Greatest Love Story- A Percabeth AU [On Hold]

Chapter 3

Percy's POV:

Two weeks into my senior year, and already I hate all of my classes. Most of my teachers already know I'm known as the troublemaker of the school, so they either treat me like a little kid that "just needs some extra help to succeed" or they give me detention if they think I'm even thinking about doing something wrong. Plus, Annabeth is in over half of my classes, meaning I have to spend more than half of each day with her, knowing she will never like me back the way I like her.

My first class is A.P. Marine Biology. Don't go acting all shocked that I'm in an A.P. class, though. It's science, marine biology, specifically, which has always been my strong suit. Plus I've been helping my dad in his aquarium since I was a kid, so I basically know all of this already.

Next I have Math, which wouldn't be so horrible, except the teacher -- Mrs. Dobbs? Dards? Dodds? Yeah, Dodds, that sounds about right. Mrs. Dodds absolutely hates me. She's a monster! Well, she's not actually a monster, that would be crazy, but she treats me horribly. It doesn't help that I've had her 3 years in a row, since she keeps failing me. Algebra is usually a Sophomore level class in my school, but I'm still in it because of her. It doesn't matter if I do everything right, she'll still fail me, and the school doesn't care, so they won't do anything about it. It's not like it matters anyway. In less than a year I will be done with school, and I can just work for my dad full-time and none of this will matter anyway. He has told me that as soon as I graduate I can start working for him full-time, and he won't even care that I don't have a college degree, so I really just have to get throught his year and get my diploma.

3rd hour is Gym, which is okay, I guess, but Coach Hedge does nothing but yell at us and the whole class is full of jocks. Oh, and Annabeth is in that class. Thankfully, she isn't one if the girls that's constantly swooning over this one jock, Jason, I think, but her best friend is. I'm not jealous of him or anything, of course, it's just that he seems super narcissistic, and he's constantly showing off. Just today I actually heard Annabeth and her friend, Pippy or something, I don't know, talking about Jason, before Annabeth suddenly said something like "Ew, Percy? I'd never ask him out! Ever! Gross!"

I really need to stop listening to their conversations.

After that I have lunch which, while it isn't a class, does take up one of my class hours, so I count it as one of my 8 "classes". Annabeth also has lunch that hour, but it isn't hard to avoid her during it, since she usually sits with her friends and I usually get my food and go to the library since it's easier not to have to talk to anyone if I go there. In case you hadn't already realized, I'm a bit of a loner. Sometimes my younger cousin, Nico is in the library when I get there, so we hang out while we avoid other people. He's a freshman, so he's really only 14, but sometimes he acts like he's lived a hundred years already. My mother would call him an "old soul."

When 4th hour ends, though, I have to leave the usually deserted library and head to Ancient Greek. My school requires us to take at least 2 years of a foreign language, and Ancient Greek is one of the options. It actually isn't too bad, and the teacher is great. The only really problem is that Annabeth is, once again, in my class.

Once that class is over, I have English, which is probably my least favorite class. It definitely doesn't help that I have dyslexia, making it just that much worse. Annabeth is in that class too, but she seems to struggle in it too. Maybe she isn't completely opposite of me after all. Of course, my stepdad is the teacher, and he does his best to make sure all of the students do well, so even I can't fail that class.

7th hour. History. Sometimes it's fine, but a lot of the time it gets boring to me, so I can't focus at all. Most of the time when that happens I end up catching myself staring at Annabeth, who has somehow been in the same history class as me every year since we were freshmen. Sometimes when that happens, I see her looking at me weird when I finally realize what I'm doing. She probably thinks I'm some creep or something. I have the same teacher for this class as I do for Ancient Greek (just as a funny little note here, my phone's predictive text thought my next word here should be yogurt. Ancient Greek yogurt... Yummy😬), which is cool, because he's a really good teacher, and doesn't completely hate me, so I'm glad he's the one I have twice a day.

My last class is an art class that I only took because it's supposed to be an easy A, and I needed one more credit to graduate. Of course, the teacher's first words to the class were "if you took this class for an easy A, this year is going to be hell for you. If anybody wants to transfer out now, you have until Friday to go to the counseling office and do so." Shit. I can't transfer out. There aren't any other classes that will fill the requirements that I can take. Even worse, Annabeth is in this class too. The teacher was right, this year is going to be hell. Fuck.

Heyyyyyy.... So I know I said in the last chapter that hopefully the next chapter would be up within a few days.... And I don't actually have a good excuse. Sorry. But anyway, here's a chapter. I actually have time and some motivation and inspiration to write right now, so hopefully I will have the next chapter up pretty soon. I was going to put a "fingers crossed" emoji here, but apparently I don't have one. Anyway, I'm really sorry this chapter took well over a year to be published.

If anybody remains to read this, I'm not sure whether I should question your sanity for sticking with this story for so long, or thank you profusely. So just know that I'm doing both.

💖💖💖Cam