NARRATOR POV:

(1 Week before the story actually starts)

8:35. 10 minutes until class officially started in Goode High School. And as usual, Percy Jackson was late. Sometimes he would oversleep, and sometimes he would just be late on purpose.

The locker areas were crowded with students, rushing to get their books out of the lockers. The minute the door banged open, all hands froze and all heads turned.

Percy Jackson walked in. Everyone recognized him, even though no-one saw his face before. Though all the students of Goode High was familiar with the plain grey hoodie. Percy wore this hoodie to school every single day. He pulled the hood over his head, so the only thing exposed were his lips and his nose. No-one ever saw him without his hoodie. He was always slouching, so that his head was bent low.

With his bag hung over one shoulder, Percy walked over to his locker. Where a couple of people were standing. When they saw he was coming over to them, they glared at him and ran off. Percy didn't seem fazed, he unlocked his locker and stuffed all his books inside.

If you were wondering what happened to the boy that we are oh so familiar with from your favorite series, don't worry, he's still there.

Just in brief form, let me explain to you why he's being like this. Ever since his trip to and from Tartarus, he's been darker, more reserved. The only place where he's himself, is camp. And with Annabeth.

He missed Annabeth too much. He'd promised they would never be separated again, and now they were. He couldn't bear school without Annabeth. By bearing with it, he cuts himself off from everyone else. It wasn't right, but he missed her so much.

As he walked away from his locker to his class, everyone started whispering to each other.

"What does Jackson even look like?"

"He's such a loser."

"Maybe he's cute."

Comments here and there. Percy just ignored them and kept walking to class.

JACK POV:

The minute my talk with Mr. Sanders, I exited the classroom, heading towards the dining hall for lunch. I bought my tuna sandwich a couple periods earlier, so I didn't have to get in line, where jocks cut the line every second.

I saw my table a couple meters away. Or what looks like a table. It was more of a study desk, but since it was the only 'table' left in the dining hall. Most of the time my friends and I would have to sit on the floor when there was no more space on the desk, it was that small.

Some of my friends were already sitting, eating their you had to ask, I had 3 friends. My brother, Arin. My science lab partner that wouldn't leave me alone, Cedric. And Emily, my best friend since elementary.

Then there was another guy, Percy Jackson. He looked like he was our friend, but he wasn't. The only reason he sat with us at lunch and walked with us, was because there was no other table for him to sit on. Sometimes, he'd even stand. The only words he ever spoke to us was when we asked if a question, and that was only a vague answer. Like 'Yes' 'no' or 'maybe'. Sometimes it was a bit infuriating, but we all learned to deal with it.

Just a bit of a background story, Percy Jackson came to Goode a couple years ago, but apparently nobody remembered him- weird. And when he returned, the only thing we saw of him was his lips and his nose, his grey hoodie, and his jeans. As far as the students go, we've never seen his face or had a real conversation with him before. He was a mystery.

I got to our table and plopped down next to Percy. He tensed a bit and his hand went to his jean pocket, but he then relaxed. That was the thing with Percy, he was always cautious and on edge, like something was about to attack him or something. It was a bit unnerving.

"Hey guys. What you got today?" I asked them, dumping my paper bag of lunch onto the table. We always did this. At lunch, we'd switch lunches and try to get a better deal. Because everyone's tastes were different. I looked around at the other's. Hm… sandwiches, a salad, sushi, fruits… I grabbed an apple from Andrew and a sandwich from Emily.

Percy never contributed. One of the only things we know about him, is that he always eats blue food. Blue pizza, blue coke, blue soup, it was strange, but when we asked him why, he just said, "Because i like it." Well that's that.

After a couple minutes of eating and discussing classes and homework, a loud voice came from the other table.

"Hey NERDS!" It was Andrew Aleck. He was the quarterback of the football team, and swim team, was dating the school slut and was a gigantic douche bag. We all looked over to him except for Percy, he looked bored.

"What?" Cedric croaked. He had a sore throat today, not something good to be happening when you talk up to a bully. Andrew sneered and walked casually over to us. Percy kept on digging in on his blue pizza.

"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to visit the losers. You know, I've got to be kind right? Just like the rich must donate to the poor!" He joked and some of his jerk-friends laughed. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to my food. Not a good move.

Andrew grabbed my shoulder and turned me back to him. "Hey! Don't turn your back on me Jacky. I still need you to do my science paper by the way. You think you can finish it by tomorrow?" He taunted and stared at me in contempt. I grit my teeth. None of the jocks did their homework, and expected us to do it. I didn't reply for awhile, and apparently I wasn't worth Andrew's precious time, so he turned towards Percy.

"Hey Jackson. Ever tried taking that stupid hoodie off? I bet you're too ugly, that's why you don't show your face." Andrew and his friends all laughed, smirking at Percy, waiting for his turn to talk.

But it didn't come, because the only thing Percy did was keep eating. Pretending that he didn't hear a word that came out of Andrew's mouth. Andrew apparently didn't like being ignored, so he punched Percy in the backside. Supposedly sending him toppling off of his seat. But Percy didn't even budge. He shifted ever so slightly, but wasn't even close to falling off.

Finally, Percy turned towards them. "What do you want." He said in a monotone voice. Andrew seemed infuriated, and flipped Percy off. "You're such a loser Percy. And we'll be here to remind you of that everyday. Have a good forever-alone life." Then he stalked back to his table, with his posse trailing after him.

Percy continued to dig into his pizza, and I couldn't help but stare at him. He never acted scared and when was bullied, he didn't seem hurt- just bored.

"Stupid mortals." What sounded suspiciously like that came out of Percy's mouth. I frowned, could he have said that? I must be going crazy. Percy didn't say that. Probably something else.

Who is Percy Jackson?

ANDREW POV:

That stupid loser Percy Jackson made me look like an idiot again. It might not have seem like it, but it struck me hard. He always acted so calm and bored, it made me angry.

He wouldn't even show his face. What a coward! I always wanted to beat him up to a pulp, but everytime I try to get near him, there's always a nerd nearby. And nerds ALWAYS tattletale. Though there's no doubt that I could beat him up in less than a minute.

Once in Science, I stole his binder and looked through it. It was written messily and all over the place. Percy Jackson hung out with the nerds, but he was no nerd. Apparently he had dyslexia and ADHD. I didn't know what ADHD was, but I knew what dyslexia was.

In his binder, I found some pictures. I was giggling with glee at that, finally something to taunt him with. But the only pictures I saw was a group photo with a bunch of good-looking teens, a picture of a blonde girl and a picture of an old couple. The first photo couldn't have had Percy in it. They were all strong, tall and muscular kids. I couldn't spot a ugly scrawny kid in there.

The second photo was a blonde girl. She was really hot. But I didn't understand why Percy would have a photo of her. He couldn't be dating her, because she was way out of his league. Even though I've never seen his face before, I just know. Maybe they were best friends? Or siblings? Its possible. Maybe Percy has blonde hair. I tried picturing it. Ew.

The 3rd photo was probably his parents, so I didn't care about that.

There was nothing juicy on it, so I put it back in Percy's bag. Ugh! Why couldn't I achieve the goal of making Percy look stupid?

Percy was a loser. I was popular and good-looking. I was captains of 2 sport teams and everyone either loved me or feared me. Some hooded loser can't trump me.

A/N Thanks so much for reading! This is a new story, and its the prologue. For my DHS readers (Demigods in High School), sorry I haven't updated in like a week! I've been writing this and I had a lot going on. I'll try to balance these two stories out. Please review on this story, favorite, follow! I will keep writing until Chapter 2, until I will start my review rule.

That basically means, I need to get at least 4 reviews, 4 favorites and 3 follows for each chapter in order for me to update the next. If you read DHS, then you should be familiar with it.

Peace OUT! 3 -Crsy