Okay, I know I've been MIA for a while. I'm in the middle of my GCSEs and I really need to get good grades. Of course, I've also got writer's block for some of my stories and I'm writing ahead for other stories so that when I get back when I'm done with my exams, I can upload like three chapters at the same time and overload you guys. :) Hope you don't hate me. I did warn you of my period-like uploading. ;)

By the way, everyone is Greek. By that, I mean Hazel's father is Hades, Frank's dad is Ares, Reyna's mother is Athena (closest I could think of to Bellona), and Jason's dad is Zeus.

Izzie (3rd Person)

Of course Izzie remembered all the people she had bullied. It wasn't hard. They were all the same. Tan kids with expressive eyes who were poorer than her and more vulnerable. Which, to be honest, wasn't hard to be. Except the tan and the eyes.

In first grade, it was that stupid weirdo Leo Valdez. He burned everything. And by that, she meant everything. He even managed to burn her Barbie doll. So, she called him a fire hazard. She teased him about his oily hands as his mother worked with cars, which she just found gross. He wore suspenders. He was five and he wore freaking suspenders. That freak-show.

"Hey, freak! Loser Leo!" She yelled out at Leo as he was building some elaborate ship with Legos. He ignored her, which irritated her even more. She was used to getting what she wanted, and attention was something she craved. "Hey! Isn't that your mom over there covered in black gunk?" She knew it was a touchy subject and grinned when he flinched. "Where's your stupid suspenders?"
"Burned them." He muttered. She raised her eyebrows.
"How? Playing with mommy's matches?" She said in a baby voice.
"Shut up." He murmured, and she sensed his growing anger. She grinned. Excellent. She liked feeling in power.
"What? Say more? Okay. Hope you didn't burn anything down. At least, not yet. It's much more fun when you're expelled for it." She suddenly got the notion that she may have crossed the line, but disregarded that. Who cares?
"I said, SHUT UP!" Leo yelled and Izzie swore his hand burst into flames. She backed away from him, creeped out, calling him a freak. Nobody believed her story of how the carpet next to Leo's hand was singed straight through, though.

After he left, she learned that his father had died before his birth. She had scoffed. Of course Leo's father would be dead.

In fifth grade, it was Percy Jackson. He was cute and she had a major crush. But, he always hung out with the weirdoes and the nerds and the losers. She wasn't losing her social status to hang out with someone cute but a loser. Plus, he didn't have a father. Her dad was a janitor.

She sat down next to her dad and cringed. It was Jobs Day, meaning everyone had to bring their dads in and they'd talk about their jobs. She looked around. A pretty girl had brought in an important-looking man with a suit who was always on the phone. A boy near her had brought his dad, who was talking animatedly to him about sweets and candy 'but only if he behaved'. Then, she spotted Percy Jackson. Nobody was sitting next to him.
"Where's your dad, Jackson?" She sneered.
"I didn't bring him." He was a bit pink.
"Everyone had to bring their dads. I brought my dad in. Even weirdo Janie brought dad in." She spoke snidely.
"Isabelle!" Her dad exclaimed, but Izzie just glared at him and he shut up.
"My dad's… I don't have a dad." Percy said. "At least, I don't think I do."
Izzie stared before full-out laughing. Percy's face was red. "You… don't have a dad?" She wheezed. "Hey, guys?" She turned to the entire class. They looked at her, wonderingly. "Percy here doesn't have a dad!" She didn't know why it was so funny, but the class looked at her with slight disgust as she laughed and most said 'so?' before turning back to their conversations. She knew that this was over the line and a low blow, because (no matter how much she sometimes hated him) she couldn't imagine living without her father.
"Stop it. He's not here. So what?" Percy tried to be nonchalant about it, but he was still pink in the face and there was concealed anger. She smiled.
"Listen here, Jackson, if your daddy isn't here, that means he doesn't love you. Get it? Nobody loves you. Who would? You're a freak." She leaned forward and pushed him. Well, tried. Percy just stumbled back a bit from surprise, but held his ground. She smirked and scoffed before turning away, muttering "Freak."

When he'd left, Izzie forced her mom (who was very influential (basically she was loaded)) to look in the records. Percy had an abusive step-father. She'd laughed. Percy deserved anything he got. He was a freak. It probably wasn't anything too bad that happened to him.

At Clarion's, it was weirdo Rachel Dare. She kept writing down weird stuff and stopped anyone from asking her a question based on something that would happen in the future. She also kept muttering about monsters and some guy named Percy. *scoff* As if that weirdo would have a boyfriend.

"Ah, who are you talking to, weirdo? Your boyfriend?" Izzie smirked.
"Percy, wait, some mor- girl is interrupting me." She turned to face her. "What? No, Percy is not my boyfriend. He's my best friend. So, shut up." She turned back to her phone. "Sorry. Continue."
Izzie narrowed her eyes. "Freak, I heard you talking about a manticore. Weirdo."
Her eyes widened. "Percy." She whispered into her phone. "She said it. She called it." Izzie looked at her weirdly.
"Weirdo. You're such a freak."

Apparently, Rachel was some billionaire's daughter. Izzie scoffed. Rachel didn't act like it.

A few years later, Izzie was at Preston Manor High with her friend, Annabeth Chase. It was Prom and Annabeth was bringing all of her friends. Izzie was so excited. Annabeth was wearing a stunning silver strapless, backless and ankle-length dress with owl earrings, both of which she claimed her boyfriend bought her. Her corsage was a beautiful white orchid. Izzie was wearing a short pink bubble dress which went up to her knees. She had donned a pale pink rose corsage but ditched it later as her 'date' left her for another girl with longer legs.
Annabeth ran up to her, grinning. "Belle," Annabeth began. Izzie had refused to be called such a 'baby name' when she was getting older, so she settled with Belle, which was nice enough. "My boyfriend and best friends are here." Annabeth finished.

Suddenly, a group of stunning people came in and everyone quietened down. Girls were all staring at one boy in particular. A tall boy - no, man - with messy raven hair, sea-green eyes (were they familiar?) and a handsome black tux. He ran his fingers through his windswept locks and Izzie couldn't help but follow his fingers and caught sight of a tattoo peeking from the cuff of the arm he had lifted. Her eyes ran down his figure. He was filled out, obviously athletic. Even through his handsome white dress shirt, Izzie could see his abs and other muscles. He was filled out like a swimmer. She internally sighed in want and need. He was tall, at least six foot. She lazed her eyes over the rest of the group. The girl next to him was beautiful. She was Native American and was wearing a short green dress. She had her hands (one of which had a yellow tulip corsage on) interlocked with the hands of the boy next to her, dashing Izzie's fears of Raven Boy and the girl being together. The boy holding hands with Pretty Girl was also tall (but not as tall as Raven Boy) but he had blonde cropped hair and sky blue eyes. He was wearing a dark blue tux and he raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, showing a tattoo similar to Raven Boy's. A panda-like Chinese boy had his arm around a small African American girl. The boy had a black tux and was shorter than Raven Boy and Blue Eyes by about three inches. The girl had frizzy hazel hair and odd gold eyes. She wore a gold dress that matched her eyes. She looked slightly uncomfortable as she noticed a few teens grinding in the corner. The next boy was definitely the shortest. He wore a black tux with black suspenders. Izzie was sure she'd seen those elf-ears before, but she dismissed the idea. His brown curly hair seemed like some effort had been made to straighten it and something failed. He was still kinda cute. He had his arms linked with the girl next to him. She wore a royal purple dress with one sleeve. She wore gladiator sandals and a messy braid which fell over her right shoulder. Her wrist sported a purple tulip. She was pretty, but intimidating. But neither could compare to Annabeth's beauty and intimidation. (Izzie had to admit her beauty and everything. Even if she didn't want to.) The next girl had her arms crossed, no corsage. She was wearing a midnight blue dress with silver rhinestones. It wasn't that great a dress but it made her look good. She had spiky black hair and electric blue eyes that sort of matched Blue Eyes'. She stood next to a boy with black hair and eyes. He looked kinda good, except for that horrifying aura around him. A group of shadows seemed to encompass him. Black tux and black dress shirt. It suited him. The final girl stood next to him, also with her arms crossed, but with a more resigned and childish way, as if this was something she wanted but couldn't have. Which was weird. She wore a green dress and no corsage. She had frizzy red hair which Izzie recognized. And ignored. Raven Boy looked around. "Uh, continue with Prom, guys." Oh, god, even his voice was sexy. Then, he rapidly started speaking in two different languages. The whole group nodded.

Annabeth grinned and bounded towards them. She grabbed Raven Boy by the arm and dragged him (who was followed by the rest of the group) and brought him over. Izzie flicked her hair back and batted her eyelids, flirtatiously.

Raven Boy looked at her and his eyes widened. So did Suspenders' and Frizzy's. "Izzie Reynolds?!" He said, incredulous. She scrunched her eyebrows as daintily as possible. Come to think of it, those three were familiar. Then, it clicked.
"Leo? Percy? Rachel?" She nearly looked confused. "You know Belle, Seaweed Brain?"
Percy chuckled, without humor. "Know her? Not at all. She was a bully. Bullied Leo, Rachel and I. Leo in first grade. Me in fifth grade. Rachel at Clarion's." At Annabeth's look, he explained. "We exchanged stories of bullies."
"Mom still oily, Leo?" Izzie said, snidely.
"No, dead." Leo said, stiffly.
Izzie didn't know what to say to that. Both of Leo's parents gone. If she made fun of that, it was cruel. She figured Percy's situation would be the same, but she decided on snidely remarking to him alone. "Still imagining stuff, Rachel?"
"Maybe, but it's not bothering me, is it? Only bothering you." Rachel never really let her words get to her. She scowled.
Annabeth frowned. "Belle." Izzie turned to Annabeth and smiled friendlily. "This is my awesome boyfriend, Percy Jackson. His cousin, Jason Grace, and his girlfriend, Piper McLean. His other cousin, Hazel Levesque, and her boyfriend, Frank Zhang. My cousin, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano. His two cousins, Thalia, Jason's sister, and Nico di Angelo, Hazel's half-brother. And finally, my third cousin, Rachel Dare." Izzie's eyes went wide. She looked again at them. Leo and Rachel looked amused and bored. The rest looked angry. But, what surprised her, Percy looked sympathetic.

Izzie was standing by the punch when Percy came to her with two men behind him. One looked startlingly like him and the other... didn't.
"Hey, Izzie?" Izzie turned to him and scowled. "You know how you said I didn't have a father and found it funny?" She nodded, now confused. He smiled. "I lied. I didn't have a father. I had two. This..." he motioned the man who looked a lot like him, "is my birth father. And, this..." he motioned to the other guy, "is my step-father. They are insane..." The two men mock-glared at their son, "but they're the best fathers ever. Even if I barely see one and see a little too much of the other." He got a small whack on the bicep from the second man. The first man smiled down at him and the second man looked on as the first man spoke fast in a different tongue. Percy replied.
"What did you say?" Izzie snapped.
"Oh, my dad was wondering whether you were the girl I'd told him about. I told him you were." Percy smiled, so Izzie assumed it was something good. She turned to face his father and what she saw made her take a few steps back. The man's eyes were hurricanes at sea. Just the reaction she used to easily dig out of Percy.
"My son," he snarled at Izzie, "is more powerful than you realize. He could easily make you scream in pain, but he doesn't because he's a good person. You, apparently, aren't. He's got powerful friends in much more powerful places than you."
"Dad." Percy warned, placed a restricting hand on his birth father's chest. "Calm. Think of the consequences. Not of this girl, but the other consequences." His father calmed, but continued to glare.
"I may be Percy's step-father, but if I hear one more thing about your exploits and how you make someone feel like crap to make you feel better about yourself, I won't hesitate to call Percy's father."

Izzie approached Leo, Percy and Rachel later. The group were speaking that weird language again. No, wait, it was two different languages. She guessed Greek and Latin. Gross. Two old languages.

"Heads up." Percy said, coldly. Everyone shut up and turned to face her. Everyone except Leo, Percy and Rachel circled around the trio, as if they could protect them from verbal conflict.
"Be-" Annabeth stopped herself from continuing saying Izzie's name. "Isabelle." Ouch. Full name. "If you're here to talk crap, let's just give you three situations. And we'll see if you can still speak after that." Izzie gulped. This didn't seem good. "Leo has had his mother die in a fire and has believed for most of his life that it was his fault. He's never met his father. Rachel is someone who is against everything her father is for. She has seen terrible things and fears death. Percy? Oh gods, how do I shorten Percy's troubles? Help?" Annabeth turned to her group.
"How about that our grandfather tried to kill him?" Thalia offered. "And his uncles tried to kill him too." Frank interjected. Izzie swore she heard the Graces, Nico and Hazel mutter about 'stupid dad's. "He had to lead an army at sixteen." Nico input, questioningly. "He was abused as a child physically and is abused now mentally." Hazel said, softly. "He got amnesia for eight months." "He's had his life on the life since he was twelve." They continued listing horrible things that Percy went through. Percy looked a bit pale.
"Guys, stop. Let's hear her out." Percy said. They quietened down, obviously Percy was their leader, not just their friend/relative.

"I'm sorry." Izzie apologized. "I've realized that I wasn't... exactly the nicest... I could have been when I knew you three. I was just trying to make myself feel better about my own problems and I took out my feelings and stuff on you, and I didn't have the right to do that. Nobody does. I'm... I'm sorry." Izzie turned, making out to flee. She'd never apologized before, and wasn't sure whether she'd done it right.
A tan hand reached out from the group and held her bicep, preventing her from leaving. She turned. Percy stepped out of the group huddle, still holding her bicep. "We forgive you. We may never forget it. But we can forgive it. Just... don't do it again. Okay?"
"Yeah." Izzie answered.
Percy smiled. He turned to Annabeth. "How about a dance, Wise Girl?" She chuckled and nodded. They stepped to the dance-floor and, despite there being no music, began to waltz. Everyone hushed and stared at the couple. They were laughing and dancing. It was flawless. They sent out such a strong sense of devotion, loyalty and... love, that nobody could look away. The band began to play to their beat and everyone attempted to copy them.

The group they came from (Izzie dubbed them the Greeks) didn't, however. Izzie turned to face them. "Kelp Head's too nice to say this, but I don't have his flaw. I'm not overly loyal, so I can say this. If I hear one more word from anyone about you, I'm going to make you wish you'd never even had the idea of being rude to any of them. Especially Percy. He's been through enough. Of course, he could probably take whatever you throw at him, but it's a burden he doesn't have to bear. So use your head and think about other people, not just yourself." Thalia threatened. Then, the Greeks went off, waltzing, but no couple had quite the chemistry and ease as Percy and Annabeth. Jason and Piper danced together; Frank and Hazel were a couple; Leo and Reyna danced off; Thalia and Nico were dancing awkwardly; and Rachel stayed by the punch.
"I really am sorry." Izzie apologized, looking down at her high heels.
"It's o-" Rachel's eyes widened. "Percy!"
Percy looked up and spotted something. "Vlacas. Of course this would happen with so many of us in one place." Then, the Greeks and Rachel all held hands and... wait, where did they go?

Suddenly, Percy came in, and snapped his fingers. "Annabeth Chase never went here. There was nobody else here except those right now." He aid, before he ran out. I waited for Annabeth...

Wait... who's Annabeth? Oh, well. Hang on, that guy looks kinda cute...