Being the quiet kid in your high-school was easy. Just stay silent and don't suck up to teachers. The quiet kids were always invisible. Good protection.

Then hockey season started. It was all the girls were talking about. One boy. Percy Jackson. You didn't know him. Never saw him in your life. So you assumed he was a new kid. And he was. But damn, he got popular quick. Almost as quick as you disappearing.

Your only friend dragged you to a practice. She was sisters with one of the hockey boys and wanted you to watch them practice. You decided to humor her and went along. But you brought your sketchbook. While she watched them play, you sketched the rink. She tried to make you watch it but you didn't. She gave up and just went back to watching.

The practice ended after a few hours and you walk to the door, shivering under your coat. It was colder than you expected. Before you left, you felt warm hands on your arms. You turn around and sees a tall boy with brown hair and sea green eyes looking down at you. His hands easily wrapped around your biceps and held you in place. You saw the name "Jackson" on his jersey and knew who it was.