All Will Be Well

"I said stop, Michael!" Annabeth yells as the prick tries to slide her shirt up her body. I'm sitting in my usual dark corner at the back of the cafeteria.

I silently walk up behind Mr. Douchebag and say, "You should leave her alone, Goodwen."

"Oh yeah? Why is that, Jackson?" he says, his back to me still, playing with Annabeth's hair.

"Because at least three different lawsuits are probably coming your way already," I say, trying to get some sense through him.

He responds, "I can pay those off in an instant, unlike you, who I hear lives in a trailer and must suck Jackson."

"Can you please find a different name? Jackson is getting pretty old," I say, not even acknowledging how he tried to talk about my financial state.

"What if I don't? Are you going to go home and cry to Daddy? " At this, my laid-back facade dropped like a brick, and voila, he did precisely what I wished he would do.

I let out a chuckle before saying, "your first mistake was not stopping when Annabeth said," Micheal turned around at this looking at me as if I were stupid, "second mistake was trying to insult my financial state even though I probably have a bigger trust than your whole bloodline," I admit I sound cocky saying that. Still, I honestly don't care right now, "and your third and final mistake was saying shit about my father." I say this, deadly calm like an ocean before a terrible storm.

I suddenly unleashed my anger, like opening the flood gates. I hit Michel with a solid jab. He was surprised because when he looked up, there was a new look in his eyes. He threw a punch, and it connected, turning my pitiful anger into full-on rage.

This is a Percabeth AU, and what just happened will make complete sense if you read the book.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PJO HOO characters, but you will see some of my OCs throughout the story; otherwise, all rights go to Uncle Rick