The Events of Olympus Resort | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Percy POV

"Jason, not so tight!" I whimper as Jason tugs my tie tight one last time. Once he's done, he backs away from me, his hands up in the air in mock innocence.

"There," he states. "You look beautiful."

"Oh shut up," I tell him and grab my suit jacket from off the back of Jason and Thalia's couch, slipping it on over my dress shirt.

Right now, Jason, Thalia, and I are just putting the last touches on our outfits before we head down to the Colosseum for the dance. And apparently, in Jason's case, one of these last touches includes a nacho cheese stain on his red tie. The moment the cheese meets the fabric he closes his eyes slowly like he's in pain.

"Damn," Jason says, finally opening his eyes. "Now I have to change my tie, and Piper is going to kill me if I don't have a tie that matches her dress."

I laugh. "Here Jase, you can take mine. Just give me one of your other ones."

Jason looks up at me, notices that our ties are the same color, and releases a sigh of relief. "Aw thanks man, you're a life saver."

We both begin to untie our ties, and as soon as I get mine off, I hand it to Jason before heading down the narrow hallway to his bedroom and stepping up to his closet.

"Jason, where do you keep your ties?" I shout to him.

"Bottom left drawer!" He calls back.

I open the drawer and find that Jason has about a million ties in a million different patterns. I mean, I guess he'd have to with all the fancy gigs he's forced to go to because of his dad's job.

Shuffling through his drawer, I come across a dark blue one that I really like, and hang it around my neck before closing Jason's closet and heading back into the living room area.

Thalia has come out now, and I'm surprised to see that she actually put effort into her outfit. She has on a cute black slip dress paired with knee-high boots and her leather jacket. Her hair is pulled back in a low bun, the choppier pieces falling out of it and elegantly framing her face.

"Damn Thals," I say. "You clean up well."

"Oh be quiet Percy." Thalia smirks and makes a move to grab her purse. "Let's get a move on, or we're gonna be late."

Jason and I quickly finish tying our ties and follow Thalia out to the car. Apparently Thalia's driving because my car "smells like fish," and I really hope that she's just making that up as an excuse to drive because otherwise, I definitely ruined any chance I had with Annabeth the night I drove her home.

From the passenger seat, Jason turns up the volume on the radio to a station that immediately begins playing rap. I nod my head at him in approval and Jason grins back at me.

"Oh. Fuck. No." Thalia says and smacks Jason's hand away from the stereo. She plugs in her aux, and Green Day's American Idiot album begins blasting through the speakers.

"And here we go..." I moan as Jason mocks covering his ears.

On the way down to the Colosseum, we pass families and couples smiling as they walk, all of them either coming back from the beach or heading out to dinner. We also pass by groups of teens, all dressed up, walking in the same direction as us, and I think it safe to assume that the dance tonight is going to be pretty packed. We only get a few glares from people passing by for playing our music so loud in a communal area.

When we finally arrive at the Colosseum, Thalia pulls around back to snag one of Uncle Zeus's reserved parking spots and we all head out, making our way past the valet and through the grand front doors. Through the arches and windows, I spot the sunset outside, which casts a pink tint over the pool and lights up the marble of the entryway with a serene glow.