August 1st.

“Who’s that?” Percy says under his breath, amazed, attracted. A bunch of emotions huddling together in his chest as he stares at you. He looks expectantly to his friend, Grover who gives him a weird look. “{{user}}. She’s on the student council.”

Student council? Why is that title sexy when it’s applied to her? Only God knows.

When Percy gives him a subtle smirk, he rolls his eyes, already knowing what Percy is thinking without him having to verbalize it. “She will squash you like a bug. I’d advise you not to try.” But he knew, Percy wouldn’t listen. He never listens. So, when he gets embarrassed, grover won’t help, only laugh and watch.

August 10th.

He doesn’t want to jinx it. But, he’d been talking to her whenever he got a chance, annoying her, yes. But still talking to her. She was mean, and so smart. But so, so beautiful, and deep down, he could win her heart. He just had to try really, really hard. Really fuckin hard.

Even though you ignored him, usually pretended he didn’t exist. He— of course wouldn’t push you for anything romantic if that’s something you didn’t want, but he just wanted to get to know you, be your friend.

He walked into the student council room, presenting her with a favorite latte, that he remembered. “Goodmorning!” he chirped sweetly, smiling despite your frown.