Just a Hyperbole

sarcasticrainbow

Some of things in life that Percy Jackson never expected to happen was to be kidnapped, make Rachel Dare a sandwich, and walk in on the supposed God of the Sun with some hot chick. Unfortunately, all these things happened and now he's stuck with the consequences.Apollo/Percy/Hermes AU College Elements

Five

An inviting voice heard in the distance
Treading across the hidden paradise
The betwitching light...The illusion that steals you away.
Your screams can't be heard anymore.
In the name of god.

Only the number of sins increase
Devoting everything, what can will sacrifice?

In the name of God by Gakupo Kamui [VOCALOID]

Mom, how are you doing? It's Perseus -

Mom, I miss you –

Mom, please write back -

Mom, I hate it here so much –

Mom, please come back to me. Mom, please.

Mom, I wish you would remember me.

He hung up the tollphone and shoved his hands in his pockets. With a depressed sigh, Percy trudged back to his complex for another night of no sleep.

Apollo liked his new room-mate. There was a charm to the boy that just really gave Apollo a reason to smile. Well, not that he didn't have other reasons to smile because come on with a smile as gorgeous as his you would definitely need to have many reasons. Percy was just one of the many, many reasons. He was one of the more special reasons.

And, it was also extremely fun to bug the poor life out of the kid.

He wasn't Apollo if he wasn't messing with someone.

Percy was one of those special people. He was one of those very special people. Too bad that there weren't many left ever. They were mistakes; never meant to be born and soon destroyed long not after their initial creation. Percy was special. He was very special. He survived childhood. He survived the terror that overtook what was once his mother. Percy was special.

Too special.

He took a last dragging hale from his cigarette and flicked the bud into the hand-shaped ashtray before readjusting himself on top of the nearby desk positioned in the middle of the room. It would be only minute or two until it would happen.

Apollo liked Percy.

He really did.

It almost made him feel bad for how it was all going to end.

The door jiggled then and Hermes walked through. Apollo whistled and rang out a greeting.

"Helloooo, Gorgeous!"

"..." Hermes took a moment to slap his face in a sign of sheer exasperation. He turned without a word and left the room. Apollo snorted.

"Douchebag. Fine, I was going to let you have a piece of this!"

"Sorry, you're a bit too worn around the edges if you ask me!"

"Baby, that only makes me better!"

"And I really don't care."

"Come on, you know you want this!" Apollo sat up on the desk. "Right, Percy? Hermes definitely wants a piece of this action. Right?"

"I am going to pretend we never had this conversation." The young boy yelled back. "I am going to pretend neither of you exist. Goodbye pieces of my imagination."

"Come on Peeeeeercy. You and Hermes can just share!"

There's no reply and Apollo scoffed. Fine, there's more for him then.

But it was moments like this where he started to feel bad. He really almost did feel bad.

But hey, everyone ended up dead at some point right?

The next day Percy had hoped to be a good one but he was wrong. He was always wrong in his own special little way. He had managed to wake up early that morning though and dive into the kitchen before attacked by the sight of the naked human body but to his displeasure they were out of cereal and the milk was slowly starting to imitate ice cream.

At least they had peanut butter and jelly though no bread. He used the rest of Apollo's English muffins for his sandwich before going on his way.

Things didn't start devolving into terrible until his last class of his second day. Thankfully, it was only forty minutes and it gave him not long before dinner. Sometimes, he didn't understand how this worked, seeing as he only had this class on certain days and he only needed so many hours... But worst of all though, he hadn't even signed up for that class! Did this school even realise that he suffered from ADHD and putting him into a shop where he's most likely not going to pay attention was a terrible, horrible and yet exhilarating idea. He already had a bet going with Rachel that he was going to manage to set something on fire.

And he's also hungry as a motherfucker. Why did dinner have to be so far away. With the lack of attention and an empty stomach, he knew deep down that he's going to end up setting ablaze the entire shop.

As he slid into the seat next to Rachel, who was looking as confused as he was, he didn't even want to bother with reality any more. The class was full of talking idiots that looked too beautiful for their own good and full of rugged large people with darkened features that looked upon most of the pretty ones with wanton looks of content. He felt conscious of his skinny, fail body, the holey jeans and his worn beaten hoodie that was too out-of-place in all the camisoles and summer dresses.

"I found a new book to read." His best mate suddenly announced, also feeling the awkwardness of the room.

"Oh really? What's this one about?"

"I'm not sure honestly. So far I've gotten to the point where she walks in someone receiving a blowjob unwillingly."

"Another tragic comedy, Rach? Really?"

"I cannot help the fact that they're hilarious." Rachel admitted. "Come on man! They're a teenagers' dream wrapped in hormones and paper. Though, this one has some really awesome paper so I'm forgiving it for now, but if she has a love affair with several people – this book is going out the window right along with everything else."

Rachel set down her book down and leaned over to the side to pick up her bag. She opened to her mouth to speak but there was a snicker behind her and a tone cheerfully filled them both with thick, twining displeasure.

"They're not so bad when you get used to them, but of course, breaking into a girl's home and watching her sleep is a definite no."

The voice struck a cord of familiarity within Percy and the young teenager whipped around to face whoever it was behind him. The redhead beside Percy turned curiously as well."What the...? What're you doing here?"

Apollo snorted. "Learning. That's an obvs."

"No shit."

Of course, with the great stroke of luck, next to Apollo was the biker boy from breakfast yesterday. Percy decided that he wanted to die soon and that he felt that this was going to be a very long school-year. He could feel the waves of displeasure rolling off of the boy.

"No reason to say it like that man. I'm just pointing out the obvious to Percy of course! He sometimes needs guidance Ares. Sometimes like you do! You and Percy have so much in common!"

"We have nothing in common." The one named Ares growled. Percy winced. Well damn, it's been two days and there's already someone that wanted to spear him in half.

Hestiantly, he turned around in his seat to face the front of the class and slumped unhappily. He really does not trust Apollo sitting behind him. He doesn't trust anyone sitting behind him. He would rather take a wall, but with his luck, he wouldn't even be able to trust the damn wall.

He really wished he could trust someone here.

Apollo shifted behind him and suddenly appeared in-between him and Rachel. The redhead leaned away uncomfortably and tried to her book, which Percy found to be another one of those "tragic comedies" she loved so much. Apollo tried to look concerned, but it was nothing more than a mask. Percy tried hard not to sigh.

"Is something wrong, Perce?"

Percy blinked. "Why do you care?"

"Can't I be a caring person without getting accused of doing some bad?" The young man snorted before shrugging. "I was just asking. I was curious."

"Sit your ass back down, Apollo! I don't want that thing in my face!"

"Fine, fine! I was just trying to make conversation with Perce. No need to flip shit."

"I'm not even supposed to be here!" The biker growled. "He hates me and yet I'm in this fuckin' boring class anyway."

"I'm in his class too, so don't be bitchin' your hatred. Do you think it's really a good idea to be yelling about how much you hate him when his hearing is better than ours and he's in charge of your papers?"

"Like I care! He's an–"

"AND SO SHE TRIED TO HOLD HIS HAND, BUT HE SLIPPED AWAY FROM HER AND WALKED AWAY; SHATTERING ALL HER HOPES AND DREAMS." The booming, annoyed voice of Rachel knocked them all back into reality. She glared at the two boys behind her, almost bending her book of horrible romance back and forth in agitation. "Will you guys shut-up? I am trying to read here – an act I do not know if you two are capable of accomplishing. If you interrupt me one more time, I will make sure that you never breed."

Ares was about to say something retorting to the angry redhead, a heavy book slammed down in front; alerting all the students to turn their attention to the front of the class.

Percy turned slowly away from the two idiots behind him, finding that he was despising this class more and more.

On a whim, he looked up to the teacher.

Immediately he turned to his best mate and uttered in a low voice,
"I don't want to live on this planet any more."

The redhead chuckled and snorted. "Come on Perce. Whatever made you think that?"

Silently, he pointed ahead. Her green eyes follow his finger and they widened considerably. She leaned back as far as her chair could go and set her mouth in a firm, discomforted line.

"Don't want?"

"Do not want." Rachel repeated. "Definitely do not want."

"Is his beard on fire?"

"Shit man, is he Edward Teach?"

"What're the chances of him being the teacher?"

Ares snorted behind him. "That's him all right."

"Better get to know while you can!" Apollo added encouragingly.

"I wouldn't, if I were you. He's an asshole."

"An asshole to you, Ares."

"For no damn good reason!"

"You slept with his wife!"

"She was asking for it!"

"That's bull and we both know it."

"Apollo, I swear to Zeus–"

Out of no where, a book came soaring through the air. It just barely brushed past Percy's eye, moving his hair slightly out of glorious place, and flying behind him to smack Ares directly in the face. The biker boy began to swear up a storm and before Percy can even politely ask him if he's all right, a booming laugh drew his attention to the front of the class.

At first of course, he thought the man to be a joke. Then he thought the man to be a lost lumberjack or perhaps a confused homeless man. Then, as the man up front reorganised his books and stood up in the front of the room at what looked to be a hand-crafted metal desk, Percy realised that the man was his teacher and that he would be eaten alive if he misbehaved in this class.

The teacher was tall, broad and wide and looked as if he was manufactured to act as a part-time brick wall. He was an ugly man, but there was a grace to him. The way he flexed his fingers and made subtle movements suggested grace of a higher being. He was ugly, yet he was utterly fascinating. He had a ruddy complexion and thick, curly and unruly obsidian hair. His beard which would put Santa Claus' to shame seemed to be alight with fire and smoking creepily.

The man both fascinated and frightened him.

"Welcome to Metal-Shop." The man introduced proudly; his voice bouncing off of the walls of the room. "Actually, this is more of a "Do whatever the fuck you want as long as it involves some sort of work" class. For some reason, there are more of you than expected and some people here who don't belong." The man's gaze seemed to linger on Ares for a moment before snapping back to the rest of the class. "There seems to have been a mix-up, but for now – you're stuck!"

Several people laughed and the man barked out a laugh. Suddenly, a flame of red fire burst from his thick beard and a girl in the back screamed.

"If I could grow a beard..." Rachel sighed.

"It happens." The man explained calmly, as if it occurred often. He gave no other explanation. Then he cleared his throat and sat down at his desk. "My name is Vulcan Hephaestus and I hope that we won't get into stupid mishaps like my last class. Now, pair yourselves up and preprare to get dirty. You're going to being doing a lot of that in my class – bettter get used to it while you can."

As the majority of the class groaned, Percy felt the stare of someone on him. He looked up to the see the teacher staring at him. He was about to turn away, but then the man winked and turned away first.

This is weird. Why is everything to so weird.

"Partners?" Rachel asked, holding out a brofist.

"Part –" Percy almost met the fist of his bestmate in a customary brofist of friendship, but someone pulled at his shoulder and tipped him sideways.

And Apollo was there, grinning; smiling like a benevolent fool with nothing better to do.

"I think you're going to be my partner." Apollo decided for himself and made ready to stand.

"But–"

"Oh hell no, Pretty-Boy. Peter is going to be my partner."

"It's Percy and you can just gtfo, Ares. He's mine." A chill of fear made its way down Percy's spine. He spared a look at the guy behind him, who looked more menacing than he ever has before in the short time Percy has known him.

"Says who!"

"Your mom!"

"Why you –"

In an act of quick wit, he quickly met the still raised fist of Rachel. He shrugs off Apollo's ahnds and moved fast of their seats; scrambling to get away from Apollo and Ares immediately. As they make their way to the otherside of the room, they tried hard to ignore the itching in their back at someone's angry glare.

"I hate my life." Percy murmured.

"I hate your life too, broski." Rachel added unhelpfully.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

College sucked.

The moment the class ended, Percy was gone before the others realised it. Rachel blinked and shrugged and went to gather her stuff when a hand suddenly landed on her shoulder. She turned and looked up in confusion. That oddly hipster-like man roommate of her best mate was behind her. The look on his face was solid.

"Do you know what's up with Percy?"

"What do you mean?"

Apollo was a curious being. Rachel had known that from the start. He moved and talked and picked in a way as if he wanted to know every little thing about something. He was curious but lazy. Lazy and stupid. Though, he seemed like a man who wanted to know everything about something the moment the claws sunk in.

Kinda like her almost.

"Like, he's been acting odd lately."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "You've known him for... two days now? I mean, yeah, he's seen you naked and the like but if I have learned anything from my time on the internet that automatically does not make you best-buds man – no matter what country you're from."

"Yeah so? He's just not seeming like a Percy should. Really man. What's up with him?"

"Why are you asking me dude? I'm not his mum. I don't know how tortured his soul is right now being surrounded by all these artfags. This isn't my business nor is it yours."

"I'm worried about him, Rach. Seriously, he's so mopey around the flat and everywhere else and I know he's not homesick, but I really just wanna look out for him. Do you know what's up?"

Almost, she was tempted to give him the actual answer. Sometime deep within her pulled at her to do so. But she couldn't. Percy would never forgive her. The tugging at her innings was something she would have to deal with. Something wanted her to tell him, and she didn't know if she would be able to stop it if she didn't get away. Rachel stood up with her stuff, having finally safely stored it away and looked at him out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm afraid that it's none of your business my good sir. I am under bro code and in no position to tell you anything. Nothing's wrong with Percy. Percy doesn't try to let the things bothering him show. Have you possibly considered the fact that there's nothing wrong with him and that he hates it here?"

The redhead turned quickly and swung her messenger bag over her shoulder.

"Not is all as it seems." She threw her bag over her shoulder and almost stopped in her footing when she noticed the dark look in the man's eyes. His golden eyes seemed to glow like a dark, swirling melted golden. He looked menacing for a moment – a thought which she had deemed preposterous in their first few moments of meeting. He looked cruel, different, and most of all – angry. His fingers twitched and the chair beneath his fingers begins to bow with a thick snap.

Then, Apollo's head snapped up and his eyes meet Rachel's. The best mate of Percy gulped inaudibly and slowly began to walk away before bolting into a desperate run out of the room.

She had to tell Percy. Oddity or not, that was just weird. She had to tell Percy that his room-mate was a possibly psychopath and that he should change his lock and lock the door. She had to tell him.

Man, why did all the beautiful ones turn out to be psychopaths?

Hey mom, just writing to tell you that I hate everything here and that I wish you would reply. Mom, please. I hate it here. I hate it here so much. Please remember me.

Percy.

A.N.

I lied. I didn't have any plans for the fifth. Well, actually, I think I did. But if I did I soon quickly forgot them. Hah. I really hate myself sometimes.

And honestly, I despise the House of Night series. Everyone makes it out to be this great thing, but seriously...It's not. It's just cliches and a punch in the face to real vampires.

And guys, I'm not going to try to write them in any more classes. Because classes are boring and I don't like going through the tedious explanation of how stuff works, all right? Besides, I believe things will get a bit more interesting here in and out.

Till next time~