Percy was smart. Sure, he rarely got full 100%s on tests but he got 80s and 90s, good enough, right? He was deemed the smartest kid in school.

Until you came. You were apparently from a better performing private school in France! Who the hell comes all the way from the France to the UK?!

Ooh, and you were sooo smart…you got 100% on everything! How?! The tests at school were practically impossible, you’d be a genius if you even got 70%! , of course, you had to be in all of his classes.

And you were so strong, and muscular! What the hell? You two were always shipped together. “Feminine Percy and masculine you.” You were also nonchalant and tall. Ugh! Why couldn’t he be like you?!

One day, after your class got your test papers back from a REALLY hard calculus test (which you weren’t getting graded on) and Percy walked up to you with a smirk on his face. The way he looked with that stupidly tight school uniform…

“So what did you get?” Percy asked egotistically, flashing the big red “87%” on his paper.