A Little Ambrosia For Your Day (Percabeth One-Shots)

Libraries Aren't Always Boring

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Percy's POV

I'm almost done with my second cup of coffee.

Now, it's important to note that I am not a coffee drinker. Under any circumstances. I refuse to drink the stuff. Not only is it bitter and gross, but I just don't like ingesting caffeine. I'm sorry. Sure, the smell is good sometimes, but it's just not for me.

Anyways, this is a special occasion. And no, not a good special occasion. It's finals week at Goode High.

I think you should understand that I am not a smart kid. Whatsoever. Heck, I'm probably one of the least academically inclined kids at school. Probably in the entire state of New York. Maybe even in the USA.

But this is finals week. And, to be precise, it's my last time taking finals in high school. That's right, I'm in my senior year of school, which means I'll be off to college in about 6 months.

Thank the gods.

But for now, I have to push through finals week and just hope for good grades, so I'm studying harder than I've ever studied before. Which, to be fair, was not that hard in the first place.

As a result, I came to the library. I opened up my textbooks, got out my pencil, paper, and highlighter, and got to work, reviewing everything I studied this school year.

Back to the coffee.

Studying bores me. Libraries bore me. They're so quiet and... peaceful! Why is it so peaceful? I'm just surrounded by books. Towers and towers filled with books. So as a last resort, I downed a cup of coffee. And then chugged a second cup because, let's face it, I was getting tired just looking at all the numbers in my geometry textbook. And for some odd reason, caffeine calms my ADHD brain and helps me focus.

I feel more awake after the second cup. I resume highlighting, marking random sentences, equations, and shapes with the bright yellow ink, hoping that everything will automatically make sense. But my dyslexia (yes, I have dyslexia) just mixes up the symbols more, creating a jumbled mess in my mind.

I groan loudly in frustration and rest my head in my hands, getting shushed and glared at by everyone reading or studying nearby. I wince and wave my hand in apology.

Nerds are scary sometimes.

However, everyone's too busy in their own world to notice me. They all return to their activities, and I return to mine. I'm sitting in the center of the study room; there are approximately 9 medium-sized tables in the study room, each with 6 seats. I'm alone in the middle seat of the center table.

Guess nobody wants to sit with the green-eyed, black-haired boy with a highlighter obsession.

I don't blame them. I try to be friendly and approachable, but I just don't look the part. I've been told by some of my friends, Jason Grace and Frank Zhang, that I look like a "bad boy." I have no idea what that means, especially because I actually love my mom. I have the messiest black hair (that will not neaten itself) and a tall, strong figure because of the swim team.

Maybe the other people are confused as to why I'm in the library.

I know I am.

Whatever. Who cares? At least I can highlight in peace.

I continue to skim the textbooks and take notes. Keep in mind that it's 10:00 in the morning, and I'm at a library.

On a Saturday.