The very concept was madding and questioning to his state of mind, along with his emotional balance.

He sat in that ugly white brick and concrete room with nothing better to do but to look at him. He had homework, even an Advance Placement English paper due the next day that he hadn't given a second thought about. He had a book he was reading, even on the second to last chapter of the exciting murder mystery. Yet, here he was sitting trying his best not to look up and make eye contact with him.

It was only the second day of the school year and he had already found himself in the same position he always found himself in. He was stuck in a class with him again. It was ungodly unfair, yet sweetly satisfying all at once. It drove him mad.

Last year, the selected torture chamber was Chemistry. It was held in the same hallway they were in now, only a few doors down from the entree. He was the one of the first to arrive in and take a seat near the back, taking the end corner of the long wooden table. More soon filled in during the four minute time period, which was ending by the ringing bell. The teacher was doing roll call at a the time he softly knocked on the door, which she opened after signing dramatically, causing him to roll his eyes over the slight intake of what he would have to deal with as a teaching minster this year.

It was the most surprising moment of his life.

He walked in the most causal, yet extravagant way he ever seen before. It was absolutely boring, yet ungodly riveting. It was life saving, yet lethally intoxicating.

He only wore jeans and a simple blue shirt, with an obviously aged backpack with a faded white name brand on the front pocket, hanging off his shoulder. His shoes looked comfortable, matching his stance with slight lazy leaning and a hand slightly stuffed into his pocket. He greeted the teacher like a friend which was received and returned in the same fashion. Normally, he would roll his eyes again at the supposed teacher's pet, but he instead solely admire him more, taking in his easy going character and also labeling him as friendly and kind.

The teacher let him in, which was responded by the other boys in the room calling out to him with wide grins and snickers. He only smiled back at them with there friendly jokes and took his seat.

From then on, his battle of consecration was deeply divided between the teacher, who wrote her loopy name on the board, and the him, who was sitting on the other end of the table, about three seats away from his own. It was clear that he was out of his rightful and natural place. The boys from the other side were laughing and kept waving over to him direction. All of them were similar, yet different. They all shared the same appearance of brand names that were assumedly expensive and in trend with today's society. They all had the ideal flawless skin and strong jaw line that were probably hidden underneath a football helmet or seen on the front page of the paper. They all shared the same hair style as well, making it look at if they forget to get there back to school haircut, leaving there locks curly and long, like waves of gold or chocolate. His was dark brown, almost black and more wind blow then the other who were trying to pull it off.

He ignored the fluttering feeling in his stomach and focused on the teacher who was speaking loudly to overpower the other boys. She didn't approve of there talking but didn't dare do any act of discipline to stop them. He just kept his head down and his eyes away from the sight, knowing that if he looked at the other boy or his friends, he wouldn't be able to look away again.

It wasn't till the end of class, when he stood to put his own backpack on and leave, when he realized that the boy near to him was ignoring the other boys who were acting more of the acts of taunting then actual playing and joking. They blew his kisses and kept smiling at him like they were acting interested, but it was to obvious of what they were actually doing.

There whispers and jokes where to quiet for him to hear them, so he was left in total shock at his self discovered exposer of the other boy's character. He looked just like them; acted in the same praising and dreamy manner. And yet, that one simple little ding in his character was enough to group the golden looking boy in the same area as he himself was. Even more then either wanted to admit. Heavily grieved empathy and unfortunately familiar monachopsis was held for him from that day on.

That year, in that large room with concrete floors and squeaky chairs, he had found himself to slowly become obsessive over the other different male and all the little habits that he had that made him possessive. He favored that way he always squinted his eyes when he was thinking really hard over an unbalanced equation that they had to solve, causing the loose messy strings of his hair to hang in front of his face. Or the way would bounced his knee when he was half listening to the teacher and adventuring into his own little world. He wished that, sometimes, he could go with him.

They never spoke to each other. They were never grouped together in any projects. All they were, were simply just two boys that sat at the same table. One of them painted golden with pure perfection. The other coated in black with unremarkably commonness. Both were nothing of what they seemed; not showing the true deficiency they both truly held inside.

Deep down, he had regretted never speaking to the beautiful boy. His only kind of stunt of communication he ever tried with the boy was stare at him till he felt his piercing dark eyes on him. One time, around the end of year, when nothing was happening, he was too late in looking away before being caught and they happened to make eye contact. The boy he had not stopped pondering over in his mind the whole year had the most beautiful eyes, with a shade of mixing both green and blue he could never envisage before.

And the boy smiled at him, friendly and kind. He returned it naturally, which was almost as unique as those eyes.

He himself believed in the universe. He believed that fate and destiny were friends, sisters even, and they could make the most wonderful things happen, along with the worse. The theory over balance they had was that, out of ever good come a little bit of bad, and vice versa. And they somehow seemed to make it work. He firmly believed this, making it the stability he had to move forward onward in his life that had both hardships and wonderful moment that reflected off each other. He just didn't know if this was good or bad.

This being him sitting in the same spot as before in the classroom, reacting his same routine as before whenever he was around the boy. He kept his head down and tried not to notice the way everyone else stared at him like a deadly plague. He had heard all the rumors about the beautiful boy and his attraction, and have also heard all the names and they called him and how he was labeled to doomed in the end. He also learned his name through all the messy things and never heard anything sweeter.

It was when he felt himself lifting his head again when he realized he was breaking his self invested rule of not staring. That's when he found those beautiful eyes again, looking at him for a second before panicking and turning away to his left. It was wonderful, yet earth shattering all at once.

It wasn't long after he looked away when the bell rang for the last time. He gathered his things as others rushed by him in a swift paste. Being a senior himself, he understood the feeling of being in a terrible hurray to get to his car for some personal freedom. He was just about to leave when he felt someone approach him. He glanced up to find the golden boy himself walking up his way, following along at the end of the pack of students.

He stopped in front of him, still and somewhat nervous. Nico was slightly taken back by the sudden action, yet satisfied to a great degree. He felt himself slightly smile again as he casted his eyes downward.

He looked back up to see those beautiful eyes again and he felt himself fully smile.

"Hey, Percy."

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Here's how it goes: This is through Nico's P.O.V. Nico is a senior in high school who is secretly crushing/obsessing over Percy Jackson who is also a senior. This year they share a last period study hall together and Nico finds that nerve racking, making him look back onto his junior year where they share a chemistry class together, even sitting at the same table. But they never spoke to each other. That's where Nico finds himself feeling for Percy, who is made fun of for being gay in the class by the other male students. Nico, being in the closet about his own sexuality, feels bad for him and begins to grow towards him in a somewhat romantic way, causing him to stare at him a lot. Now they have study hall together and things are changing for the better hopefully...

I just started writing this yesterday and decided to make this a cute little one shot, if not more.

Thanks for reading, please review.