Saviours *HEROES OF OLYMPUS FANFIC*

Chapter 3- Calypso

Calypso's P.O.V.
'Leo' I think, Mr Bruner has told him to sit down and find a partner and I can tell he is scanning the class room, sizing us up, thinking he can work out the patterns of friendship groups. I can feel it, I know it.
I know that he's looking at me. Probably thinking what the hundreds of other boys have thought when they looked at me before they made their move. Whatever that is I don't want to know. I can tell he is thinking about the two empty seats in the room and I pray he won't choose the one next to me.
I know the odds aren't good though. Now his eyes are locked on the seat next to mine, right up the back of the room. He takes a step forward and in the few seconds it takes for him to confidently stride up to the table and dump his bag and books next to the desk and pull out his chair I make a promise to myself.
I will not fall for this boy. No matter what he does. No matter what he says. No matter how cute he looks. Besides, he seems way too laid back, he would never be able to understand what I've been through. All I want is someone I can open up too but for now my heart is closed and I promise it's going to stay that way for as long as it takes to find a decent guy who can actually understand that not everything is about what people think of you in high school, what brand your sneakers are or who has been to the most parties.
He sits down next me and look at him. He's looking at me too. From experience I've realised that some people find it awkward or say staring is rude but I've never broken the habit. 'So, I guess we're partners?' I think he must be part Spanish or something. He has olive skin and dark shaggy hair.
I don't reply but instead I pull out my notebook to start writing. I'm not sure what to say. Surely my promise still let's me communicate with him? Otherwise class will be pretty impossible. I don't want to look rude either I think, but then quickly tell myself I don't care what he thinks of me.
I'm still reluctant to reply. I can feel he's still looking at me, he's smiling a lot, too much to be normal. Although how should I know how often a person should smile? I can't even remember the last time I had a reason to smile.
The words escape before I can rethink 'I guess so'. His name is sitting on the edge of my tongue, waiting to escape. So I let it. 'Leo' as I feel the word roll of my tongue smoothly my heart beats quicker.
I go back to writing, trying to ignore him. I know he probably thinks that now were going to be best friends or something, and I'm telling myself that I wish he would just be happy he got a word out of me but then realise I'm not interested, get up and move. This isn't true though, the truth is I'm trying so hard not to throw myself at him like I did too every boy who has ever scarred my broken heart.
'Class, once you have found a partner please settle down and go back to your seats' I hear Mr Bruner yell over everyone talking I sit up, leaning on my left elbow. With my black pen I start doodling in the margin of my page, drawing squiggly flowers.
Other than that all that is on my page is the date and the paragraph of free writing we were doing before Leo arrived. Mr Bruner is talking but whilst Leo is listening intently I'm not listening at all. I can't help but notice that down the bottom of Leo's page his Blue pen lying next to it is a picture of some sort of dragon.
It looks great though, it's extremely detailed it's wings outstretched and covered in tiny scales. He certainly has talent, that's for sure. Much better than my flowers. Mr. Bruner stops talking and claps his hands once, he seems to do this whenever he wants us to get to work.
'Well we better get started then' I hear whilst I'm still staring at the dragon drawing. I'm embarrassed to see Leo talking to me and that he has caught me admiring his work.
'Its good' I say, gesturing with a small nod towards the drawing. 'Oh Ha that.. Thanks I guess' Leo replies shyly. I'm surprised to see he doesn't seem as confident as he did before. I wish I could put him at ease, he seems so on edge all of a sudden.
I just can't work out who he is. Swapping attitudes from one minute to the next, then again I don't even know him yet. For a second I consider smiling a little at him. Nothing flirty just so he lets his guard down, but then I remember that I should probably practice in the mirror first or I might scare him off. It's been a while.
I look up into his brown eyes, he has a light scattering of freckles over his cheeks and nose. His jaw line is structured, he has dark shaggy hair that flops to whatever side he's leaning. It's kind of curly but not like an Afro more just wavy.
He smiles again at me gently but my face remains emotionless. 'Don't let him in' I think to myself. 'So should we get started on the work?' He asks with yet another lopsided grin. 'You smile a lot' I state obnoxiously.
He just grins even more even laughing a little and it's starting to get to me. 'Whatever, do you have a pencil? I don't have a spare so you might have to borrow one off someone else' I add. I open my pencil case and take out my lead pencil, shoving the spare one to the bottom.
I don't know why I did that, why I didn't just let him use it, I almost feel ashamed but it's too late now. He taps the boy sitting in front of hims shoulder and asks for a pencil. The boy hands one to Leo but before taking it Leo mutters something I don't quite catch.
It must of been funny because the boy chuckles a little before returning to his work. I don't know what to think, he just walked into this school like five minutes ago and he's already cracking jokes?
'What is it?' Leo asks me. I must of been looking at him funny so I'm careful to return my face back to neutral. 'Nothing' I say, and probably far to quickly. He looks at me, head tilted and for once isn't grinning. 'So for this assignment...' He starts talking and I start concentrating on the work at hand. Forgetting the past for once and trying to forget that Leo is Leo.