Hey guys, sorry it took so long to update, I've had some… Stuff. But I'm back, with a brand new chapter. And since I got all the positive reviews, I'm gonna be spreading the variety. As usual, thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows, and here's the chapter!

Bridget

Time for another grueling day at school. Hurray! I'm soooo excited! Not. Well, at least Greg's gonna be there for me. He's so sweet to me! No one else though. He's a dick to everyone else. But hey, they're all losers, so they don't matter. I usually don't join in, but there's this one kid at school that frustrates me to no end. His name's Percy Jackson, and nobody likes him. At all.

He's pretty much just a anti-social loser with no friends whatsoever. He's always hunched over in this gray plain hoodie, you can never see his face. Even the teachers don't know what he looks like. The only thing we know about him is that he has black hair, because that's kind of the only thing that we can ever see.

But back to eternal damnation, sorry, school. It was a "crisp" Thursday morning, in the middle of autumn. I say crisp, but it really just means a lot goddamn colder than it looks. I sat up in my bed, a bit disorientated from just waking up. I went through my usual routine, combing my hair, applying make-up, etc. I grabbed a power bar on my way out the door, saying goodbye to my step dad as I did so. I saw my friend Jane walking towards our school, so I caught up with her and started talking about what a bitch school was going to be.

"Finally," I exclaimed, "It's time for lunch! It's gotten a lot warmer outside Greg, wanna eat out there?"

"That sounds great!" He said, a huge smile on his face. How about that little meadow thing out by the sun dial?"

"Even better," I laughed. "Wait… Doesn't Jackson sit there?" I asked, a look of disdain upon my face.

"That doesn't matter, I'll just make him move. I'm not a football player for nothing you know. If he doesn't want to, that's his problem!"

"Omygodyourliteralythebest!" I gushed. I just loved my boyfriend. And I really wanted Greg to pound Jackson's face in. It would be so good! I might even record it and put it on YouTube. We made our way over to the sun dial, expecting Percy Jackson to be there. We weren't disappointed.

He was sitting there in all of his loser glory, in his trademark gray sweatshirt. He pisses me off! I elbowed Greg in the ribs, whispering him to go up and make him move. He walked up to Jackson and stood above him menacingly. Jackson saw Greg's shadow and looked up. I couldn't see his face, so I went around next to my boyfriend. He looked at Greg and I with tired looking eyes, almost like he was exasperated. At the time, all I could think was that "how dare he look at me like he's tired of me?! I'm tired of him! He should just go die and make everyone happier!"

To notice how beautiful his ocean green eyes were. Or if I did notice them, I reasoned that they were the only remotely good part about his body.

He looked up at Greg and asked with exasperation on his lips "What do you want?"

Greg looked at him with a look of pure loathing and said, "I want that spot you're sitting in Jackson!" He spat out the name like it was a piece of bird shit, making it seem disgusting and nasty all around.

"No."

"Excuse me?" Greg asked indignantly "I said no. Deal with it Parker."

There was already a small group of people watching the confrontation, and nearly all of them audibly gasped. No one talked back to Greg Parker, and no one called him by his last name but the teachers. And even then, they barely did it.

Greg looked shocked, his eyebrows shooting to the tip of his forehead. "What did you just call me?" He asked, as if Jackson had insulted his pride. Jackson looked down and pinched his nose. From where Greg was standing, it just looked like he was looking at his feet, but from where I was, I saw what he was doing. After a couple seconds, Greg started to smile triumphantly, only to have that smile force back down by what Jackson said.

"Ah, fuck. Ah well."

There was quiet a large crowd now, as Greg had been raising his voice progressively. And for the first time in forever, Percy Jackson stood up. Like, really stood up, like without slouching. And damn was he tall! My boyfriend was about 6'1, which was pretty tall, but Jackson was at least two inches taller. Another gasp came from the crowd, this time coming from absolutely everybody. Not a single person who was in the crowd didn't have their mouths open. And that was before he took off his hoodie. Greg looked surprised for a moment, but he quickly covered that up. Although Jackson was taller than Greg, it looked as if Greg was just all around bigger, except for the height.

And then Jackson took off his hoodie. The first thing I'm sure all the girls noticed was his hair. It was windswept off his brow, as if he had just come from the ocean and hadn't had time to brush. Then, there were his eyes. Sea green, like the Bermuda seas during a storm. I'm pretty sure most of the girls, almost including me groaned when they saw him, obviously remembering all the times they had made fun of him.

Greg gulped, but then pulled himself together, already committing himself to this fight. He started to get the look on his face he gets when he's about to throw down with someone, this confident smile that usually unsettles people. In Percy's case, he just grimaced and took off his hoodie, as if preparing himself mentally for something he didn't want to do, like chores.

Again, more girls gasped as he took of his hoodie and a turquoise blue T-shirt was revealed. It wasn't the shirt that got the girls gasping per say, more the fact that his arms actually stretched the shirt taught and the T-shirt hung off his chest. Greg inhaled sharply when he saw Percy's muscles, and started to lose his confident smirk. But when he realized how many people where watching, he plastered it back on.

Percy settled into a fighting crouch. Greg lost his smirk and put his fists in front of his face and down a bit, classic boxing stance. Greg threw a left hook at Percy, who easily hit it aside with the flat of his palm while shifting his weight the right. He did it almost lazily, as if the whole ordeal was boring him. Oh, and by the way, Greg was trained professionally in boxing, courtesy to his dad, (before he had skipped out on him. That's why he hates his last name.) So he won like, all of his fights ever. But Percy was handling him like an amateur, just knocking his blows aside with ease. Greg threw a few more punches, all ending up like the first one, until Percy finally made his move, still knocking aside his punch, but this time hitting back. It happened so fast that it was kind of hard to follow, and it later became a topic of much debate in the next few years, eventually becoming known as the bass drop, because someone had dropped their music player after seeing Percy and it had kept playing after the headphones disconnected.

Percy had blocked a punch but when he hit back, he kneed into Greg's stomach, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to fall to the ground. Right when he hit the ground however, the music that had been playing had dropped the bass, hence the name. Someone scrambled to pause it right afterward, but someone had started to record. A few months later it appeared as a video on YouTube, attracting hundreds of thousands of views, making the channel go viral.

Greg rolled around on the ground for a while, regaining his breath and groaning, while the rest of us stood around even more slack jawed, if it was possible. Thinking back on it, I believe that we where all getting over the first dodge when it happened, so our minds just kind of blew a circuit when Greg got "knocked the fuck out." When Greg recovered, his face was full of intense loathing for Percy, mostly because he had been humiliated so badly. But, instead of doing the logical thing and conceding, he obviously pulled a knife on him. I was only kind of shocked, because I knew he always carried a knife on him, and he really didn't want to get beaten.

"Oh, your gonna pay for that Jackson! You're gonna pay for that sooo badly!"

Greg was nearly foaming at the lips with rage, and it certainly didn't help matters when Percy sighed, seemingly exasperated and replied, voice laden with sarcasm, "Oh yes, I'm gonna pay sooo badly for that I'm sure."

He had straightened up when he had said this, and Greg took that opportunity to slash at him with his knife. Percy leaped backwards, barley avoiding getting gutted like a fish. His shirt didn't avoid this however, as there was currently a huge rip in his shirt, showing off a well defined six pack that you could probably legitimately wash clothes on. Not that I was thinking of that though, because that would mean that it was better than my boyfriend's, which it totally wasn't. Although… No! Not gonna think about it.

Percy looked down, a little miffed, and said, " Dude! Not frickin' cool! This is a new shirt!" Greg just snarled, and started advancing on Percy, knife in front of him.

"Oh come on dude, everyone knows not to bring a knife to a gun fight!" At this, everyone took several steps back, including Greg, who was now looking wary. The question was on everyone lips, and Percy answered before anyone could ask, though I'm sure not in the way most people would expect, after what he just said.

He shoved back his sleeves and flexed, turning sideways in the classic bodybuilder pose of "Look at how strong I am." and said, "These guns, baby! Locked and loaded 24/7!" Everyone froze for a second, then from the back, a bright, happy laugh drifted up, quickly turning into a multitude of guffaws as the rest of the crowd joined in.

(A/N: Can you guess who that was?)

Percy grinned, and muttered something incoherent under the wail of laughter from the assembled people. Greg just growled again and lunged at Percy with the knife outstretched. Percy sidestepped and kneed Greg again, just as fast, and in the exact same place. I was probably the only one who noticed this, as everyone else was still laughing from Percy's "wit." Greg was on the ground again, and I, like the great girlfriend I am, ran over to him. He was on his knees, holding himself up with his head and grasping his stomach. He was retching on the ground, trying to get oxygen into his lungs, and he reminded me of a fish.

Wow, what a great girlfriend I am. Greg waved me away, and the fight continued. If you can call it that. It was more Percy counter-attacking every time Greg did something. Greg managed to stand up again, this time a bit wobbly. Greg had a desperate look in his eye as he looked at Percy, almost like if he lost this fight his status as "cool" would be ripped away from him, which it probably would. He took a step forward but collapsed onto one knee, clutching at his stomach and the ground.

He looked up at Percy with a crafty smile, and suddenly straightened up, throwing something at Percy and lunging in the same moment. Percy was suddenly shrouded in dust, and as Greg lunged through the dust cloud we all gasped, thinking to see him on the wrong side of the knife. As soon as Greg burst through however, it was him doubled over, reaching out to the ground as if it was his life line. As the dust cleared, Percy stepped out tutting, as if ashamed by Greg's performance.

As he started to walk away from the site, he suddenly stopped and doubled back towards Greg. He had a concentrated look on his face, one that could be mistaken for anger, and I'm pretty sure that's just what Greg did. He started crawling away from Percy, but he wasn't fast enough. Right when we thought Percy was about to stomp on Greg, he just lifted his foot higher and stepped over him, heading towards his things. Greg looked surprised, then angry, as Percy did this. Percy bent over to grab his things when Greg yelled out an indiscernible phrase, hucking his knife at Percy's back. He straightened up at the sound, and was turning around when a blonde girl with a Yankee's ca baseball cap in her hand appeared at the edge of the crowd, reached out and caught the knife in mid air. The throw had been extremely lucky, a shot in a million, and would have hit Percy right in the small of his back. (A/N: I know he doesn't have the curse of Achilles anymore, but it's but a weak spot for him ever since he lost it.) Percy looked at the blade, shivered, then looked at his savior. A couple of wolf whistles came from the crowd, which I could understand. She was almost unbelievably pretty, with blonde hair done back in a pony tail with a couple of curls bouncing around her face from her recent movement.

She had startlingly gray eyes, that looked like they could be calculating some impossible formula or figuring out the best way to take you down. She lowered the blade, shaking her head and said, "Come on, you always have to confiscate weapons, remember? Honestly, I'm surprised you've survived this long you're such a Seaweed Brain."

"Holy crap," he responded, "Annabeth! I wasn't expecting you for…" He checked a watch on his wrist and looked back up. "For… uh… Five minutes ago… Whoops?"

"Oh, shut up. Anyways, while you where having fun, with that thing, I was making sure no body found out about him. I've gotten pretty good with the myst, you know. Hazel's been teaching me."

"Really?" He replied, "Well, thank you very much. He leaned down into a kiss from Annabeth, and about all and a half of the girls in the crowd groaned, already having their hopes of asking him out dashed. I had honestly been pondering it, but like the rest of them, my hopes had been dashed.

"Now then, let's get to lunch. I already told the secretary that you went home sick." Annabeth continued after the kiss. Percy grinned, saying, "Oh my gods Annabeth, you're the best!"

"Yeah, I know Seaweed Brain, let's go."

And just like that, Percy and Annabeth left Goode high school. Percy came back the next week of course, but this time, instead of being bullied, he became the most respected person at out school. I broke up with Greg, who got expelled, and nearly every girl in the school started hitting on Percy. I seemed to be the only girl not completely in love with him, although I will admit I had a crush on him. What straight girl wouldn't? I'm actually pretty sure that some of the lesbians turned bi after the fight. I mean, he was Tall, hot, strong, funny, everything anyone could ask for. I overheard some conversations of girls comparing him to Zac Efron, which I agree with.

Annabeth transferred a few months later, and they became the "it" couple of Goode, although I know Percy had no idea. Annabeth, however, was a different story. She broke the stereotype of stupid blonds completely, as she had almost all AP classes and was as smart as any of the senior nerds, holding her own as a junior. We moved on eventually, but the YouTube video still exists today and still gets steady views. It all turned out well, and nearly everyone was happy in the end. Although we never did see Greg again.

Hey guys, soooooo so so so so so so so soooooo sorry about the lack of updating! I've had no reason, I just haven't had any inspiration. But you guys might be able to expect a new story soon, about and OC son of a muse. I hope you guys like this chapter, and I broke the Punk! Percy curve too. Again, sorry for the amount of time this took, but I have been a little busy. Thanks again, and have a great day!