Final exams are going to start tomorrow. I know I said in my other Percico fanfiction "Depression," I said that I wouldn't be updating this week. Well, I have to wait for an hour for my dad to get me fron school since he doesn't trust me to walk home, so I decided to type this
Disclaimer: I do not own the song Am I Wrong by Nico and Vinz.
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Percy Jackson
I was definitely not prepared for how much it hurt. I mean, I thought I was, but I thought wrong.
I wish I could've erased that day from time and existence. Someone was probably born that day, but I still wanted to erase the day when the broken pieces of my heart were broken even more. That person could be born another day.
Annabeth and I turned a corner, and I almost ran into the person who was going to run my heart over with a car that contained the coldest emotions someone could ever possess.
Someone, most likely Silena, pulled him back to prevent him from running into me, and Annabeth tugged on my arm to stop me. My crushed heart was now pounding furiously against my chest as I glanced down at the person who I regretfully lied to.
He glanced up at me with blank eyes. They weren't full of happiness and love like they used to be. I missed getting lost in those eyes. Why did I have to go and take it all away?
I almost felt like breaking down just by looking at him. Actually, I was about to until Annabeth tugged on my arm again and whispered in my ear, "Pull it together Percy!"
I blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill as I looked at her in the corner of my eyes. She had a determined gaze on her face when she nodded slightly to me.
"Annabeth?" Silena, who was standing behind Nico, finally broke the silence between us. I noticed that she didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence.
"Hi, Silena," Annabeth greeted.
"We were about to look for you!" She cried. "Where have you been?"
She lightly elbowed me. "Talking to Percy. Remember? He's your friend, Silena."
Her gaze averted toward me as if she just noticed me. "Oh, hey Percy!" She greeted enthusiastically, but I could tell already that it was fake from the first word of the sentence.
"Hey," I greeted simply. I debated on offering her a smile, but it seemed like too much effort to give het a fake one.
I took a sharp breath as I glanced at Nico. He was staring intently at me as if waiting to see what I was trying to pull for being there.
"Hey, Nico," I hesitantly greeted. I was pretty sure I just died by saying those two words to him.
Nico's eyes finally met mine, and we had a staring contest for what felt like a millennium. I gulped, and it felt like I was slightly shaking under his intense gaze. I was so afraid of saying something wrong in front of him. What if I just screwed Annabeth's plan up while talking to him? I was certain that was a possibility.
"Silena," Annabeth broke the heavy cloud of silence, "can I talk to you?"
Her thin eyebrows rose as she stared back at Annabeth. "O-Okay," she stammered merely from surprise. They went off to the side somewhere to talk about...something, but it was now a minor factor to me when I realized Annabeth purposely did that to leave us alone.
I didn't even have a clue what to say. What was I supposed to say first? Do I just get straight to the point first or should I just try to get him to be comfortable around me? He seemed very tense, and I felt like trying to get him to relax.
I parted my lips to say something, but he beat me to it when he said, "Hey."
I blinked blankly. "What?"
Nico rolled his eyes, leaning his back against the wall to my right. "You told me 'hey.' I decided to reply back to you since I never actually said anything."
"Pull it together!" I heard Annabeth's voice in the back of my mind. I really needed to stop zoning out.
"Right," I said awkwardly. I was about to ask how he has been, but I was pretty sure that was a stupid question. I mean, how would you feel if the person who promised to be with you for a lifetime cheated on you?
"How are you and Caly?" Nico broke the silence that seemed to appear everytime someone finished a statement. "Caly must be happy now that she's finally with you, huh?" I could sense the bitter tone he decided to not hide.
"Nico--"
"Caly came by earlier," he cut me off. "Told me that you and her are official, aren't you? She said that even though she only wanted to be friends with you, you kissed her. Isn't that right?"
"Nico, just hear me out," I pleaded. My heart throbbed in my chest and I didn't want to hear Nico talk about her and me anymore.
"I'm listening," Nico snapped, and the uninterested expression he had seemed permanent.
"I'm sorry," I began to say. I ran a nervous hand through my hair. "I'm sorry I...I kissed her. I didn't mean to. It's just--"
"You felt sorry for her, didn't you?" Nico cut me off once more. "So you kissed her since she just oh so desperately wanted you. And now that you did it, you regret it since you feel sorry for me now. So now you're just running back and forth between us since you feel sorry for the both of us. Aren't I right?"
His beautiful, dark brown eyes sent a glare in my direction as he shoved his hands into his pockets. I was positive his hands formed fists.
"You know," Nico began after I didn't know how to even reply, "I would've forgiven you if you just told me and you didn't mean it. If you told me it was a mistake before I had to find out for myself, I honesty would've forgiven you. But guess what? You just had to feel guilty and afraid of what I'd say, so you shut it out. You knew for half a month and you didn't even bother telling me. I thought you loved me, Perseus Jackson. Where's the love from that?"
Shit, why did Nico have to be so right?
"Your wrong," I blurted out, surprising the both of us.
"Really?" Nico challenged. "Tell me, where am I wrong?"
Was it a coincidence that one of the people that sang the song Am I Wrong was named Nico?
"I don't feel sorry for you," I corrected him.
He raised a puzzled eyebrow at me. "What?"
"Okay, I know that sounds weird, but let me explain it to you," I stated. I took a deep breath once more and began my explanation.
"I don't feel sorry for you," I repeated again for emphasis. "I know you hate pity, and during the few most happiest months of my life, I taught myself to not show you pity. So, I'm not going to do that now or anytime soon.
"I wanted to apologize to you for all the lies that I gave you," I continued. "I know I promised you that I would be with you forever and forever, and I still intend it to be that way. I know you probably won't forgive me right away, but I won't stop trying. I'll talk to soon and break it off."
He opened his mouth to say something, but I already knee what he was going to say. So, I cut him off.
"I know I don't keep my promises very well. But, everyone learns from mistakes, right? I'll fix the mess I've done, and I promise you I won't give up."
There was a long silence of him staring at me. His glare disappeared, which I guessed was a good sign. Nico didn't say anything, and I was getting really nervous. My palms were getting sweaty as I thought of so many possibilities. Did I say something wrong? Did he not understand something? Or was he not even listening to me? I hoped he listened to me because that was probably the best thing I've ever said other than that one time I told my mom how much I loved him and I had no idea he was standing behind me.
He chuckled. He fucking chuckled. I had no idea why he was laughing, and I was getting pretty irritated. I was about to ask him, but he explained it before I could ask.
"Most happiest isn't proper grammar, Percy." His chuckling came to a stop, but there was still a trace of his gorgeous smile upon his luscious lips. My heart seemed to rebuild itself just by watching him smile. I guess the Nico di Angelo that I tried so hard to get to appear never actually disappeared.
I smirked. "You laugh about that?"
He nodded. "Still the same old Percy after everything. But, you know, it's going to take a lot more effort if you want to win mr back. I--"
"Hold strong grudges, I know," I finished for him. "But you know, holding long-term grudges can be a fatal flaw of yours."
He raised an eyebrow for an explanation, but the bell rang before either of us could say anymore.