Bad boys only cause trouble

Chapter 3

After crawling through my window, I flop on my bed with a ridiculous smile. No! Stop it, Nico! You useless gay. I sigh, smacking myself lightly. You will NOT get attached to this one. My hand drifts to my nightstand and I pull open a drawer, reaching for a small box. In it are my earbuds, awaiting for me to plug them in and listen. And I do just that. Turning in my phone, I go to Spotify and click on my Favorites playlist, letting the sweet tune travel to my ears. The first song to come on is Voodoo, the irony almost too much to bear. My eyes flutter shut, lost in the world of music. I was looking for love all over. Your the hunter and I'm your prey. Now I'm lost and love ain't over. I try to leave but I have to stay. Accurate. My mind completely clears. I start to fade into sleep, the sound of the songs lulling me to blissful darkness.

"Nico! You can't be late again!" My dad yells through the walls of my room, forcing a groan from me. "Go away!" I retort, hugging the pillow around my head. I hear consistent loud banging on my door and mentally cry. I don't wanna go. "NICO!" He yells again and I get up, opening my door and glaring. "I'm up!" Then I slam the door back shut and grab a towel. "Don't bother me again till you have coffee!" With that I go to my personal bathroom and turn the hot water on, stripping while it heats up. Once I see steam coming out I take a step into it, allowing the scalding water to wash over me. My pale skin turns bright pink but I stand there, eventually washing my messy black hair with a nice smelling soap. Lavender I think? Lavender and pine. I watch as the soap suds swirl and go down the drain, transfixed. Finally, I scrub my skin with a loofa and get out of the spray of water. Pushing my hair back, I gaze into the mirror. My entire body is marred with hideous scars. On my back are two ravens tattooed, one for my sister and one for my mom, both of whom died in a car wreck. Tears pool in my eyes thinking about them, but I quickly wipe them away. "I got your coffee!" My dad yells. It's just me and him now. I smile slightly and wrap the towel around my waist, opening the door and grabbing the coffee from him. "Thanks, Dad." He smiles at me and shuts my door. Now what to wear.

The first bell rings just as I run in, earning an annoyed look from the teacher. Feelings mutual, Mrs. Cagna. Percy waves, smiling, and I pretend I can't see him. Hanging out with me will only cause problems. Besides, I've seen him talking with all the "popular" people, and he fits in perfectly. We're nothing alike. Taking a seat on the complete other side of the room, I pull out a pen and start doodling random stuff on my arm. God class is boring. "Pst. Percy wanted me to give this to you." The kid next to me whispers, handing me a paper. Written on it are the words why are you ignoring me? :(
When I look over at him, he really does look a bit sad, but I figure he'll get over it. Looking him in the eye, I crumple the paper into a ball and toss it into the trash can. I miss, but I don't really care. A couple minutes later, I get another. Hey! Stop being like that! Why can't I just try and get to know you? Glaring his way, I throw that one away as well. More notes come, and I keep tossing them. Finally, he writes one saying, Your probably gonna throw this away, but here's my number. Text me if you ever need anything. xxx-xxx-xxxx. Sighing, I look at him, watching him give me adorable puppy eyes. I roll my eyes and tear the number out, very pointedly stuffing it in my pocket and mouthing "happy?" at him. And he is. Green eyes alight, he nods and smiles. His grin is infectious and doom a tiny smile is splayed over my lips. Maybe he's not too bad....

The lunch bell rings and I leave math class, headed for my usual place; the library. It's empty at lunchtime, and I don't eat here anyways. Once through the doors, I immediately feel at ease. It always smells like old books and cinnamon in here. My eyes wander the shelves, hands gently stroking the ones I pass. Oh! There! On the top shelf sits a thick, fantastical looking book, immediately drawing my attention. I start to reach it but quickly realize it's much to high up. My legs strain and arms stretch, but I still can't reach it. That leaves only one choice. Climb. My black converse start looking for sturdy footholds in the shelves, and I go up, up, up. Now that the cover is clearer, I can see a raven. Just like the one on my back. Just like Bianca. Tears fill my eyes again, and I fail to shake them off this time. Just as I'm about to grab it with a trembling hand, I hear a voice. "Need some help?" My heart leaps, and, against my will, so do my feet. One second I'm close to reaching my goal and the next I'm falling. Sounds like an accurate analogy for my entire life. "Oof!" The voice groans as I land on something hard.
(( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) "Eh?" I look up and realize I'm laying on non other than...Percy?

Percy PoV
His large, brown doe eyes look up at me, confusion clouding them. I'm so busy being conscious of him, sitting right in my lap, that I don't notice the tears in his eyes. "Percy? Why are you here?" Now he's mad. Great. I know I should be doing something, but all I can concentrate on is the fact that Nico is sitting in my lap. I sniff a bit and note that he smells like lavender. I like lavender. It's a very soothing scent. "I-uh-I saw you walking the other way at lunch time and came to see what you were up to..." Shit my brain is completely muddled and...NICO IS STILL IN MY LAP! He seems to notice the same time I do, seeing as his face turns bright pink, a large contrast to his porcelain white skin. He automatically crawls away, backing far from me. "Stop following me! And stop talking to me! You have the chance to be popular here, and talking to me will ruin that! I'm not exactly 'popular material'" The look in his eyes and finally see them. Tears. Wet, salty, oh so real tears, now spilling over and rolling down his cheeks. "Nico...are you...are you alright?" I don't even realize I'm reaching out until I wipe a tear from his cheek. Man his skin is soft. His inky hair falls into his eyes, hiding those sad, sad pools of gold and toffee. "Hey....shhh..." I mumble, not really knowing what to do. When I start to hug him, he obviously tenses up, flinching a bit. "No...no! Don't touch me!" Pain shoots through my arm. He hit me! Scrambling to his feet, he runs from the library, leaving me to sit on the floor and think about the sad, sarcastic, cold boy who invaded my thoughts completely.