Percy walked into Beacon Hills high school with a sigh. Another school he'd end up getting kicked out of. But that's not really what annoyed him, he didn't care about going to school, he just wanted to learn about werewolves and how to kill them.
Silver apparently wasn't the answer like the Greek legends had said it was. As Camp Half Blood had silver weapons, they weren't effective. He saw them scattered across the camp, they had dried blood covering them but when Percy searched the bodies they were only campers. But he couldn't get the few bodies that were missing.
Jason, and Piper were missing not even a trace. Which either meant they could of been the ones that had been turned into the beast, or they got a few campers out and made it to camp Jupiter. Percy though wouldn't even make it to camp Jupiter, deciding that he'd have to wait for some quest he may or may not get chosen for. No, he was going to learn how to kill the werewolves then he wouldn't stop, and from what he heard Beacon Hills was the place to be for his exact reason.
From what he saw last night in the woods, he knew that there was definitely one werewolf in town, and soon to be another. That poor kid had been bitten, his friend had been lucky, but maybe it was a bit more than luck. He has saw the rain water shoot up into the beast to get him away. But Percy wasn't sure if it was him using his powers out of instinct, or the boys.
Walking into the office to receive his schedule, he was instead met with a quick tour of the school. Then he was left outside in the unusually cool temperatures for a California town. Checking his phone(which he now had since monsters had seemly been trapped in Tartarus since the giant war. And if any where still out there Percy believed he could take them easily) he found it to be a solid forty degrees.
A girl with pale skin, and dark hair was brought out a moment later, obviously stuck in the same situation as him.
We sat there in awkward silence for a moment, causing me to fidget, swinging my car keys around aimlessly while tapping my foot.
"Nervous?" The girl asked with a small smile.
I smirked and shook my head, "Nah, I'm used to being to new kid. I practically ended up at a new school every year," he Informed her. realizing how bad that sounded He quickly added, "I move a lot."
"Same thing here, this is actually my second school this year. We never stick in one place for to long," She informed me.
Percy rose an eyebrow, feeling sympathy for her having to go and be a new kid every semester and she didn't even have a scent drifting monsters to her location.
"Percy Jackson," He said holding his hand out. She smiled and shook it, " Allison Argent."
"Hey on the bright side we can be newbies together, what grade?" Percy said pulling his schedule out, " I'm stuck in tenth again cause of.... yeah reasons."
"Sophmore year as well," she mumbled as we pressed our schedules next to each other.
They had random classes together, such as chemistry, history, (somehow the same teacher did both) economics, and English. Two a day, A track and B track. But out of the classes Percy assumed he wouldn't be seeing her often which was probably the best for her. Not wanting to bring her down with his sitting at lunch alone loneliness.
"Well at least we'll be facing the first class together," she said half heartedly obviously not thrilled with either Percy, or the fact that the looming new kid introduction was coming faster than she had hoped.
Her cell phone begun to ring, causing her to dig in her phone for a moment before pulling out the loud annoying device. As she answered talking to her mother who was concerned with her "first day" Percy played a game on his phone.
It was a simple mythology quiz app, which Percy found a tad to east since he practically lived in it.
He didn't try to listen in on her conversation, but once she exclaimed she didn't have a pen, Percy almost handed her the one in his pocket before remembering it would transform into a sword.
The call was over as she said a hurried goodbye as a man started walking towards us. He said something about being vice principal and talked to us about where we were from. Percy replied with a simple Manhattan, with a tone that said He didn t wanna talk.
We were then ushered into an English classroom where we were given an introduction. But Percy's ears went numb as He spotted two kids sitting in the back of the class. It was the two kids from the woods last night, the shaggy haired kid, and the lanky buzzed cut hair sitting diagonal behind him.
He chose not to make eye contact and sat in the seat behind the buzzed kid. Trying to pay attention to the syllabus in front of me Percy decided to take a glance towards the shaggy haired kid, to see him turning around and offering Allison a pen. For a moment He sat there bewildered, before sending a raised eyebrow look to Allison. She simply shrugged and clicked the pen and begun to write her name down on the syllabus.
"That's not suspicious at all," He mumbled underneath my breath before shrugging it off and tried to focus on the hell of sophomore year.
The rest of the day was uneventful until his last block class. The teacher was coach of he lacrosse team, going by coach instead of Mr. Finstock. He was wild, energized, and Percy hated him instantly. Not because of his teaching style, but because as Percy was trying to leave the school for dismissal, he was stopped at the doorway by coach.
"You ever play lacrosse?" He asked the young demigod.
"Lacrosse?" Percy asked with an eyebrow raised, "no I'm more of a swimmer."
"Doesn't matter, tryouts are today and I can always use a well built teenage specimen like your self! I mean look at you. What are you 6'3!"
"6'1," Percy clarified.
"Same thing, you're big, and muscled filled. You don't need to know how to play. I'll just put you on defense and let you hit people! Whatcha say."
Glancing out the door which could be his freedom, he noticed kids walking towards the room next door with lacrosse sticks, and gear. Two of them just happened to be the two boys from the woods last night.
"Sure why not?" Percy said giving a fake smile to coach, " But I don't have any gear." Hoping it would allow him to just observe and maybe talk to the two kids.
"Doesn't matter I have loads of extra equipment just for this reason," Coach informed him. Percy's face fell and coach turned around and grabbed Percy's shirt just Incase he were to want to run away. Which he did, he didn't have time for lacrosse.
Then quickly after that he was being dragged from the door, through coaches office and into the boys locker room.
He was suddenly thrown a practice jersey, pants, and a load of equipment that he had no idea how to put on.
"What size shoe you wear?" He asked curiously.
"Uh, 12.5."
Finstocks face lit up as he opened added a pair of cleats to the top of the pile, and Percy internally groaned.
"Go get ready, tryouts start in fifteen minutes."
Percy groaned and sat down on one of the benches and placed the equipment down on the floor in front of himself. He started to change into the clothes, and struggled with the padding as well, trying to figure out how the hell he was supposed to put on the pads. Finally after ten minutes he was tying his shoes sitting silently as the rest of the team jostled around him.
Coach came out blowing his whistle, and screaming for everyone to get there buts out on the field. Percy sighed and stood up, but was once again stopped by the coach.
"You're gonna need these," he said tossing a helmet and a stick into Percy's outstretched arms. Coach patted the boy on the back before ushering everyone out the Locker room door and Percy stood there for a moment in annoyance.
He came to find werewolves not be forced into lacrosse. But glancing towards he door to see the two boys walking out the back of the line Percy figured this was his best lead and started to follow the crowd frustrated.
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Percy stood awkwardly on the sideline as coach put last years starters in a shooting line. He was in fact next to the shaggy haired boy, who he had learned his name was Scott through introductions. Percy asked him how these things usually went and Scott was in the middle of explaining it to him, before coach came up to us.
"McCall, you're in goal," Coach informed him tossing Scott a goalie stick. Scott caught it and stared at it bewildered for a moment.
"But coach, Ive never played!" He exclaimed.
"I know, it's the first day back! It'll give the boys some confidence," Coach exclaimed patting Scott on the shoulder, " Oh and try not to take any in the face."
Scott grudgingly trotted over to the goal after Percy wished him luck. Percy suddenly alone, found himself wandering towards the other first string hopefuls, and took a seat down on the bench. Watching Scott, curious about whether he was truly the boy he had saw in the woods last night.
Coach blew a whistle, and suddenly Scott fell to the ground grabbing his head in pain. But the first guy in line didn't pay any attention to his teammates pain and instead took a shot, hitting Scott in the face mask. The boy fell over and laughter came from the the team and the coaches.
"Nice one McCall!" One of the players in the line exclaimed causing more laughter from the players.
"Real mature," Percy mumbled under his breath in frustration.
Scott rose from the ground clearly upset, and he was clearly upset. The whistle blew again, a player scooped a ball up from the ground ran forward a few steps and then shot towards Scott. This time though Scott reached out easily and caught the ball.
"Yes!" The boy next to him exclaimed.
Scott looked at his net, then back at the player before passing the ball to one of the coaches, smiling to himself that he had caught one. A smile can upon Percy's face, which quickly faded. Not because he wasn't happy for Scott succeeding when he was set up for failure. It was because after saving four shots, a guy from the middle of the line stepped up, and pushed the next shooter aside.
"Oh God," the boy next to Percy exclaimed. Glancing over He saw it was he buzzed cut kid.
"Why oh God?" He asked curiously.
"That's our best player, top five player in the state, cocky, arrogant, rich, and dick Jackson Whittemore," The buzz cut kid informed Percy.
"Oh God," Percy repeated thankful he didn't say gods. Looking back at the field Percy watched with interest as Jackson ran up, and jumped into the air throwing his body into the shot. The ball flew towards he net, and Percy doubted many could save the shot. But Scott quickly moved over, and moved his net to catch the ball.
"Wohooo!" The buzz cut kid exclaimed standing up clapping, along with some of the crowd and coaches as they were impressed with Scott's showing. The only person not smiling was Jackson, and well Percy. Who was shaking his head in worry. If Scott was the kid that got bit last night that meant that he had been blessed with instincts. But also a curse of rage and bloodlust.
Scott continued to save shot after shot, and after the first line was done shooting, Scott was replaced with another goalie, and the second stringers were up. Much like Scott, the other goalie saved the shots thrown at him except these were clearly not players used to shooting.
When it came to Percy's time to shoot the ball, he found himself tempering how terrible he was at archery, and how shooting a lacrosse ball at a certain target was probably his expertise. Sighing frustrated that he was about to embarrass himself, he scooped the ball in his net, ran forward and with all his demigod strength heaved the ball towards the goal.
Percy watched, as the ball soared through the air, towards the goalie. If it were luck, well Percy assumed it was luck because the ball hit off the top right post right over Danny's net, and deflected into the goal. Percy blinked confused and shocked at what he had just done, before making his way to the back of the line a small smile on his face.
The rest of the tryout was a lot of drills which Percy either succeeded or failed miserably. He learned offense wasn't his expertise as he wasn't the most skilled at catching the ball nor passing the ball that well. But Percy found himself capable of being able to defend pretty well. He was able to use his strength to either knock kids to the ground, or hit the ball out of other players sticks. He found it much like dueling once he learned he could use his stick to hit other players sticks.
The practice ended and Percy found himself in the locker room peeling his pads off, and feeling the soreness of being hit and hitting others for the past two hours. Ripping his shirt off, he tossed the drenched with sweat cloth in his bag, grabbing his jacket out of his locker and replacing it with his pads, cleats and helmet. He then returned the stick with the other extra equipment.
Sighing he slung his jacket over his shoulder along with his bag and started to walk out of the locker room.
"Hey new guy!" He heard someone call out. Percy turned around, to see Jackson Whittemore.
"For a guy whose never played you did alright! Most guys coach brings in after never playing can't do anything."
"Beginners luck," Percy explained.
Jackson shrugged, " Maybe. Hey there's a party at my girlfriends this Friday night. You should come meet some people, it'll be a great way to get rid of the new kid label."
"Yeah sure thanks, seeya later," Percy said nodding before walking out, with a confused expression. Stiles had said he was a dick, inviting a new kid to a party on his first day didn't seem like a dick move. But then again a lot of people in Percy's life had given great first impressions just to betray him in the end, and he knew the manipulative type when he saw them. He assumed Jackson was probably one of them.
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