So, this is the first part of a threeshot that I hope you all will like! AH, AU, typos, and OOCness. ENJOY!

People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

~The Script~

Part One: Sixth Grade

"Okay, class," the teacher started off, but the rest of that was a boring blur, like something off of Charlie Brown.

Percy was tired of school, and they were only a week in. He couldn't stand the sound of pencils writing on paper or the thick, obnoxious scent of Expo markers. He didn't understand the crap that the teacher wrote on the board—wait, was he in math class? He had to be; the teacher was drawing circles and cubes.

He could've sworn that he was in English about three seconds ago. He blinked. He really needed to start paying more attention, but that wasn't really going to happen. Percy was probably going to end up failing the grade or having to go to summer school, which would suck. Sixth grade was off to a terrible start, in his opinion.

Sighing, Percy turned to an open page in his notebook and began to copy down the problem that the teacher was writing, but it seemed to go on forever. And even after the teacher was done, he struggled just at copying the letters.

It didn't help that half the class wouldn't shut up. They were still all excited about what they had done over the summer, rather than doing their work. They chatted with their friends happily.

"I went to Disney World," one of the popular girls said loudly. "It was so much fun. I stayed in this resort hotel in a suite, and there were like ten pools."

"You're so lucky," a friend of the girl said, who was nonchalantly texting on her phone underneath the desk. "All I got to do was go to South Carolina. I stayed in Myrtle Beach for a few days, and I went to the beach, like, every single chance that I had. The water's so warm down there."

"I had to go to Ohio," said some guy. "We went to Cedar Point. It was a lot of fun, but I swear, I walked like ten miles in one day. I couldn't move my legs for days. My mom thought it was the funniest thing."

Half the class laugh, but Percy didn't even grin from his corner of the room. He continued to glare at his paper.

They thought that they're summers had been boring. Gee, walking ten miles sure must've been hard. Percy laughed inwardly. All summer he'd had to put up with Smelly Gabe's abuse, neglecting behaviors, and drinking habits while his mom worked fulltime. On most days, Percy had been working too. He delivered magazines and newspapers, walked the neighbors pets, cleaned up at restaurants.

This summer he hadn't even had the chance to go to Montauk with his mom. She'd been too busy, trying to make enough money so that they wouldn't live on the streets and so she would be able to buy Percy new clothes and school supplies.

Yeah, they thought they had it bad.

If it hadn't been for Percy's two friends, he probably wouldn't have made it the entire summer.

Grover nudged him from the desk beside his own. "Dude, you need to finish your work. Mrs. Dodds is going to freak out if you don't have it all done. I don't want any extra homework because you were too lazy to write down a couple of numbers and draw a square."

Percy grinned. Grover Underwood was one of those saving friends. The guy looked like he should be out of high school. He had a goatee and wore an old Rastafarian hat over his bushy hair. He loved to eat, something they both had in common, but his legs weren't that powerful. He had to use a cane to get around and couldn't do gym.

"I have no idea what to do," Percy admitted.

"Just write down something," he insisted. "And scribble some notes or something. Make it look like you tried."

Percy did as Grover instructed, but he wrote really sloppily, that way the mean Mrs. Dodds wouldn't be able to read his work anyway. It was a tactic he had learned from the long elementary school history classes. When he'd had a lot of homework, he would just write really badly. That way the teacher wouldn't have a clue what he wrote and give him a passing grade.

Having dyslexia and ADHD helped. It made everything more believable.

"How can you not get it?" Annabeth demanded. "It's really not that hard."

"Easy for you to say," Percy scoffed. "You've never gotten a B in your life. You think these kinds of things are fun."

Annabeth blushed a deep red from behind and then she turned around from the seat in front of him to look him in the eyes. "I want to do good in school, Seaweed Brain. That way I can go to college and get an actual job, not work at McDonalds."

"Whatever, Wise Girl," Percy grinned, knowing that it would set her off. "At least they have good fries."

She rolled her eyes.

Annabeth Chase was his other good friend, or maybe she was his enemy a little too. He didn't know much about her, other than the basics. She was really smart and lived in Manhattan with her aunt because she had some sort of falling out with his step mom. She was kind of cute, with her curly blonde hair that remind Percy of a princess.

Not that he'd ever admit that aloud. She'd ridicule him for the rest of his life.

Her gray eyes were very intimidating though. If he stared at them too long he'd get shivers down his back. They'd become friends in fourth grade after their teacher had assigned them a project. Percy had refused to do any of the work and Annabeth had ended up threatening him with scissors to his wrist if he didn't try. The teacher had ended up having to separate the two of them.

But somehow, that one little act had brought them together in a friendship of sorts over the years.

"HUSH!" screamed the wicked Mrs. Dodds from the front of the classroom, and even though Percy wasn't even being loud, she glared at him. Seriously? What had he done wrong to her? He looked away and pretended to write some more on his paper, and eventually he felt the stares leave him.

"Hey," Annabeth whispered quietly from in front of him. He glanced up to find her reading a book. She held it up so that it completely obscured her face from the front of the room. She sounded nervous.

"What?" Percy asked.

"I know who likes you!" she blurted out in a hushed voice, and the heat was creeping up her body again, flushing against her neck. She toyed idly with a page.

"Who?" Percy demanded. How could someone like him? He wasn't popular at all and most people made fun of him when they found out that he had to shop at second hand stores for his clothes. He was scrawny and not that tall, and girls never talked to him.

He glanced around at the faces of the girls in the room. Silena and Piper talked to each other, and they were both really pretty and really nice, but they didn't hang out with him that much. A few desks over, Drew was talking to her group of friends, gossiping about how much she hated Piper and Silena.

And then there was Clarisse, but he strongly doubted that she was the one who liked him. She'd hated him ever since they were five and Percy had pushed her off of the monkey bars, successfully chipping her tooth. It wasn't Hazel either, because they never really talked.

Maybe it was Rachel or Calypso, or maybe even Reyna. They were all cute and nice to him.

"Who?" he asked again.

"I can't tell you. It's a secret. You don't know her, but she knows all about you." Annabeth left it as vague as that.

Percy was about to annoy the answer out of Annabeth, but Mrs. Dodds screeched, "Mr. Jackson, if there is something you would like to say to Ms. Chase, I'm sure the rest of the class would love to know."

"Um. . ." Percy shook his head and noticed that everyone in the room was staring at him. He bent down over his textbook and Annabeth continued to read as if nothing were happening. Once everyone had gone back to the new work that Mrs. Dodds had passed out, he leaned forward and whispered, "Who is it?"

"I'm not going to tell you," Annabeth said. "She made me promise not to tell anyone."

"Can you give me any hints?"

Annabeth put her finger to her lips to tell him to be quiet and then turned around to do her work. She didn't look at him for the rest of class.

Percy looked at Grover, who just shrugged, obviously just as confused.

Once class was finally over, Annabeth had rushed out of the room, carrying all of her books, and Percy rushed out behind her, stumbling over some crumbled up trash on the ground. Annabeth kept her head down as she walked to her locker, and Percy followed.

"Give me a hint?" he asked hopefully. Curiosity killed the cat, but he had to know.

Annabeth sighed as she put in the combination. "Don't you have another class to be at?"

"Not for five minutes."

"Four now."

"Come on Annabeth! Give me a hint, please!"

Exchanging her books, Annabeth closed her locker and slumped against it. "She's in at least one of your classes, and you went to elementary school with her. She's very smart and has never had below an A on anything. She's older than you are but not by much. And like I said before, you really don't know her, but she knows all about you."

And with that, Annabeth stalked off, brushing at her eyes and heading towards science, leaving Percy standing there, not moving, and staring at her back until it disappeared from view.

He'd gone to elementary with the girl and she was in at least one of his classes. That didn't really narrow it down by much. She had never gotten below an A. There were some very smart girls at his school, because they actually tried, unlike many of the guys. She was older than him, meaning she'd been born any time before August 18th.

You really don't know her, but she knows all about you.

That was the part that he didn't understand, but he didn't bother Annabeth for more information. She looked as if she didn't want to be bothered by him.

So Percy left, going to class, repeating those words over and over again like some type of mantra.

She knows all about you.

. . .