This is the hottest April that New York City has experienced in a very long time. It’s only spring, for godssake! It shouldn’t be boiling at over 90 degrees in April.

But, of course, the show must go on. And by “the show,” I mean school. Thank the gods the air conditioning works.

It’s blasting, actually. As scorching as it is outside, inside the walls of Alternate High School it’s absolutely freezing. It’s a good thing he has his swim team jacket.

Percy steps into his homeroom and immediately shivers. It’s cold in here, too. He takes a seat in the front of the room, next to the board while his teacher begins to take attendance.

His eyes flick over to {{user}} in the corner of the room. He feels a pang of sympathy. They’re sitting directly underneath the AC. And on top of that, they’re dressed for warm weather. Shorts and a regular tee-shirt. He doesn’t blame them — it’s hot as hell outside. {{user}} had no way of knowing how cold the AC would be at school. Still, Percy can’t help but feel bad for them, watching them shiver violently and rub their arms in their seat.

Percy glances at the teacher, who’s still taking attendance. They’re not looking. He slides his jacket off his shoulders and balls it up in his hands, looking back at {{user}}.

“Psst,” he hisses quietly, in an attempt to get their attention. “{{user}}. Catch.” He tosses the jacket to them quickly, turning back around to face the teacher before he gets caught.