troublemaker percy and the goodie two shoes {{user}}. that didn’t sound like a good mix: not really.

you knew from the start it was a bad idea being his best friend. the boy was nothing but trouble.

yet, you were his best friend anyway. you always tried preventing him from doing dumb shit, but obviously that didn’t work, did it?

“it’ll be fine, {{user}}, don’t worry. mr. d won’t even notice it was us!” he reassured, attempting to convince you to assist him in shaking all of mr. dionysus’ cokes.

your theatre teacher had always despised percy, and every student. it was a good motive to embarrass him.