This is just a short story that I thought up during school. It really doesn't lead up to anything, meaning no monsters, no other demigods. Nothing.

Just felt like I needed to warn you…

It was just a regular day in a regular old gym class. Or, at least, as regular as you can get when you're a demigod.

All the popular kids were roaming near the middle of the room, acting like they owned the school. All the jocks were in the corner, flexing their muscles and acting tough. And then, of course, there were us. The rejects. The weirdos. The kids who looked like they had been denied a "proper" childhood when they were little (which in my case, was kinda true), and had just turned out all wrong.

We were the ones trying to be invisible.

Of course, I probably could have taken any of the others on in a wrestling match, or sword fighting, or archery, or, heck, kicking a can around to see how far it went, but Chiron had warned me against showing my talents in a mortal setting. And besides, it was easier to stay unnoticed if people thought you were weak.

Which was exactly why I was hanging out with this group.

Of course, there was one guy in particular who, for some reason, just couldn't bear to ignore me. His name was Jake Adler, and he was the leader of the jock group.

"Hey, Jackson!" he called out; interrupting an interesting conversation me and another kid were having about Greek gods. "I'm gonna crush you later in water dodge ball!", kindly demonstrating exactly how a balloon would smash into my face with his beefy hands.

I rolled my eyes as I turned away. Today was soaking day. It was pretty much the only time of the week in Goode High School that you could go outside for gym, and the day that everyone dreads. You see, some day, somewhere, someone in Goode had decided to make up a game called Water Ball. It was an ugly mixture of dodge ball, capture the flag, and a classic, all out, water balloon fight. Luckily, it was a game that I was actually good at. Being the Son of Poseidon and all, I could actually control the water in the balloons to hit anyone with pinpoint accuracy. Of course, with the Mist (a magical veil that shields mortals from any magical happenings) covering my classmate's eyes, my amazing skill was contributed to dumb luck and bad aim.

How a water balloon hurtling at you with a speed of 40 miles per hour could be considered bad aim, I don't know. Luckily, my friend, not to mention the Oracle of Delphi, Rachel Elizabeth Dare was in my school, so at least somebody would believe me when I explain the real reason my team is suddenly so lucky.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare was a mortal who could see through the Mist. We'd met earlier when I nearly killed her at Hover Dam (long story), and somehow, she just happened to be in my school. Rachel did save my butt during orientation though, (let's just say that I'll never look at cheerleaders the same ever again), so we became friends (there's nothing like the threat of being eaten by demented empousai that brings two people together).

So, back to present day, as everybody was warming up for a good game of Water Ball, a balloon suddenly exploded on the back of my head. I spun around as everybody laughed, and saw Jake and his crew smirking at me, holding another water balloon. I resisted taking out Riptide, since pulling out a cheap, drug store pen in this situation probably would escalate me into the Crazy group. And despite what I had said earlier, I still have a reputation to uphold.

So, instead, I growled angrily to myself, and prepared to unleash the full fury of a Percy style water balloon fight onto Jake Adler's meaty head.

Finally, after a long five minute delay (doing who knows what), our coach blew the whistle, and the war began.

Cries of pain and mercy immediately started as soon as team Jake ascended to my side of the playing field. I cursed, only then remembering that my team consisted of all the weak people in the school. I picked up a water balloon that had just rolled my way, and prepared to chuck it to whoever got in my way. Obviously, that person was Jake Adler.

"Hey, freak!" he called out to me, hoisting a watermelon sized balloon up on his shoulders. "Get a load of this!"

I don't know if he was just being stupid, or he was just born this way and I never noticed, but he hurled it toward me. Heck, I didn't even have to use my powers as the Son of the Sea God for it to splatter on the ground right in front of Jake, drenching him in freezing water. He choked and sputtered theatrically, and then glared at me like it was my fault.

Ah well, too bad for him, because I just smiled at my luck, and threw the balloon, willing it to speed up and slam right into Jake's face.

Bull's eye.

Jake cried out, and then toppled over, dragging along two other teammates who had rushed over to defend him.

I grabbed some more balloons from the ground, suddenly caught up in a craze to win, and began flinging them onto the other team, silently willing them to hit the opponents with the force of a speeding hellhound (and believe me, you never want to know what that's like). Pretty soon, every last kid on the other team was lying flat on their butts, blinking out the water from their eyes and looked around dumbly, like they were shocked that they lost.

Everybody from my team, however, was staring at me like I had grown a third eye. I felt the blood drain from my face as I realized what I had done. Smiling weakly, I shrugged.

"Dumb luck?" I offered.

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Quick question though. Stories like these are called one-shots, right?

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