start speaking. "Well. Luke... um... died?" she said making it sound like a questions. I swear I saw her eyes blinking tears away.
It shocked me because I never really read the book and second I thought the whole world loves Percy. I mean I wouldn't love a backstabbing traitor either. It just warms my heart to see a very awesome girl like her to love someone that bad.
"You like Luke?" I asked. "Very much. I prefer him to Percy. I'm not the number one fan of Percy, not like I am Luke's number one fan but I like him a lot," she replied groggily.
"Hey, calm down. That Riordan Guy is just making things up, though not the whole story but edit it bit by bit. Luke's not dead. He was kicked out of Underground because they decided to give him a second chance." I said.
She kind of smiled a little but turned back to sad, "Thanks for saying that." "No. It's not just to make you feel better, he really is alive and so is the others," I said strongly.
"H...how can you even know?" she asked unsure. "Let me tell you a secret, but you have to keep it. Pinky Promise?" I told her handing out my pinky. She nodded and linked her pinky with mine.
"The guy or man or teacher standing in front of you is Luke Castellan, no kidding. I decided to get away from the awful monster world and the demigods for a while."
(Y/N) POV:
I could have sworn straight away. What the hell? No wonder he seems so familiar! I've never seen him but I've imagined him! He simply dyed his hair brown.
I can't believe it I'm crushing on my own teacher, my favourite teacher. I'm a nincompoop. Seriously, how can I be so thick?
I can't help but grin ear to ear and gave him a hug. He clearly deserves a hug if it's true that he has been to the Underworld.
"Oh my god! That's why you look so familiar in the first place!" I squealed when he hugged me back.
"Calm down girl, we'll have to stop using the over-formality terms outside school or in private. By the way thanks for liking me y'know. I never thought someone would like me by the heart." he said.
"Sir, I mean... uh... what should I call you?..."
"Luke."
"Yeah Luke. You have Drew the Aphrodite girl crazy for you, duhh."
"She and the other demigods including Kelli, liked me only because of my looks. I'm too charming for ladies eyes."
"Gah."
"Don't gah me, I know you fantasise me too."
"Nope."
"As I remember, someone cried because she read that the charming Luke died."
"I hate you."
"You can't hate me."
"I still hate you."
"Yeah. Yeah. And you are still my favourite idiotic."
"Hey!"
"Yeah. Go to class now, mad man."
"I'm a female!"
"Whatever."
