~~ON HOLD~~ Please Don't Walk Away.(A Leico Fanfiction)

Please Don't Walk Away.(A Leico Fanfiction)

A/N: This is an AU fanfiction, so they are not demigods.
Leo's P.O.V:

I tapped my fingers on the desk, constantly looking at clock. Get me outta here, I thought. I tapped my feet, and the teacher suddenly paid some attention to me. Trust me, teachers don't do this, they don't care about me. I'm just the ADHD, foster kid who runs away from each foster home. "Leo," the teacher, Mr.Summer yelled,"stop tapping your feet and fingers, and pay some attention to the board. I know this isn't your favorite class, but you're going to have to get over it! Pay attention, or you'll have extra homework!"

I didn't answer, I didn't care. Nothing matters anymore, to be honest. I lost my mom, I have no family. I have no friends, no one to confide to. I don't care about myself, so no one else does. People only like me because I'm the class clown, and to them I'm nothing more. Plus, humor is a good way to hide pain.

Finally the bell rang, which meant lunch time. I jumped out of my chair, grabbing my bag, trying to get out of this stupid classroom.

"Wait, Leo!" Mr.Summers called. Great, I thought, my extra homework. I turned and faced my math teacher, ready for him to scold me. "I'm not giving you extra work,"he said as if reading my mind,"I would just like to have a chat with you. Please sit down." He pointed at a chair, and I sat down. He sat on the front of his desk so that we were facing each other. My heart seemed to bounce out of my chest.

Mr.Summers had dark black hair that he kept short, all ear long. His mustache perfectly trimmed on his narrow face. He wore a plaid long sleeve button down shirt, and black pants. He looked me in the eye, his green eyes staring me down.

He cleared his throat, and he looked up, trying to find his words. "Leo,"it sounded like it pained him to say my name,"what happened to you? At the beginning of the year, you smiled constantly, and told the greatest jokes. You were happy. And now, your smile seems strained, like it's a fake one. You no longer tell jokes. What happened?" He knows. He knows. I couldn't even speak, my throat felt weak. My eyes watered, and I sat my head down on the desk and cried. Something I didn't  allow myself to do.

He patted my back,"Do you think, maybe, you're suffering from depression?" He asked. All I could do was nod. "Well, anytime you need anyone to talk to, come talk to me. Also every Saturday, I host a therapy group. And it's not all sad, the therapy. Its a group so you make friends, and have people who know what you're going through. Would you like to join?" I nodded. I'm tired of being alone.