Tap, tap, tap

ADHD has its moments – like jacking up my impatience levels by 10 when I'm forced to wait outside the principal's office.

Tap, tap, tap

My shoe rhythmically collides into the floor. ADHD and impatience mixed together have caused it to go on auto mode. I couldn't control the action if I wanted to and if I did I'd probably have to jump up and do laps to get rid of my pent up energy. Finally, mercifully, the door opens.

'Mr. Jackson, Mr. Argent will see you now.'

I stand up and nod my thanks to the receptionist. She leads me into another office and waits till I am seated before leaving.

'So, Perseus Jackson is it?'

I cringe inwardly. A 60 something man sits behind a simple desk, his attention apparently diverted to the stack of paper in his hand. Lucky for me – he can't see my foot that has started tapping again. Irritating habit, I should get rid of it.

'Percy, sir,' I reply.

The principal grunts.

'Despite your… destructive reputation… I see no reason to keep you from receiving your education.'

Incredibly, I manage to keep my mouth shut. ADHD again. Eventually, the principal looks up from his paperwork.

'Your cleared – go outside and collect your timetable from the front desk.'

I hesitate for a moment, confused at the abrupt and unusual comment.

'Uh… Ok, sir,' I said uncertainly.

He doesn't respond, or he doesn't care. His attention consumed by the paperwork once again.

For the second time that day, I abandoned my chair and let myself out of the office. Walking to the front desk I collected my timetable from the office lady and walked back outside into the hall. Free from prying eyes, I relaxed and glanced down at my timetable – Chemistry first. Sighing, I made note of the class number and hurried to find it. Ironically, I glanced up and spotted a small black, unmistakable camera wedged in the corner of the ceiling. Guess I was more observed out here than I was in there. Still, Beacon Hills High School couldn't be any weirder than the other School's I'd gone to.

…with covalent bonding, there is an option of two different bonds between molecules; the first being a double covalent bond and the second being–

The Teacher's bland voice was abruptly cut off as I awkwardly walked into the classroom.

'Is there a reason you are interrupting my class?' he asked in a monotone.

'Um, no… I mean, no sir,' I hastily added.

The teacher rolled his eyes.

'I see, the new student' he said to no one in particular, 'well you can't be any worse than Stilinski, find a seat.'

I glanced around the room and spotted an empty seat next to a bored looking boy.

'Can I sit here?' I asked.

He jerked up in his seat, seeming to notice me for the first time.

'Huh? Oh, yeah sure,' he said.

Gratefully, I slid into the chair and took out my books.

'I'm Percy by the way,' I told him.

The boy smiled briefly.

'Scott,' he said.

I turned back to the teacher who had been continuing his endless drone since I'd arrived. Staring at the board, the words swam before my eyes; constantly changing shape every time I tried to focus on one. Sighing, I gave up trying to learn and slumped in my seat. This was going to be a long lesson.

BRRRIIIIINNG!

My salvation.

After 40 grueling minutes the bell had finally saved me from my drawn out misery. A lanky kid with brown hair sauntered over to Scott.

'Yo, Scotty,' he greeted his friend.

He glanced in my direction and nodded his head in acknowledgement.

'You new?' he asked.

I nodded.

'Cool, I'm Stiles by the way,' he said.

'Percy,' I replied.

He grinned.

'Nice to meet you Percy,' he said.

'You too,' I told him.

Turning around, I made my way towards the exit. It was lunch and food was calling.

Stiles watched Percy retreat until he left the classroom, then he abandoned his façade of casualness and turned to Scott.

'What do you reckon – werewolf?' he asked eagerly.

Scott sighed.

'Na, every time Derek turns someone I usually find out about it before they come to school and he doesn't have a scent either.

'Oh,' Stiles said, slightly embarrassed at his rash conclusion.

'But he's… different,' Scott said uncertainly.

Stiles whipped his head around and faced his friend.

'Different? Like…. Kanima different?' he inquired.

Scott hesitated.

'No… that's the weird thing; when I was around the Kanima it felt... Dark. Percy literally radiates power.'

Stiles scrunched up his face at Scott's explanation.

'Huh?' he said.

Scott sighed.

'I don't know either myself but I say we keep an eye on him,' he advised.