Percy Jackson.

He was your best friend! Of course you were going to support him in every way possible.

But lately he's been too proud of himself. He's just been, too much. He was starting to get on your nerves. He knew that you loathed people who were full of themselves. So while you both sat there, on an old bench, him bragging to you about how he beat Clarisse in Capture the flag, making you want to tear all your hair out.

Just stop talking for once. Oh my fucking gods shut up! You thought silently as you listened to him, scratching at your hand as an output for your anger.

"And then she just screamed again! She's so pathetic I swear..." He laughed as he leaned back and adjusted himself in his seat, running his hand through his hair.