Percabeth As Seen By Mortals

Matt Sloan

{Technically I don't own any of the characters... this means no offense, I am not racist, I just want to show what an awful person this guy is. I don't own any of the PJO or HoO characters. Again, no offence meant I actually very much disapprove of any racists, sexists, or homophobics.}

Matt Sloan

         Hazel Levesque. {Just pretend that she's in the same grade as Percy. She skipped some grades because she's a smart smol bean.} I hate that witch. She never flinched. Nothing got to her. Not even his comments about her gold eyes made her angry or scared. I bully her everyday yet nothing seems to hurt her.

--Sixth Hour, math class, Friday.--

It finally hit me while I was working {Read: Bullying some poor girl for being a "nerd"}. Hazel is black. I could ridicule her on that {I want to kill him... I do, I do. Again, this means absolutely no offence}! It would be easy. I'd do it in the parking lot. The bell startled me out of my thoughts, and I grinned. Time to get to work. {I hate this character... so, so much...}

        I sought out Hazel in the parking lot. She was leaning against a tree right next to the parking lot, as if waiting. I walked up to her slowly, quietly, but she still saw me coming.

"Matt, gee, what a pleasure." Hazel grumbled sarcastically.

"You're going to be my slave, black skin.{Agh... I WANT TO KILL HIM. If this weren't for story development I would have gone with something else. I know this is more a Hazel story than a Percabeth one, but you'll see.}" I cackled.

"Not happening, Matt. People don't have slaves in this time, it's a thing of the past, so back off." Hazel growled.

"You aren't complying, I guess I have to beat you up, slave girl." I remarked.

I punched and kicked her, yelling racist insults. I didn't notice the group of people, a very large group of people who all had muscles, I might add, until it was too late.

"What do you think you're doing, Sloan?" An icy voice that I vaguely remembered asked.

"Beating my slave, what's it to you?" I sneered {Bad choice, Mattie, bad choice...}.

"She's not your slave, she's a free young woman who happens to have a different skin color from you. She also happens to be the cousin and little sister of almost everyone in this group. Her boyfriend is also in this group. Magic Queen {New nickname I made up... :) Don't kill me...}, you O.K.?" The voice states.

"I'm fine, Kelp Head. How'd you know who this is?" Hazel said, jumping up while I was distracted.

"Used to bully me and Tyson." 'Kelp Head' explained.

Wait... Tyson?

"What, the name rings a bell, buddy? How 'bout the name Percy Jackson?" 'Kelp Head' said.

"Jackson. You here for another dose of bully-" I turned around and froze in shock.

Scrawny little Percy Freaking Jackson has muscles now? And lots of friends? I replaced my look of shock with one of disgust. Bet he's never actually fought.

"I have, actually. Best swordsman in three hundred years. In the entire world, not to brag. And yes, you said that out loud." Percy smirked.

The rest of the group swarmed me while a brown-haired Cherokee-looking girl lead Hazel away from me. They watched with amusement as everyone else beat me up. Afterwards, the hot blond chick and Percy started making out. Damn it.

I guess I deserved it. {No duh, idiot.}

I bullied countless people. Now I've been beat up in my last year of high school and work at McDonalds, living in a low-rent trashy apartment I can barely afford with no girlfriend or friends. My parents cut me off, too. Yeah...

Karma's a bitch.

{I'm proud of the ending, but I absolutely hate his racist idiotic somewhat sexist play boy attitude. Just how I imagined him. He's a terrible person who's just now learning that... Karma's a bitch.}