All Will Be Well

"I said stop, Micheal!" 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 Annabeths hair.

"because there is at least three different lawsuits that are probably coming your way already." I say trying to get some sense through him.

he responds with, "I can pay those off in an instant unlike you, who I hear lives in a trailer, 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 drops like a brick, and voila he did exactly what I was wishing he would do.

I let out a quiet 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 but 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 a ocean before a terrible storm.

I suddenly unleash my anger like opening the flood gates. I hit Michel hard, he is obviously surprised because when he looked up there's a new look in his eyes. he throws a punch and it connects, 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 fo the pjo hoo characters but you will see some of my OCs throughout the story otherwise all rights go to uncle Rick