Percy POV

I was having a really good start for tonight. I spend the day with Erica at my house, who wouldn't leave my side 24/7 which I wasn't complaining. I've found out that I didn't have to do any school work because the doctor's signed me a note saying I couldn't because of my concussion. And I have an army of angry God's and Goddesses chasing me across in a busy city, somewhere in London after I led them away from Beacon Hills. You know, just my usual demigod life.

"Mother of-," I ducked my head a bit when I dodged another flaming arrow by the Sun God himself.

Tugging the hood from my black hoodie lower, to cover my face, I quickly ripped my hand up as I spotted a fire hydrant. Feeling the tug in my gut, I threw my hand back as the water moved under my command. I smirked when I saw Apollo being thrown back, dropping the arrow in the process. Dropping the water, I quickly sprinted down the streets, ignoring the cars honking at me to get out of their way. I gritted my teeth in frustration as a pain traveled up my injured leg, which was covered in a black cast boot.

Before I had the chance to even come up with a quick plan, that would most likely end up in a disaster, my nose was completely overwhelmed with the smell of ozone. Next thing I knew, I was knocked off my feet, my limbs flailing in the air as I went airborne. When my back slammed against an innocent man's car, did I feel the electricity coursing through my body, frying my nerves and making me twitch uncontrollably.

"The bloody hell, you little bastard!" I ignored the fat man angry face as I rolled out of the car.

Trying to catch my breath, I ignored the pain, tasting blood filling my mouth. Huffing through my nose, I forced my self to continue running.

"Stupid werewolves, with their ugly face and their stupid everything," I muttered underneath my breath as I flipped over a taxi cab, dodging another arrow.

Ignoring my very stiff and sore leg, I sprinted down the streets. I was wondering what the mortals were seeing at the very moment. A delinquent kid being chased by some officers or old ladies, waving sparkling purses that would most likely be filled with rock-hard cookies. Trotting down the streets, I started to get a headache from trying to come up with a plan. My leg was slowing me down and wasn't helping me the slightest. I was once again, knocked off of my feet as I felt a large body colliding into my own.

Literally having the wind knocked out of me, I wrapped my arms over my face as felt glass shattering when my shoulder impacted it with the force. Feeling the small shards of glass prick against my skin, my body tumbled over what felt like a small round table before it broke into pieces from my weight.

"Ugh," was the only thing I could say as I lay there, staring up the ceiling when I heard people screaming and running out of the small coffee store that I crashed in.

My face scrunched up in a wince as I pushed myself up on my feet, already feeling the bruises appearing on my body. Glass crushing under my shoes, I was amazed that my hood was still up as I dusted of the pieces of glass off of me.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting to do that," I heard an arrogant voice speak up in front of me, just hearing his voice brought this anger that came out of nowhere.

I knew exactly who it was. Just feeling his presence made my body vibrate with such anger, that it surprised me.

"Oh c'mon Ares," I shot him a fake smile. "I thought we were over this. How about, you just let me go and I'll send you a friendship bracelet? Free shipping."

I stared at red tinted sunglasses, hiding behind flaming orbs. He looked the same from the last time I saw him. Black pants that were mostly filled with weapons, possibly a grenade. Black combat boots that looked ready to smash anybody's skull with. A red muscle shirt with a leather jacket over it. His face collected even more scars, a cocky grin plastered across his face as his body and tall height loomed over me. His leather gloves were gripping tightly to a baseball bat.

"I'm gonna break your jaw into millions pieces, you won't be able to speak for the rest of your life," Ares swing his baseball bat in a threatening motion.

"Sounds fun," I hummed. "But, can I take a rain check on that? You know, people to see and things to do."

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling relax despite the army of Olympians Gods and Goddesses wanting to bring me to ultimate death.

"You talk too much," Ares swung his bat towards my face which I quickly ducked out of the way from.

"I call it being more communicative," I bounced on the balls of my feet. "You should try it some time."

Ares just continued to swing at me with his baseball bat. I will admit, he almost landed a few hits here and there but I was too fast for him. His anger was getting the best of him, his hits getting even more wilder as his thirst for the sight of my blood increased. I was using this to my advantage as I run towards the wall before doing a back-flip, barely missing the metal stick.

I gave out a grunt as a slight pain shot through my leg from my landing, quickly shaking it off at the back of my head.

"Fight back," Ares growled at me. "Coward!"

"Um, nah, I'm good," I jumped to the side before leaning back, feeling a gush of air hit me in the face as the bat swung across my face, grazing my nose slightly.

I straighten back up quickly.

"I really don't wanna to knock down you're ego," I smirked at him. "Ah, who am I kidding? Yes I do."

Ares roared out on anger, raising his bat high up in the air over his head. Thinking quick on my feet, I quickly slapped my leather cuff. I felt the heavy weight first appear in my arm before I felt my bones rattling when the force of the metal bat hit my shield that appeared out of no where. The impact brought this loud ringing in my ears, Ares being knocked out of his feet by his own hit.

I wiggled my fingers as I saw Ares land on the ground, rubble and glass everywhere.

"Perseus Jackson," I heard a female say my name.

Snapping my head up, I gulped when I caught the eyes of a pair of familiar stormy grey eyes that I've seen too many times already. I almost said Annabeth's name in shock before I realized who it actually is.

"Athena," I gripped tightly to my shield, feeling uneasy at the moment.

"I've seen you've improved," she spoke calmly as she stepped inside.

She was of course wearing Greek armor, that was absolutely gorgeous, in a very scary way. Her hair was pulled back, hiding underneath her war helmet making her eyes pop even more. In her hand was a spear and in the other, her trusty shield, Aegis. I looked at it at the corner of my eyes and I cursed myself when I flinched at the sight. She stood with pride and wisdom, that it just made me even more furious than before.

"You know, for a Goddess of wisdom, it wasn't wise of you to attack me in public," I shuffled my feet into a fighting stance as Ares angrily stood up.

My eyes narrowed when I saw him try to charge at me before Athena stopped him by slapping her spear against his chest. Her calculating eyes stared at me, hating the way she was looking at me as if I was a lost cause.

"They you understand how desperate we are to bring you to you're end," Athena stared at him.

She's stalling you, Seaweed Brain, I could practically here Annabeth voice whisper in my head. My mother is waiting for the rest of the Olympians to find them before they ambush you. I wanted to snap at her to shut up but that would make me look crazier. Well, more than usual. Even when I want nothing to do with her, she's always there, saving my ass.

"And you should understand that I am not going without a fight," with that, I snapped my arm towards my side, feeling my gut clench as I focus on the coffee machine.

Thrusting my hand in their direction, I hurtled towards them gallons of steaming, boiling water. Athena easily shielded herself with her shield while Ares growled in pain when his skin began to turn red from the heat.

Seeing my opportunity, I retracted my shield before sprinting towards the back exit. Hearing them getting closer to me, I thrusted both of my hands in the air. Pipes burst, water quickly flooding the store as the force brought them to their knees.

Stumbling a bit outside, I quickly looked both ways of the alley that I was in. I groaned in the inside when I caught Apollo on one side and Hermes at the other. Glancing at Hermes, I saw him mouthing something at me.

Run

Glancing above me, I easily spotted a fire escape. I jumped on top of a dumpster with one leg, pushing myself off, my hands stretched above me. Fingers curling around the rusted metal, my body dangling a bit in the air before I hauled my body up, starting to climb. I ducked my head a bit here and there, avoiding the golden arrows that were being aimed at me. Waving at a lovely couple at a window, my fingers scraped against the ledge of the building.

Rolling my body on the other side, I limped back onto my feet. Feeling the gravel crunch under my shoes, I tried my very best to run with the cast on my leg. The wind hitting my face, rippling my clothes as my muscles push themselves to go faster. Glancing to the side, I was almost blinded by a bright white light.

Adjusting my vision, I almost tripped on my own feet when I saw Apollo chasing after me with his chariot. Glancing in front of me, I realized he was trying to catch up to my speed and block in front of me so I won't leap over to the next building. Snapping my head forward, I gritted my teeth to run faster.

Almost slipping a couple of time, I saw Apollo getting closer as I almost reached towards the edge of the building. Shouting in frustration, I launched myself towards the other building in front of me, at a ten feet leap distance. I thought I actually managed to beat Apollo but I was proven wrong when I accidentally stumbled inside his chariot.

Gripping to the side of the chariot, I looked up at Apollo with a shocked look which he quickly mirrored. We just stood there, not knowing what to do now.

"Hi," was all I could say.

Apollo quickly responded by trying to smack me across the face with his bow. With quick reflexes, I quickly grabbed his bow. Soon, we were both struggling as we tried to tug the weapon out of each other hands.

"Nice to see you, old man," I growled in frustration as I shoved him against the rail of the chariot.

He swiftly turned the tables and now I was the one being shoved to the side, the bow close to my neck.

"Ditto, grandson," he responded back sarcastically.

We were so caught up in our little fight, that we totally forgot who was driving the chariot until we crashed harshly back to earth. The chariot broke into million pieces. Apollo flew from one direction as I soared through the opposite. My body bounced against the hard surface, until I twisted my body, causing myself to roll before stopping myself using my elbows.

I gently shook my head as if that would stop the world from spinning. Glancing around from my surroundings, I noticed we crashed in some sort of park. Little kids were crying as their parents screamed, gathering their kids before they rushed off from the chaos. I could heard the distinct of a helicopter above me and I told myself to look down, making sure to cover my face with my hood.

Right when I was about to get up and run off, I felt something cold slide underneath my chin, before it was being pulled backwards, pushing my airway. Choking, my hands grasped the bow once I figure out what it was. I threw my head back, firmly hitting Apollo squarely in his face.

Feeling the pressure loosen against my throat, I jabbed my elbow towards his ribs before I twisted his hold on his bow, using my shoulder to roll him over. Using the momentum, I threw Apollo over my shoulder and to the ground, looming over him as I took out Riptide. Apollo glared at my sword before landing his eyes with my own.

"You don't deserve to wield that sword," he spat at me.

"Zoe gave it to me and I will honor her death by wielding it," I spat back, inching the blade closer to his neck.

"You have no honor," Apollo hissed. "Your a disgrace to your own kind."

"Shut up."

"Your no hero, stop trying to act like you are."

"Shut up."

"Everywhere you go, every person you try to save, dies in the end by your own hands. You are soaked with blood of the innocent."

My hands were shaking in so much anger, I was surprised I haven't slit Apollo's throat by now.

"That's why my daughter is dead because of her son trying to play hero."

I snapped.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother!" I replaced my sword with my fist, landing one across his cheek. "Your the one that abandon her! Not me! You! You and the stupid Gods! You ruined my life! I never wanted this! I never asked for this life!"

Each sentence, I punched Apollo face with so much strength, that my knuckles were stained with the blood of a God. Breathing heavily, Apollo looked at me with his one good eye.

"I curse you Perseus Jackson," Apollo actually spit on me, his mouth filled with gold blood. "Every time you try to use the powers of my domain, may the pain consume you instead of the innocent. May you suffer as you deserve it."

Thunder boomed above us as I shivered under my control, feeling like a bucket of ice cold water ran down my spine before the freezing cold settle on the pit of my stomach, fading away slowly. Glaring heavily at Apollo, I reared my fist back before hitting him one more time in the face. He was out like a light.

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath, pushing myself back on my feet.

I barely took two steps forward before I felt many powerful presence surround me in a circle. I sighed heavily as I watched Hermes, Athena, Ares, and Zeus circling around me, trapping me in the process.

"There's no where to run, Perseus Jackson," Zeus voice boomed, his eyes crackling with power as he held tightly to his lightning bolt.

I just sighed once again, glancing down at the ground as I lazily placed my sword over my shoulder.

"Hello Zeus," I drawled out, placing my weight on my good leg.

"It's over," Athen told me peacefully despite herself pointing her weapon at my heart. "Don't make this harder than it should be. Just turn yourself in."

I glanced around, pretending to be searching for something before looking back at them.

"Don't you guys know me at all?" Faking being hurt. "You know I don't do things easy."

"You can't fight four Olympians on your own, punk," Ares growled at me, looking excited to beat my face into pulp.

"You have no idea what I am capable of," I shot them a smirk.

"Let's see about that," Ares was inching forwards, his body tense ready for a fight.

"Alright," I shrug my shoulders before I transformed my sword back into a pen. "But not today. Thanks for the chase though. Just finished my cardio for today."

The Olympians just glanced at each other, not knowing why I was acting like this making me smirk even bigger. Shooting Hermes a wink, I raised my arms up in a surrounding motion. Before any of them could make grab for me, something leaped out of the shadow next to me. Quickly grabbing Mrs.O'Leary collar, I threw myself over her back as she sprinted towards another shadow.

To shock to even attack me, I was gone before they even realized it. Closing my eyes, hearing dark whispers flying past my ears, feeling like ice was peeling off my skin as Mrs.O'Leary shadow traveled across the country. Feeling Mrs.O'Leary stop running, I opened my eyes to see we were in the desert somewhere in the world. Sliding off her back, I petted her head comfortably as she licked me tiredly.

"Good girl," I gave her a five pound steak which she easily swallowed.

Scratching behind her ear, she stood back on her paws before sprinting to another shadow. Once I knew she was long gone, I closed my eyes, feeling the air shift around me as fire enveloped me like a blanket.

Teleporting to different areas on the planet, I shakily leaned against the wall of the living room in the McCall's house. Sweat glistened my forehead when I used my powers too much. Feeling like taking a nap for three months, I limped towards the couch before collapsing face first on it.

I groaned at the soft furniture, being painfully comfortable to my sore muscles. Melissa forced me to sleep in the living room, not wanting me to climb up to my room with an injured leg. Despite trying to tell her it doesn't even hurt, when her eyes began to gloss over with unshed tears, I finally gave in.

Blindly reaching inside my pocket, I shoved an ambrosia in my mouth, happily chewing it. This time, I didn't hold back the sigh of relief as I could feel the bruises and small cuts fade away from my body. Feeling refresh, my eyes began to droop, my brain begging to finally sleep. When I was so close to be consumed in hopes of a dreamless sleep, my eyes quickly snapped open when I felt something smack me across the face.

Heart stopping for a second, I looked around wildly in alert looking for my attacker, a whine escape my lips when I spotted my aunt looming over me with a couch pillow in her hand.

"C'mon get up," she order me, her hands over her hips. "You wanted to go back to school so your ass better be dress."

I just groaned in response, rubbing my face tiredly. I guess I'll just sleep through class or my free period today then.

"I can't believe the hospital discharged you, while you were only in the hospital for three days!" Erica screeched, gripping tightly to the steering wheel as she focused on the road.

I shrugged my shoulders, looking at the car window from the passenger seat.

"What can I say? I can be very persuasive sometimes."

"There was a bone sticking out of your leg, Perseus Jackson," I winced when Erica used my full name. "Don't forget the major concussion, broken ribs, and blood loss!"

"I'm a very fast healer?" I said it more like a question than an answer.

After I forced myself out of the couch this morning, I quickly changed clothes since the ones that I was wearing, was stained with Ichor and smelled of sweat. After changing into a pair of grey sweats because of the stupid cast, running shoe, and a black hoodie, Melissa shoved the crutches that I am suppose to use in my arms.

After she lectured me about how I needed them and to not try anything reckless today. I scarfed down a bowl of cereal by myself. Scott was acting off today. He just woke up, changed, and sprinted off of the house. It pulled my heart when I saw the hurt look on my aunts face when she picked up Scott's attitude. Tonight was the full moon and with Allison breaking up with him, Derek's death, and the alpha showing up, right now wasn't a good moment for him to shift at the moment.

I was quickly brought out of my thoughts when Erica started to question me even more.

"Still, all of this is just weird," Erica told me.

"I don't know what to tell you Erica," I felt horrible lying through my teeth. "I'm not complaining. I hate hospitals. Hey, what did you have for breakfast?"

"What?" She looked caught off guard from my sudden question and maybe even looked a bit panic.

"What did you have for breakfast? I had cereal and it was amazing," I emphasized on amazing for effects.

"Why do you want to know?"

Because you look skinnier than before, I thought to myself but I didn't dare voice my thoughts.

"Why are you blocking my question? It's just a simple question," I pushed her.

"Its a weird question."

"Erica."

"Percy."

"What did you eat this morning?"

"Fine," she finally gave in as she turned the wheel. "If you must know, weirdo, I also ate a bowl of cereal."

She didn't look me in the eyes when she said this.

"Cool," I bobbed my head up and down, rummaging through my backpack. "Here, you can have my breakfast sandwich. I don't want it."

"Wait, what?" She asked me in surprise, taking her eyes off of the road for a brief second as I placed the warm sandwich that I conjured up when she wasn't looking int her lap.

"I don't want it," I lied, for the thousandth time today.

"Why?"

"It has cheese in it?"

"And?"

"Cheese makes me gassy."

"Percy, I've seen you eat cheese pizza before."

"But its pizza though. Nobody can refuse that."

"What are you doing?" Erica questioned me softly as we finally parked at the school.

"Nothing, I'm just offering my friend a small sandwich," I played with my ring as I looked at her.

We just stared at each other since I wasn't backing down until she accepted my offering. She looked exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, and she looked like she was about to collapse any second. She thinks that nobody would notice because of her baggy clothing but I noticed. I always noticed her.

When I raised an eyebrow at her, she finally sighed, giving in. I smiled in triumphant as she took the food out of the plastic bag before taking a small bite.

"Happy?" She asked me as she swallowed.

"Over the moon," I smiled goofily at her. "Now let's go. You have a test today."

"The one that you can't take because your stupid doctor's note," Erica mumbled under her breath.

I just shot her a wink, missing the blush coating her cheeks as I reached behind me for the stupid crutches. Opening the door, I gave out a grunt as I struggled to take out the crutches. Pushing myself out of the car, I was surprised to see Erica in front of me already, her face scrunched up in worry in an adorable way.

"You got it?" She asked me, not meeting me in the eyes.

"I've got it," I smiled softly.

"Here, let me help you," she reached for my backpack to carry but I didn't let her.

"Erica," I said her name so softly, that it sent shivers down my back in a good way.

Her head snapped up in my direction, her face getting close that it I literally stopped breathing. I got lost in her eyes once again as we continued to stare at each other. Despite my disable situation, I couldn't help but smile down at Erica like the happiest man in the world.

"I'm fine."

Erica's face turned red, her eyes continuing to stare into my own as she bit her lips. Before anything could happen, she turned her head to the side. Clearing her throat a bit, she took a couple steps away from me.

"C'mon crippled, I've got a test," she joked with me.

I rolled my eyes at her, my smile never faltering with her around.

"You hurt my feelings, Rebel," I lifted the crunches in front of me, soon standing next to her.

Having to have digging under my arms was uncomfortable but I had to keep up with my act. Adjusting to the grip on the metal crunches, I sighed heavily before I pushed myself forward, feeling completely awkward by walking on sticks.

My jaw tensed as people around us stopped what they were doing when they heard the Clink and Clank of the tip of the crunches connecting with the cement. All eyes were locked on me and I wanted nothing more to smack each and everyone who keeps gawking at me with these stupid crunches. I ignored the whispers that buzzed in the air, as they connected to the incident of the school towards me. So much for keeping it at the down low.

Struggling a bit by climbing up the set of steps, I smiled at Erica when she opened the door for me. Entering the school building, I froze in my spot. It was even worse inside the school. The most frustrating thing, was that they keep looking at my cast and shooting me sympathetic looks. It angrily reminded of those pathetic poster with a cat hanging from a tree branch, words bolded "Hang in there." It made me want to vomit in disgust.

I was quickly snapped out of my angry thoughts when I felt a gentle touch resting on my bicep. Looking to my side, I glanced down at Erica's encouraging smile and that was enough for me. Shooting a thin smile, I walked Erica towards her locker, completely blocking my classmates around me.

"I should have stayed home," I breathed out, my skin already itching at the eyes settled on me.

"Are you sure? I mean, I could drop you off at you're house right now. We just have to go to the office, tell them that I might have to postpone my test and-," my chuckling stopped Erica's rambling.

"I'm joking, Erica," I eased her nerves. "It would be even more depressing if I just stayed home and doing nothing. I just can't sit there and do nothing."

"Of course you can't," she muttered under her breath as we reached her locker.

I cocked an eyebrow at her from her choice of words, hinting a bit of anger in them.

"What is that suppose to mean?" I asked her as I leaned against the old lockers.

"Nothing," Erica face quickly flushed as I caught her.

I gave her a look and she caved.

"What I was trying to imply, is that, um, ugh, you're always there," she cringed at her words. "No wait, what I'm saying that it's always you, just um, there."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion at her, tilting my head to the side as she lost me. She groaned.

"You're goddam selfless Perseus Jackson! You're always taking the risk of others, not caring what is going to happen to you."

A few people stopped and stared at us from Erica's outburst. I shifted a bit.

"Well, um, someone has to," I lowered my voice, hopefully that Erica won't raise her's to attract attention.

"But why you? Why does it has to be you? And how come you are not freaked out about all of this? Being inside this school because if I almost died by the hands of a killer inside of this building, I would not have the guts to come back again and relive that nightmare."

"Would you be surprise of I told you that this isn't the first time I almost died?" I tried to lighten the mood but I quickly winced at my words. "Listen, I'm fine, I'm alive, I'm coping all of this because I have friends, like you, who are helping me go through all of this. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be a mess at the moment."

Erica went quiet at my words, looking me in the eyes.

"C'mon," I was the one who broke the moment this time. "You have a test to ace."

Grabbing her textbook from inside her locker, I handed it to her and watched as she stuffed it in her backpack. I knew she was dying to interrogate me but I was lucky that she didn't have time as she wanted to make it in time to take test. Erica sighing, we both walked together towards the classroom where the test would be held at.

Letting Erica enter first, my eyes quickly caught Scott's shaggy hair racing towards the first row of desks. I held my breath as I watched him stop in front of a desk, specifically Allison's who would not look Scott in the eye. Instead, she occupied herself by writing something in her notebook, ignoring Scott much to his pain.

"Allison," Scott whispered in a desperate tone that it made me cringe a bit.

I cringed even more as walked behind Scott.

" , please take a seat," got up all in Scott's face who looked beyond pissed.

I tighten my grip on my crunches when I noticed Scott posture, preparing myself if Scott loses control. I sighed in relief when Scott walked off and sat in a seat in front of Stiles. Preparing myself to take a seat near them, I was quickly stopped as a hand clamped down on my shoulder, stopping my actions. Snapping my head to the side, I was shocked to see stern look directed towards me.

" , considering with you're current condition, you will be sitting next to me for the entire testing hours," he ordered me.

My mouth opened and closed, looking at Erica as if she could help me save me from sitting next to the most horrible teacher in this school.

"Umm, ugh, what? You serious?" I asked him, just to be sure.

He rolled his eyes at me and walked off towards the desk, muttering cursed words under his breath. I just sighed in displeasure at the entire situation. Erica shot me a sympathetic look before she quickly head towards the back of the room, taking a seat at the very back room in the corner.

"Great," I muttered under my breath as I hobbled towards desk and sat in the chair next to him.

Plopping down, I looked around. Allison was giving me friendly smile in greeting, but she could not look me in the eye. She was keeping her distant from me because of the whole break-up with Scott. Shooting a smile back, I glanced at Scott and frowned when I noticed him looking longingly at Allison. Looking behind him, I rolled my eyes when I saw Stiles taking unnecessary amounts of number two pencils from his backpack on his test. Finally, looking at the back of the class, my eyes connected with Erica and I did not have to be genius to know that she was freaking out about this test.

Hell, I'm nervous about it and I'm not even taking it. She shot me a shy and nervous smile, blush coating her cheeks. I gave two thumbs up in encouragement, hoping to reassure her that she is going to ace this test with a breeze.

"You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book," on cue, Stiles frantically and most likely sloppily wrote his name on the front cover of the book. "However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher."

"I ask myself that too," I muttered underneath my breath before quickly coughing to cover my words, shooting an innocent smile.

"So, let's get the disappointment over with," lifted a stopwatch up in the air before pushing down on the button, not even preparing the students. "Begin."

The room soon quickly filled with the sounds of paper shuffling and pencil scraping against the surface of the sheets. Feet tapped and pens were being clicked nervously. Glancing around, I was quickly getting bored watching everybody take the exam, something I will most likely fail.

I internally cringed when this guy with a labret piercing, below his bottom lip, coughed roughly behind his open palm. Glancing away, I was not surprised to witness Stiles furiously going through his exam as if it was a coloring book. Stiles may act stupid but if I had to guess, I would have assumed he was a child of Athena or even a descendent of one.

Wait a minute, I thought to myself.

I was abruptly interrupted in furthering thinking when the sounds of heavy panting and stomping footsteps brought me back to reality. Gaping, I watched Scott, who had his head hung low and his backpack over his shoulder, leave in a rush at the start of the test.

" ?" called after him but Scott was already at the other side of the door.

Not a second later, Stiles quickly left behind his test as he too got up and sprinted after our best friend.

" !"

Not wanting to feel left out, I quickly grabbed my crutches and hauled my ass out of the chair next to .

"Where do you think your going, ?" had the audacity to question me.

"Disneyland," I shot back without thinking as I placed the metal sticks in front of me before swinging my body forward, leaning on my 'good' leg.

I didn't even bother to look back at the most likely pissed off look from the chemistry teacher. All that matter right now is reaching for my friends. Managing to catch up to Stiles in the empty hallway, he glanced over his shoulder up at me from his squatted position. My jaw flexed when I noticed Scott's backpack in Stiles hands.

"Where you at Scott?" I mumbled underneath my breath as I glanced around each corner, as if he was going to pop out of nowhere.

Stiles slowly stood back up to his full height, one hand clutching Scott's backpack and the other is his own phone. I watched Stiles dial Scott's phone number and we both waited in anticipation to hear the familiar ringtone.

My ears quickly twitched when I easily picked up the ringtone, quickly stepping in front so Stiles could follow me. I didn't comment why Stiles had the phone over his ear as if Scott was going to answer him but I didn't state that out loud, walking down the hallway until I finally realized where Scott was at.

Standing side by side next to each other, Stiles and I shot each other a concerned look as we heard the shower running from the inside of the boy's locker room, the ring tone getting louder. At the same time, Stiles and I walked slowly towards the stalls of showers. The only thing that you can hear is the sound of the water hitting the tile floor, the clanking of my crutches, and someone breathing heavily as if they were out of breath.

We both hesitated to turn around and face Scott, in fear that he was probably transformed into his wolf form. It is the full moon and Scott has yet to fully grasp the skill of remaining calm during this time. However, seeing Scotts bare back with his jeans on, thank the gods, we both let out a sigh of relief. I didn't realized I had my hand hovering over my bracelet until I forced myself to relax and have some trust on Scott.

"You guys ... I can't ...," Scott panted, not being able to finish his sentence as he was struggling to breathe.

"What's happening?" I felt Stiles was asking me this even though he was firmly looking at Scott. "Are you changing?"

Scott looked pale and he was hunching over, leaning all his weight against the tile wall in front of him. His shaggy hair clung around his face, which is scrunched up in both fear and something else I cannot figure out.

"No, I can't breath," Scott wheezed out.

"Panic attack," I finally realized what was happening to him, whispering my conclusion to Stiles who seemed to figure it out faster than I did as he was already unzipping from Scott's backpack.

He quickly took out Scott's white inhaler, thrusting his arm out for Scott to grab.

"Here, use this," Stiles told him. "Here, us this. Come on, do it."

The shadow of the fan whirling around Scott's face illuminated the skeptical and doubt look he gave us. Yet, Scott still reached over and grasped the medicine from Stiles hand. We both watched as Scott uncapped the inhaler, shaking it before placing it in his mouth. Waiting as he inhaled the medicine being dispensed, I was glad Stiles plan worked once Scott's heavy breathing slow down.

"I was having an asthma attack?" He questioned himself in disbelief, due to not having one recently from his werewolf abilities.

"No," I started, leaning slightly on my crutches.

"You were having a panic attack," Stiles finished as we both glanced at each other at the same time. "But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony ..."

I recalled the moments when we both suffered from this due to our moms deaths. We didn't want anybody else to know about it so we relied on each other to help us out to go through with it. Not even Scott knew about our panic attacks when we were kids.

"How did you know to do that?" Scott questioned us, leaning back on the wall.

"We use to get them after our moms died," I stated when I noticed Stiles opening and closing his mouth, knowing the feeling how this topic is hard for us to express. "Hell, I still get them sometimes."

"Not fun, huh?" Stiles asked him sarcastically.

We just stood there in an awkward silence, letting Scott recollect himself.

"What happened?" I asked him, not really paying attention to what triggered Scott in the first place to freak out.

It took him a moment to think about the question.

"I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer," it was at that moment, that I realized how much Scott really loved Allison.

Just seeing his pained expression, my mind reeled back to the moment when we were trapped in the school with the alpha and I was trying to climb a set up stairs with an open fracture. The flash of blonde hair and striking grey eyes was like someone was shoving a hand straight to my chest and squeezing my heart.

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak," Stiles informed him.

"It's what Stiles experience every time Lydia ignores him," I tried to joke.

"Haha," Stiles chuckled dryly at me before glancing back at Scott. "There's about two billion songs written about it."

"Taylor Swift," I nodded my head, proud of my example I provided.

I flushed a bit when I noticed the looks they were giving me, hinting that I listen a country singer that pre-teen girls most likely listen to. Thankfully, they didn't press too much about it but I knew it was going to bite my ass in the future.

"I can't stop thinking about her," Scott sounded like your typical heartbroken little boy which was really hard for me to see in Scott without his happy attitude.

"Well, you could think about this: her dad's a werewolf hunter and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue," Stiles tried to lighten the mood.

Keyword, tried.

"Funny," I chuckled bitterly. "That's what people use to say about my ex-girlfriend and I. You know, without the whole Twilight scenario."

"You had a girlfriend?!" Stiles stated in perplexed.

"What happened between to you guys?" Scott asked me.

"Cheated on me," I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to talk or think about a certain daughter of Athena. "Also not helpful."

I said the last part as I took in Scott's crestfallen expression.

"Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped and its supposed to suck," Stiles tried again.

"No, that's not it," Scott couldn't explain it. "It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions."

"Maybe it's the full moon," I placed my input. "Maybe this one is harder than the other one because you know what you are expecting."

"But I should be getting better at this, not worse," Scott argued, slamming the back of his at the wall.

"And you will," Stiles reassured him. "In the meantime, we will lock you up in your room later just like we planned. That way the alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either."

I shook my head, still not believing in the fact that Deaton is the alpha.

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room," Scott warned us mysteriously.

"Why do you say that?" A shiver went down my spine when I took notice of the dark look that flashed across his face.

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles asked him.

"No," Scott pushed himself off of the wall and slowly walked up to us. "No. Because if I get out ... I think I might kill someone."

My eyebrows shot up to my hairline, never in a million years could I see Scott ever killing someone, let alone hurt them. Scott, is way to innocent for that.

"C'mon Scott," I gave out a fake laugh as I gripped tightly to my crutches. "Have more faith in yourself."

"I've already hurt you, Percy!" Scott stressed out, tugging on his hair stressed out. "What if I go after my mom next?"

"You won't," I told him confidently as I limped towards him before placing a hand over his wet shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "You will never let that happen. We, will never let that happen, Scotty."

"I-I just don't want to hurt anybody else," Scott ran a hand through his soaked hair.

"Just trust us," Stiles walked in closer as well, grasping Scott's other shoulder. "Does anybody else have the desire to make-out?"

I slammed the tip of my crutches towards Stiles shin, which he quickly gave out this high-pitched squeal, hopping on one foot while also making this ridiculous face that only Stiles can make.

"Shut up," I laughed, glad to at least get a smile out of Scott from the two of us.

Now, all we had to do is get through the night till tomorrow. What could go wrong?

Author Note: Happy Holidays you guys. It's a christmas miracle that I have finally updated this book after what has been years. And I definitely owe you guys an explanation. I was reading back at this story and while reading it, I started to dislike how I was writing Percy to be and I began to lose interest. Thus why, I was creating other stories and have been seriously lacking in updating this book. I had a huge writer's block for this story. However, I've been reading your guys comments and messages that you guys have been sending me, and I started to slowly start writing again for this story.

It was until my friends actually knocked some sense to me and encouraged me to start writing for this story again. A heads up though, after I completed this book, which I definitely will in the future, I will be going back and changing some stuff. Such as grammar (obviously), and making some changes to Percy because to me, he seems too perfect and not a real person in my opinion.

I just want to let you guys know that I am not giving up on this book. This is the very first story that I have written and it still shocks me to this day that people actually enjoy the crap that I am writing. Writing this book is just something that I always enjoyed writing. The idea was stuck in my head for days and when I stumbled upon Wattpad, I knew I had the chance to actually bring my idea to life.