Percabeth Oneshots

Special Education

Captain of the debate club, three-time champion of Edu-lympics, and architecture club frequent, Annabeth was thriving in her senior year of high school. She never pushed for anything less than her absolute best, and the results shone through. So when Annabeth was called into the guidance office, she didn't suspect anything to be wrong.

Her blond ponytail swished as she took a seat across from Mr. Bruner, the senior counselor. He was a very fatherly man and managed to maintain a calm atmosphere even among the most frantic of situations. 

"Ah yes, Annabeth. So glad you could stop by," he greeted her. "I have a small something I want to talk about concerning college applications."

Annabeth picked at her beaded necklace and waited for him to continue. 

"Your essays are phenomenal, your grades speak for themselves, and your recommendations shine," Mr. Bruner said with a sigh. 

Now she grew even more confused than before. None of this was a bad thing, but the scrunch on her counselor's brow was not comforting. 

Wheeling himself behind the desk, Mr. Bruner continued. "I am worried about your extracurricular activities. They are all rather solitary and involve just you going up against someone else. I believe it would be beneficial if we included a more peer-focused activity."

Now Annabeth was almost rolling her eyes, almost. She worked best alone; no one else could keep up. But if Mr. Bruner really thought it was necessary...

"What do you have in mind?"

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Captain of the swim team, official skater boy, candy-distributer, and principal's office frequent, Percy was thriving in his senior year of high school. His grades, on the other hand, were not thriving. They were dying a slow painful death. Because of this, it was no shock to Percy when he was called to Mr. Bruner.'s office. 

"What's up, boss?" Percy yawned as he flopped down in the student chair and slung his bag in the corner. 

Mr. Bruner sighed with a disapproving fondness and pointed to the beanie on top of Percy's jet-black hair. "Mr. Jackson, please deign to abide by the dress code, at least while in the front office. And tie your shoes before you fall down the stairs and break your neck."

Percy grinned and dramatically leaned down to tie his wave-printed converse. "So what did you need to talk to me about?" But before the counselor could speak, he waved his hands. "Wait, wait, lemme guess. I got accepted into Harvard."

With a second large sigh, Mr. Bruner leaned towards his student. "Quite the opposite in fact." He noted Percy's wince but continued. "If you don't bring these grades up, graduation will be next year and that swim scholarship will be history."

"I know, I know," Percy acknowledged while picking at some chipped nail polish. "I really do try," Mr. Bruner raised an eyebrow. "sometimes."

The kind man took off his readers and began to polish them. "I believe you need some extra assistance in seeing your assignments and their due dates more clearly," he smiled warmly. "A buddy, if you will."

Percy almost rolled his eyes, almost. A buddy? What were they, in elementary school? But if Bruner wanted him to...

"What do you have in mind?"

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Exactly one week later, a few minutes before lunch hour, Annabeth arranged her pencils and notebooks at an empty library table coated in rude messages. She moved her water bottle to cover a poorly drawn pencil dick and took a deep breath. 

Mr. Bruner had enrolled her in peer tutoring, as the tutor of course, until her assigned peer rose all of their grades to passing. He hadn't revealed the student's identity and described it as a "test of patience". Annabeth hated patience, but she always passed tests. So she tucked a pencil in her blond hair and waited for the mystery flunker to show up.

The bell rang and at the same moment, a scruffy, raven-haired boy came skidding into the library. He wheezed a hello to the librarian and gazed around the library. His eyes lit on Annabeth and a strange feeling tickled her chest.

It wasn't tense or nervous like most of her other feelings, but something warm and relaxed. His eyes were just so green. They looked like a perfect sea day with a good book and the warm sun. But wait a minute, that face looked familiar.

He came ambling closer and Annabeth got a better angle to study him. "Oh great," she muttered as the recognition set in. The goofy captain of the swim team. She hadn't recognized him with clothes on, without goggles, and not soaking wet. 

His untied shoelaces dragged the ground and he gave her a chipped smile. "Hey, are you the tutor chick?"

Annabeth immediately bristled. Tutor chick? She could already see the sessions with this arrogant green-eyed boy going down the drain. "Yes, I am here to peer tutor. Please have a seat." She gestured to a seat at the other end of the table, but the boy plopped down a seat away from her.

His bag fell open and crumpled paper spilled out onto the carpet. "I'm Percy, by the way."

"Annabeth," she responded politely and they exchanged a cordial/relaxed handshake. "Are you ready to get this thing started?"

Hello friends, it has been a while! I hope all of my old readers, and all the newcomers will enjoy this chapter. As usual, just lmk if y'all want a part 2. Have an inspiring, peaceful, wonderful, growth-filled day lovelies!!

~Noot Noot