Percy quickly put his focus back on Mr Brunner once the class reached the next exhibit. By the time lunch came, Percy had forgotten about Nancy. Percy and Grover were sitting on the stairs outside of the museum, eating their lunches. To Percy's surprise, Sally had put in two lunches before she left to go to work. One was a Caesar salad for Grover, and the other was homemade spaghetti. Sally always made homecooked and homemade meals, always Italian food.

"Dude, Sally makes the best food ever," Grover says while digging into his salad like a goat. Percy chuckles as he starts eating his spaghetti.

"I know, and it's fine to call her mamma. She already told you, you could," Percy says, making Grover blush in embarrassment.

"B-but she's your mom! Not mine! It doesn't seem right!" Grover exclaims, making Percy roll his eyes as he thumps the older boy in the forehead.

"Mamma basically adopted you the day you first came home with me. She's your mamma too," Percy says, making Grover grumble slightly as he sighs in defeat. Percy always won these types of arguments. Percy was about to speak again when he feels something cold being dumped on him and Grover. He gasps in surprise as he jolts up from his sitting position. Percy turns around to glare at the person who dumped lemonade on him. It was Nancy. Percy felt his anger boil his blood as his eyesight turned red. A scream of fright made his eyesight go back to normal.

"PERCY PUSHED ME!" Nancy screams at the top of her lungs while pointing at Percy. Nancy was on the ground, a bad scrape on the back of her legs. In front of her was a large crack in the pavement, starting from the bottom of the stairs to where Nancy was laying.

"Perseus Jackson!" A shrill voice from behind Percy screeches. Percy flinches slightly at the sound of his full name. Gabe always used his first name when he wasn't drunk. Perfy turns around to see his least favorite teacher, Mrs Grey, run over to Nancy. Mrs Grey was the Algebra teacher and loved every student, except Percy and Grover. Her favorite was Nancy.

"Oh my! Nancy, sweetheart, are you alright?!" Mrs Grey asks in worry as she helps the crying Nancy up from where she was laying. Percy rolled her eyes at how obviously fake her tears were, but didn't say anything. He didn't want to get in any more trouble.

"You, sir, will stay here until I get back! We'll talk about your punishment once I know Nancy is okay," Mrs Grey growls out in anger, glaring sharply at Percy. Percy simply stares back, straight in her eyes, making the woman flinch. No one could ever hold eye contact with him, not even Grover and Mr Brunner could. The only one who could was Sally. Percy sits back down with a scowl, ignoring the faint whispers he could easily pick up.

"Did you see the ground?! It cracked open right under Nancy's feet!"

"I know! I think we should avoid Necrophiliac. He could do the same with us."

Percy could only roll his eyes at all of the whispers while Grover puts a hand on his shoulder. Percy gives Grover a strained smile, appreciating the small amount of comfort Grover was giving him. Percy didn't like people touching him, a fear that Gabe was responsible for, but allowed it when he needed it. Percy jumps slightly when he hears thunder booming. He looks up in confusion as the thunder continues.

"Someone's killed an angel," Percy says, making Grover look at him in confusion.

"What?"

"There's thunder without lightning. It's a little saying Mamma and I have. When I was little, Mamma told me the story of how she witnessed her brother kill an angel. Thunder started suddenly, directly above her and her brother with no lightning. It's happening right now," Percy explains, making Grover pale slightly as he looks up at the sky as well. Percy was right. There was no lightning, but thunder boomed.

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Percy sighs in annoyance when Mrs Grey comes back 5 minutes later. Percy stood up as slow as he could and followed the math teacher into the museum. Percy kept his guard up, a hand on the pocketknife he secretly carried, not liking this one bit. Mrs Grey was leading him deeper and deeper into the museum. When they finally stopped, it was in a room that no one had been in for days. Mrs Grey turned around to give Percy a glare full of pure rage.

"Where is it?" She asks in a hiss, making Percy look at her in confusion as he silently opens his pocketknife. Sally gave it to him as a birthday gift last year.

"Where's what?" Percy asks in confusion, making Mrs Grey growl. Percy backs up slightly. It wasn't a human growl.

"Where is the Master Bolt?!" She screeches out as she shifts into a monster. She was taller and had gnarly teeth and nails. Wings sprouted from her back and her eyes were a glowing blue. Percy takes out his pocket knife, eyes widening in fear at what Mrs Grey turned into.

"Cosa diavolo sei?!" Percy exclaims in fear before Mrs Grey charges at him. Percy twirls to the left, keeping his balance as Mrs Grey misses him by 3 inches. Percy turns around and slashes at one of the woman's wings, making her scream in pain.

"Where have you hidden the Master Bolt?!" Mrs Grey screeches loudly, making Percy flinch at the loudness. Percy adjusts his grip on the pocketknife as he goes into a fighting stance.

"I don't know what the hell your talking about!" Percy shouts back as Mrs Grey charges forward again. Percy stays in the same place, waiting for her to get closer, a small sliver of morbid glee inside him. He didn't fight often, but when he did, it felt amazing. Once Mrs Grey was inches awake from Percy, he reaches out, slashing his dagger with all his might. Mrs Grey tries to gasp for air as she slowly turns into yellow dust, a long gash on her throat. Percy watches in fascination as she crumbles into the yellow dust.

"Percy!" Grover's voice echoes through the room, make Percy go back into a fighting stance, his pocketknife pointed at Grover. Percy sighs in relief as he slowly relaxes from his stance and puts up his pocketknife.

"Hey Grove," Percy says as Grover comes rushing in with Mr Brunner behind him. Grover stares at the pile of yellow dust in surprise and fear before staring back at Percy.

"Percy! Are you alright?! Did she hurt you?" Grover asks as he comes closer. Percy smiles, chuckling lightly as Grover goes into his mother hen mode.

"No. Whatever she is, she's dead. Thank God Mamma felt like getting me a pocketknife last year," Percy says with a small smile. Grover physically sags in relief.

"Wait, Sally gave you a pocketknife?!" Grover asks in shock, making Percy chuckle in amusement.

"Yeah. Mamma knew how disliked I was at school. Even though she taught me how to fight, she want me to have some extra protection," Percy explains while Grover just looks at Percy in slight fear. Grover knew how excited Percy got when he fought. He already deals a lot of damage with just his fists and elbows, but if he had a weapon? God he didn't want to even imagine it.

"Sorry to interrupt your worry Grover, but we need to discuss some things to Percy," Mr Brunner says, making Percy jump in surprise. He forgot Mr Brunner was there. Grover blushes in embarrassment while Percy look at the two in confusion.

"Oh yeah. Sorry Chiron. Oh! um..." Grover trails off, trying to think of the right words to say. Grover just sighs in defeat as he looks down at Percy.

"This is a pretty long and confusing story. We don't have much time, so I'm going to have to give you the simplest way," Grover says, making Peecy even more confused. He tilts his head in slight confusion as he gazes back and forth from Grover to Mr Brunner.

"Long story short, Greek mythology's real."

"Uh... Percy?"

"Che cosa?"

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Hey! Hope you like the new chapter! Still haven't thought of who should be with Percy!

Oh! For those who are confused:

I have basically switched Percy and Nico's rolls. So that means, Nico was Italian, Percy's now Italian. Percy was the son of Poseidon, Nico's now the son of Poseidon. Bianca's the daughter of Poseidon as well. I'll get further into detail when it actually comes up, like in the third book.

If you want a specific person to be with Percy, just comment. I might use the person but I also might not. It depends on how well I see them together. I don't care if its boyxboy, boyxgirl, or a threesome. If you want it, I'll think about it.

Translations:

Cosa diavolo sei?!: What the hell are you?!

Che cosa?: What?

REMEMBER! All foreign languages are from Google Translate! They may be wrong! If they are, sorry!

Hope you like the story so far! Bai!