Nancy Bobofit from the Lighting Thief probably saw herself as the bane of Percy's existance. What she doesn't know is the 12 year old 'freak' she used to torment is very different now. So different, in fact, that she wouldn't reconize him at first. Now, some of her overused lingo and adjectives are because I see that as her character, so please don't give me a review that says, "You overused the word amazing" or "skillz isn't proper grammer" I just had a feeling she lacked a wide vocabulary. I also see Nancy as self-centered, and not the brightest crayon in the takes place between the demigod files and TLO. The last segment is right before TLH. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my stuffed bunny. Which isn't in this story.

"Ugh," I groaned for the millionth time.

"Nancy." My mom chided me, "I know how much you like Yancy, but it only goes up to eighth grade, and you must attend high school. It's for the best. You can be happy here, too."

I groaned (again), "Mom… This is a public school. Do you understand what that means? It means disgusting poor people stuff."

Mom sighed lightly. Gosh, why does she have to be so freaking delicate all the time? "Now, Nancy, dear; we discussed this. There's nothing wrong about having less money. And as for all the 'disgusting stuff'…" her voice trailed off, and she whipped a small package from her purse and tossed it at me. Wet wipes? It'll have to do. "This should help." She concluded as we arrived at the large building.

"Off you go, now. Be good, dear."

"Bye, Mom!" I was so out of there.

"No stealing!" she called after me. Yeah, right.

Goode High? There were welcome banners everywhere for our freshman class. They read, "We're all family" and "Goode is Good" and a bunch of stuff like that which made me want to upchuck. Like it here? Not in this lifetime.

I skipped out on orientation, but I'd find my way around. I have natural navigation skillz. Let's see… An English room…A science room…. Aha: My homeroom! Told ya I had skillz. I was about to slip inside, when something stopped me. Two people in the hallway were having an urgent conversation- Easy to pickpocket.

I crept closer (Ya know, with my awesome skillz) and starting eavesdropping, listening for an opening.

"Being here again is weird, you know? I mean, I know Annabeth destroyed Kelli, but still…" A fiery red head (Like me, but lacking serious skillz) admitted.

A… rather attractive boy with raven black hair attempted to comfort her. Going out? Not for long.

"It's alright. Annabeth hit her pretty good. And while I'm not lucky, she… Well, none of us are lucky, really. But it'll be fine." He's totally ripped. And soon to be mine.

"You said monsters can't die… What if she comes back?" Genuine fear? Pansy.

"It's possible, but she's a more powerful one. Sometimes it takes them longer to reform. Sometimes it lets them reform faster." The amazing boy explained. I almost didn't hear his words. His back was to me, so I couldn't see his mouth moving, but I still got distracted by those sure to be amazing lips.

The girl rolled her green eyes, "Thanks. I feel so better now."

I could sense his perfect lips stretching up in a half-smile, "She hasn't come to kill me yet, so I'll going with it'll take her awhile."

His voice was so… enticing. But I had to focus! Did I want his money or not? I located his jean pocket, and his pants fit him real good. Mmhh.

I was close to him now; I could see his dark blue t-shirt tightly hug his well-muscled body.

"Well, at least you're here, so I have a chance of survival." The girl sighed, just as a shrill bell broke through the chatter resounding off the walls. "But we'd better get going if we don't want detection."

"Yeah," the hottie agreed, "but first, there's someone I have to talk to."

The girl looked confused, then alarmed, "Who? Did camp contact you? What's going on?"

The cutie shook his head reassuringly, "No. Everything's fine at camp. Just war preparations, the usual. I meant the person behind me trying to pickpocket us." Quick as a flash, he turned, and his piercing green eyes met mine. "I think you should go to class, and not bother us anymore."

I was right, he did look amazing. And his lips were so soft and kissable…

I snapped out of it. "Hey, my name's Nancy. Nancy Bobofit."

His eyes grew wide, "You have to be kidding me. You're the Nancy that bullied me and Grover at Yancy?"

The red head raised her eyebrows, "You just make enimies everyone, don't you? Ever thought of making some friends outside of a mythology book?"

He ignored me and turned to her, "Annabeth's not from a mythology book."

"She's still part of the whole world. Fighting monsters and all of that."

"Okay, you, then."

"I guided your quest."

"Well... I thought Tyson was mortal."

"But he wasn't."

"There's... Blackjack!"

"Who?"

"My pegisus."

"Your kidding, right?"

Thier petty banter continued on.

No, no, no! He was supposed to be talking to me! Wait- did he say Yancy Academy? "You went to Yancy? You knew that freak, Grover?"

He stalked toward me, and I must admit, it was a little scary. "Grover. is. not. a. freak."

That girl tried to pull him back, "No, Grover's awesome. Walk away."

He stopped, but his eyes blared with anger, "I already have enough to deal with! I don't need you messing up my life anymore than it already is." He stalked off to class, furious.

The girl turned to me, "Look. I'll hold Percy back from beating you up, no matter how much I'd love that. This other girl, Annabeth? She'd help him take you down. You'd better just stay away from him. Cause there's a pretty good chance she'll win. That Percy'll pick her." Then, she went to follow the mega-hunk.

"Wait!" I called after her. She stopped, but didn't turn around.

"What?" she hissed.

"His name is Percy?"

"Yeah. Percy Jackson." And with that, she walked away, leaving me with that new knowledge.

I knew those see-green eyes were familiar. I can't believe I'm into that… freak. And he didn't even recognize me. It hurt, I won't lie. I also won't be seeing him again. I'll avoid him at all costs. Because if Percy Jackson finds out I have a thing for him, the shame would be eternal.

18 months later

I was making my down the halls when I saw him. He was putting stuff in his locker, and looked excited for break. In a good mood. I know I looked very different then I did the last time we'd encountered. It was time to make my move.

I walked up to him flirtaisouly, "Hey."

He looked suprised that I was talking to him. I mean, someone with my skillz talking to him. Of course he would be honored.

"Uh, hey."

"So, what are you doing after school?" I batted my eyelashes and stepped closer, so his warm muscular body was just barely touching mine.

He closed his locker and stepped away. "Meeting up with someone." He looked kinda uncomfortable. Hm... Kick up the flirting?

I pushed him against the locker, and stepped closer so he couldn't get away from me. "You should probably cancel that, then." I said, trailing my hand on his chest.

He pushed me away. "I don't think so."

"It's Percy, right? I love that name." I purred. Why wasn't it working?

"So do I."

I whipped around. There was a girl with blonde curls pulled back into a ponytail and grey eyes that made me want to shrink away. I never realized until afterwards that I actually did.

Percy looked more relaxed now, as the blond came up to him and intertwined thier hands. "Ready to go?" Percy asked, his amazing eyes sparkling.

"Absolutely." She pecked him on the cheek and began to pull him away.

"Thanks," he told her, "I didn't really know what to do." he gestured to me, and that got me mad. He didn't LIKE having me near him?

"Well you knew what to do when I encounterd you the first day of freshman year!"

They both stopped and stared at me.

"Who was that girl with you that day? You have a different one now."

The blonde turned to Percy angrily, and we quickly explained himself. "I was probably hanging out with Rachel!"

She gave a curt nod than turned to me, "You encountered him, huh? What's your name?"

Oh no, I thought, This is bad. She's kind of terrifying.

But I sucked it up and sumoned my skillz. "Nancy. Nancy Bobofit."

Percy sputtered, "Your kidding? I told you to stay away from me!"

The girl quickly turned to him, "What happened?"

"You know, when Chiron made that house call to me?"

"Of course I remember, Seaweed Brain."

"There was this bully, always getting on Grover for his limp. I always hated her."

The blond looked me up and down.

"Never talk to him again." Then she turned, and Percy led her out. Smiling.

Why doesn't anyone give the bully a second chance?

Kay, a little choppy, but I whipped this up pretty quickly. Hope you liked it! Review, please!