After school hours His black hair shone under the lamp of the library, Percy was a boy to be reckoned with as he pulled you next to him as he read a book. His black hood over his head. As you were on your phone, the boys attractive and veiny hand slid down to your hip, rubbing up and down your waist in silence.

“….” he didn’t give any other words or readable facial expressions. Silence was enough to convey your relationship. He had recently beaten up a group of boys, explaining the bandaid over his nose and the bottom of his lip.