Forgotten Paradise by Average Canadian

Chapter 20: Worried Arguments

Percy was good at physical things. Climbing, fighting, aiming. You named it, he did it. But doing things like that infront of crowds? Okay that daunted him a bit. Agents were supposed to be quick and agile. Silent and invisible to the people they didn't want to be seen by.

It was a little concerning to be the center of attention to so many people. Especially when your main goal in life was to not be seen.

He shook the nerves out of his arms and fidgeted on the bench. It didn't help that the bruises and cut across his chest and back were making him ache like hell.

Ah well, what I get for being an agent.

"You nervous Percy?" Luke plopped beside him, making the sturdy wooden bench jolt violently.

"Uh, a bit." he confessed while lacing his sweaty hands together.

"Here." Luke held out a red bull. "It usually helps me on games."

Percy chuckled "No thanks, if I have one of those I'll probably reach the moon by halftime."

Luke shrugged "Suit yourself." as he set the tin can on the floor of the gym. Almost as if he were invited clumsy oafs to come over and spill it.

Percy ignored it and chewed on his lip when the referee started blowing his whistle and coach bellowed orders obnoxiously.

Luckily was benched for the first quarter. Spectating the game was funner than playing. Well at least to Percy it was.

Unfortunately his team wasn't doing so well. One shot after another they were losing to the opposing team. The team was working all wrong, as if a pile apes had been let onto the court instead of people.

They shouldn't be relying on Luke to make the shots.

Percy pursed his lips as the other team won another point.

And those two should be in the back as defense.

Teamwork was essential in the organization. Percy knew how to categorize and place soldiers and team mates based on their strengths and specialties. Watching his team out there, he was surprised they were even getting any baskets. The disorganization and the frustrated grunts from bulky coach just made them suck.

"Jackson" his coach growled obviously displeased with the score. "Your up."

Taking a deep breath Percy bounced out onto the court. The eyes suddenly on him, the bleachers packed with waiting spectators while the cheerleaders just shook their pom poms obediently.

Unexpectedly cheers erupted from the back left of the right hand bleachers, momentarily startling Percy.

His friends were being loud and obnoxious without a care in the world. Except for Calypso, she was just standing still trying to look small. But she waved politely all the same.

"GO PERCY!" Annabeth's voice rang clear across the court.

His stomach did a little flip flop and twisted as he waved back to her.

The whistle was echoing across the gym. The ref threw the ball spiraling up into the empty air and the two opponents leapt at it in determination. The other side got the ball. It was dribbled a few seconds by a thick legged blonde guy in middle back. A straight toss arched the ball across the court towards a skinny guy wearing an earring just a few feet from him. Percy charged and jumped high sailing through the air. He snatched the ball before it reached the hand of his opponent. Dribbling it down the court, Percy looped around and dodged pursuing opposing team people.