Interesting Encounter

Chapter two

Nico

I walked away from the cafe, away from Clarisse and her team of trouble makers, away from the tons of people who didn't know me or my name, but most importantly, away from him. away from Percy Jackson. Percy and his friends always acted like there was not a problem in the world. like there was nothing wrong. they would just sit around all day and tease each other and laugh and socialize, and, well.....be with friends. while my only friend was Bianca, my sister. she took good care of me. she protected me. I sighed and walked over to my usual tree, witch I always sat under during lunch. who needs food, right?

a hand was placed on my shoulder and I looked up to see it was Mrs. Athena, our stuck up math teacher. "aren't you hungry?" she said. "already ate." I'm starving myself. "really, that quickly?" she sounded surprised. "yes. I always eat this quickly." I lied. she looked concerned and placed a hand on my forehead "how are you feeling?" she asked. "never better!" I'm going to die. she nodded but I could see the concern in her features. "well, alright then, run along" she said and turned around. I grimaced would it have killed her, to say my name, just once? 

I walked off and sat under the tree. it was a dead tree, the bark gangled and ruff, the branches stretched out like arms reach out for something, a wish, or a want, that would never me achieved. I settled my self down in roots of the forgotten tree, and opened my sketch book. 

ah, my wonderful, wonderful, sketch book. each page filled with in depth drawings of him. I would draw a close up on his lips and scribble something like I wonder how his lips taste? across the side, or I would draw us, holding hands and smiling at each other, and write something like if only in my dreams... across the side. the drawings where nice, but in each drawing something wasn't right, I couldn't get his eyes right. his eyes where this beautiful mixture of swirling greans and blues, with speckled golds and wites. and impossible mixture to discribe or draw, but that just makes them all the more beautiful.

I sighed, my only to hobbbies, my only to skills, could be put to shame just by his eyes. oh, how they sparkled when he laughed, like morning sun across a beautiful turquoise and stuning green ocean. I could not beig to describe or draw them, all though, talking and describng was never a skill of mine, but I can sing. 

I put my sketch book down as I finished up a drawing of Percy lauhing, and wrote hes got one hell of a laugh along the side. then I stood up and watched him leave the school building with his friends. I sighed what I would give, to be one them, one of Percy Jackson's friends. singing helped me sort out my thoughts, it helped relax. sometimes I cant even help it, the words just fly from my mouth without any warning. this was one of those times.

"I guess my heart is not the first broken, I guess my eyes are not the first to cry, I'm not the first to know, theres just no getting over you! I know I'm just fool who's willing to sit around and wait for you, but baby can't you see, theres nothing else for me to do! I'm hopelessly devoted to you!" I watched Percy walk by, laughing and talking, not a care in the world, "hopelessly devoted to you..."  I said, barley more then a whisper.

Percy rounded the corner and was soon out of sight. I sighed and picked up my sketch book, putting it in my bag. the bell would be going of in 3....2....1..... no ding. I looked at the cloak shit! I'm 15 minutes late! and the worst part is, the teachers knew I was here today, so there was no skipping. you see, sometimes I dont show up at all and no one cares, but since they knew I was here everyone would care. 

I grabbed my bag and hurried of to class. I opened the door to the teacher already talking to a board looking class. she stopped and turned and the sound of the door. "ah, how nicoe of you decide to show up." the teacher said. I was bent over, panting from running across the campus, but I looked up at her with my hair in my eyes and grinned "what? and go a day without seeing you? never!" a couple of kids who knew my skipping habits laughed others just watched with curiosity. "sit your ass down." the teacher said. 

I walked up to the desk and placed my hands on it, leaning over so I could almost feel her breath "you know, it wouldn't kill anyone if used my name." I groweled. she stood up and belowed " Mr. Di Angelo sit down this instint. and I will see you after school on Friday in detention."

I nodded and went to the back of the class, despite the fact that it had landed me in detention, I was glad she had said my name. you see, my first name was never used, I dont even think anyone knows what it is. And my last name is almost never used, only some of the teachers know it. sometimes I feel invisible, like I just apear places and no one knows who I am but no one cares enough to find out. the rest of the class went fine, you know, the usual. no one glanced at me, no one passed a note, and I spent the whole time checking out Percy. after class I gathered up my things and left with the rest of the crowd.

everyone else found there friends and went of in different directions for free period.  I went off to my tree, alone. or so I thought. I sat down in the roots of the tree and took my sketch book out of my bag. as I was about to remove my bag from my should I heard a voice behind me. "hey, freak." I jumped up as Clarisse and her gang aproached. "we missed you at lunch," Clarisse snickered. "g-go away" I said taking a step back. "whats the mater? dont think you can deal with us? you gonna go and cry? gonna run to that bitch of a sister for comfort?" Clarisse said and her friends pretended to cry.

"B-Bianca i-isnt a-a bitch-ch" I stuttered. in truth, I was very close to crying, I was very emotionaly unstable. I felt the tears start to swell up in my eyes but I bight my lip and to stop them from coming. "aww, is the little baby gonna cry? come one cry! cry, cry baby, cry!" she jeered at me. I felt the fresh hot tears begin to pour down my cheeks and Clarisse and her friends began to laugh.

I turned heel and ran. "hey! get back here!" Clarisse called and ran after me, her friends following. I ran through the halls of the school and I could fell there breath on the back of my neck. I ran into a closet and shut the door and locked it. I could tell they wouldnt be going anywhere until the end of school. so I reached into my bag for my sketch book, it wasnt there. shit, I left it under my tree. I began to panic, anyone could find it, anyone could read about my love for Percy Jackson.

I began to cry, I was sure no one would find me, no one would care, and the bullying would only get worse. I cried harder. why is my life so horrible? I thought repeatedly. I didnt notise the time going by, I didnt notice that the banging and the teasing from outside disapearing, I didnt notice the light stopping flowing through the crack under the door. but what I did notice was soft knocking on the door, and calm voice that called "Nico, are you in there?" her voice sounded strained, as though she had knocked on every door to every closet looking for me.

I gave a small "hmh" to let her know I was there "Nico, open the door, please." Bianca called. I didnt respond. "Nico please. I'm here to help. just let me in!" there was real pleading in her voice. I still didnt respond, I didnt trust my voice enough to talk. "Nico, I'll stay here all night. I'm not going home without you. so if your staying, I'm staying." she said, with cofidence. 

"Don't stay, I'll be fine." please care enough to stay.

A/N: so this chapter was deifinatly longer then the the last one, :D. it has 1477 words, i hope thats enough for now. please tell me if I'm going to fast or to slow, or if i made Nico to depressed and Percy to upbeat. sorry if I made it to long, I for some reason really enjoyed writing Nico's misery. lol. and I wouldnt mind a review or two...? maybe a vote?

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