Percy Jackson One Shots

Courtney Sullivan

More Percabeth I say, because why the hell not? (Stick to the end guys, it gets better...I swear there is shark wrestling...ish)

I stand outside in the blistering cold of the harsh November wind. I shake in my jeans and hoodie, waiting for the rest of my biology class to arrive. We'd been told by Ms. Poe to be in front of the school at eight o'clock sharp for our field trip. So far though no one has shown up except for me. Not even Ms. Poe.

Finally I spot someone coming towards the front of the school and I check my watch, 8:05. I huff and cross my arms over my chest, shivering. I'd been in such a rush this morning to be on time, that I hadn't even bothered to check the weather. Thinking back now, I could've easily changed into something warmer in the time it has taken for someone to show up.

The figure comes closer, and I squint to make him out. Than I look away when I realize who it is. Percy Jackson, the school's loner. Even from here I can see the dangling white cords of his earbuds, shoved deep into his ears. He has on a dark blue hoodie, the hood pulled low over his face. His hands are shoved into his pockets and he's sporting black skinny jeans.

I hum to myself as he draws closer. It's not that I have anything against the guy, in fact I've never even spoken to him. But this is high school. Already people don't notice me, ignoring me mostly on their way through the halls. I do have my friends of course, but if I befriend Percy I would be noticed and casted out along with him.

I sigh as I shuffle around in the short grass of the quad. Maybe that was all a bit selfish, but if it's any consolation, Percy seems fine in his social status.

Percy doesn't look at me when he approaches. He simply stands a few feet away, looking down at his feet. I wonder if I should go talk to him. He really doesn't have any friends and it's not like anyone's here anyways. I glance around furtively, biting my lip.

I'm working up the courage to speak when a few of the more popular kids from my class arrive and I zip my mouth shut.

It's almost nine when my class boards the bright, yellow school bus. I'm sitting near the middle, beside a girl who doesn't seem to want to talk to be, opting instead to kneel on our shared seat, talking with the pair behind us.

I decide to take a page out of Percy's book and burry my earbuds in my ears, blasting music in order to tune out the incessant noise of the bus ride. I stare out the window like the heroine of some melodramatic rom-com, gazing at the passing houses.

Finally the bus rolls to a stop in front of the aquarium. I groan as a ginormous poster of a shark grins down on our bus, welcoming us. The entire place is built in blues and whites and on some of the upper levels is reflective glass. Though the shark sign is repellant, I have to admit that the design of the building is eye catching.

I rip my earbuds out and shove my phone into my pocket. Then I follow the rest of my class out of the bus and onto the sidewalk, which seems unusually busy for it only being 9:30 in the morning.

Ms. Poe leads us inside, circling through the twirling glass doors and into a small lobby with a coat check as well as a ticket booth to one side. The college student seated in the booth looks up lazily as Ms. Poe walks over. "Madison Secondary School," she says and the guy looks down at his computer, tapping a few things in.

Soon enough he nods, bringing out a stamp from behind the booth. "You're all checked in, I just need to stamp everyone's hand."

I roll my eyes. Seriously? Hand stamps? Are we two years old? Never the less I fall into line, walking up to the booth and placing my hand on the counter. A bright red stamp of a shark appears on my right hand and I wince.