The Dorky Sea Prince

Chapter 9

Nico's POV

   Words can't describe how much I hate Percy at this moment. I want to bash his face in for being a complete and utter douche-bag, but, gods, not in front of the children. "Alright, kids," I started, raising my sword and motioning for Percy to do the same, "Just watch for now while me and this guy demonstrate."

   "This guy? So you won't even call me by my name now?" He laughed, looking over at the children as if to say, 'can you believe this guy?' But of course, being little screaming (thankfully not at the moment) balls of confusion, they just stared at both of us. They were probably confused as to why Percy and I weren't trying to stab each other with pointy things.

   I cleared my throat, earning the attention of everyone. "Alright, let's get this started. Percy, try to attack me." I got into a defense position, waiting for him to charge.

   "Why can't you charge?" he asked, pouting a little and lowering his sword.

   "Because I'm not the idiot in this room and I'm obviously the lead teacher since your teaching skills are about as good as a puppy's. I'll charge when I'll teach offense. Now try to attack me." That only seemed to make him even more upset, but he managed to get over it.

   He ran towards me, raising his sword. He tried to swing at my legs to knock me down without doing much damage. Instead of letting him hit me, I jumped over his sword and kicked him hard in the gut. Percy let out an 'oompf' type sound and stumbled back, holding his stomach. I smirked and swung my leg and hit him on the side, knocking him to the floor.

   I used my leg to flip him over and I stuck my foot on his chest, pointing my sword to his nose. It didn't touch him, though. If it touched him, he would already be halfway to hell. I looked over at the group of children and they were staring at me in awe. "So, that's how you counter-attack if someone swings at your legs. Any questions?"

   The kid I talked to earlier (his name was Isaac I think) raised his hand hesitantly. "Yes?" I asked, nodding my head to him and giving him a soft smile.

   "I-I have t-two, actually..." I nodded for him to continue. "W-why d-didn't you use your sword? A-and, uh, w-why are you s-still on top of P-percy?" Oh, shit.

   "Two very good questions, actually. Thanks, Isaac for asking. The reason I didn't use my sword is because I didn't need to. And the sword I use can suck someone's soul up if they touch it, so I try not to use it too often on fellow camp members, okay?" They all nodded, eyes wide. "And I'm still on this guy because...." I looked down, trailing off. He was smirking at me. Smirking. That little shit. "Because it's oddly satisfying. Any more questions?" One kid raised her hand. "Yeah, what's up?"

   "I have to go to the bathroom..." I heard a chuckle from underneath me. I pressed my foot harder into his chest and I heard a satisfying grunt.

   "You guys know the way to the bathroom, right? I don't need to lead you guys there?" They all stared up at me for exactly three seconds, then they all started running and screaming in the direction of the bathroom. I took that as a yes.

   "Can you, uh, get off of me now?" Percy said, pointing at my foot, which was still planted firmly on his chest. I glared down at him for a second, wondering if I really should. I was just about to move when I thought of an amazing plan. Oh, this'll be fun.

   I moved my foot, but quickly lowered myself onto his chest so that I was now sitting on Percy's chest, smirking down at him. "I'll only get off if..." I thought for a second. What do I want from this little bitch? A kiss.