Percy

I was on my way to the cafeteria, putting away my notebook from Calculus. The school year had recently started and I wanted to get a good start on all my work assignments. Too bad that wasn't going to be a problem.

"Hey Percy! How was Calculus?" my cousin Nico asked me. He was a grade older than me, and we were both outcasts in the society of teenagers. Him with his moody Goth look, people stay away from him. Me, well, I'm what you call a geek. With my big squared glasses and button up shirts, not to mention my unreasonable intelligence, I qualify as the stereo typical nerd.

"It's been easy for me so far, but everyone else is struggling." I said taking a seat next to him and taking out my twelve-grain wheat ham and cheese sandwich and fresh red apple.

"Well at least you have it easy, unlike the rest of us normal people," he said stealing a piece of cheese from my precious sandwich.

"Hey jerk, that was mine," I said half-heartedly swatting his arm away.

"Get over it." Nico sat back in his chair and propped his feet up on the table blasting his earphones to Metallica and whatever creepy rock music he listened too.

As lunch wore on, and I had successfully devoured my sandwich without prying hands, I took out my work and started working on my AP English homework. I was in the middle of reading a poem from Robert Frost about a road not taken, when I felt someone staring. You know that feeling when you're sleeping and feel a presence, well yeah that. I looked up and didn't notice anything different from all the usual excited chatter in the cafeteria. But as I skimmed I noticed a familiar face looking at me. She was a girl from my English class I recognized, although I didn't know her name. She was smiling at me and I found it rather odd because we don't know each other. But I had to admit, she was rather pretty with blonde wavy hair with purple and green highlights and red plump lips decorated with the most amazing smile I have ever seen. She started laughing uncontrollably bending over and covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes crinkled with tears leaking out.

I was mesmerized. I've never noticed her before, at least not this thoroughly and I couldn't help but smile in return to her joyfulness.

Loud obnoxious laughter cut me off of my musings and I turned around to see a shocked Luke Castellan wearing a hat of spaghetti noodles with a coat of sauce decorated perfectly on his shirt. A short brunette was brushing off her hands and walking towards the table of the girl that was staring at me. Well, now that I realize she might have been staring at her friend that created food wardrobe for jerks. I watched as she met her friend as they both high fived each other, giggling all the way.

"Dude, that was the funniest shit ever. Did you see that Perce!" Nico said interrupting my staring.

"Yeah, it was. Do you know who she is?" I said pointing towards the girls.

"Her name is Piper. She is a senior and doesn't like to handle assholes like Luke over there," he said diving at another condiment from my sandwich.

"Who is her friend?" I asked quietly, hiding my curiosity.

"Oh, that's Annabeth. Also a senior. I had her in a couple classes last year and I asked her out three times and she totally rejected me, man. I'm telling you that girl is a scary."

I stared some more and noticed she was exactly Nico's type. A Beatle's t-shirt cut off the shoulders adorned her upper half. Her lower half was dressed in denim shorts with rips and tears that went mid-thigh along with black fishnet tights and combat boots. She was the stereotypical punk/rock chick, and I think I was infatuated with her.

The bell rang and all the commotion started to get louder as students gathered their belongings and made their way to class. I watched her as she grabbed her bag and stuffed a bag of chips in there and threw the strap over her shoulder. She grabbed an apple off her tray and stood up, and our eyes met. They were a startling grey, vibrant with long lashes adorned with black eyeliner. She tilted her head as if questioning my obvious ogling. My face flushed and she smirked, taking a bite out of her apple and winking at me. If it were possible my jaw would have dropped and caused a hole in the floor.

I think I might be in love.