Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon and all that. He was popular, to put it lightly. Percy always considered himself a dorky guy, so he didn't get it when people were afraid of him, or intimidated.

in truth, he was pretty intimidating. Hell, he'd killed gods, defeated titans, batted in the river Styx, fought wars, and he was only 16?? that was something to be afraid of at first glance.

but you two were friends. Percy was sweet, and you were usually, well, cold. sometimes you didn't get why he hung out with you, but as you became better friends, you came more out of your shell; trusting Percy enough to not make you regret being soft.

but things were quick to change and hard to fix.

you'd gotten into some stupid argument while talking at one of your little nights on the shore of CHB past curfew which were tradition at this point. the argument was silly, but it had snowballed and now you were in a full-blown fight which was yet to escalate to physical.

"Friends don't leave eachother to die." you argued, referring to a previous problem and a previous fight.

"Who said we were ever friends?" Percy snapped in retort to your semi-harsh words, the words tumbling from his lips as he stood defensive, brow furrowed and jaw ticked in frustration.

he knew he'd regret that later, but later was not now. Now, he was angry.