(Percy's P.O.V)

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It was the fourteenth day of school, not counting weekends. Yes, Percy had been counting. It was important to keep track of how many days you had gone without any incidents. This was a new record for him. After almost three weeks Percy had gotten to know everyone in the nerd group a lot better. He met Jason Grace, who was on the football team. He seemed pretty nice. He would always talk to him between classes. Knowing some of the more popular kids was good, less people would pick on you. It seemed like if he really wanted to fit in, he needed to befriend Luke Castellan. But he was a bit too high up the social ladder. He would fall off if he tried to climb up there.

The first incident wasn't major. It was a silly argument with a sophomore. It was the sophomore's fault anyway. Running straight into him.

Percy was coming out of his classroom, after everyone else. He dropped something on the floor and didn't want to pick it up during class. He was too lazy. So he came out and started walking down the hallway. At his locker he shoveled his books into his arms, slammed it, and kept moving. Of course his next class was on the other side of the school. He had already been late twice, third time meant a detention. So of course he had to run head first into another boy.

Both groaned as they hit the floor, books scattering everywhere. The other boy was about to apologize when Percy started yelling.

"What did you do that for, asshole?" Percy shouted. He really didn't want that detention. His mom had tried too hard to get him into this school. It was uncharacteristic for him, but he was seriously pissed.

"I didn't mean too, no need to call names here." The boy replied calmly. He had dark hair that hung just above his eyes. He wore dark jeans and a black t-shirt. Goth. Of course. Percy had dealt with them before.

"Just shut it and move." Percy hastily grabbed all of his stuff and stood up, but the stupid sophomore stood right in front of him.

"No. Say you're sorry." The younger boy demanded. He looked way too pale. Was he trying to be a vampire? Percy huffed.

"I don't have time to deal with this." Percy pushed past the teen.

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