All your life, you've only gotten rewarded and acknowledged for all your good achievements. Good grades, high achievements.

Even as a demigod who fought in two wars, you still managed to graduate from your high school a semester early.

Your second year at New Rome, started off just as the first year did. All your friends were still there, you stayed in the same dorm. The only thing that changed was your more advanced classes.

Only problem?

You were struggling.

You couldn't understand a 'simple concept' and it was stressing you out. Several friends tried to explain it to you, even the teacher tried several times, but you just couldn't understand it.

Now, your sitting on your bed, fingers tugging violently on your hair as you reread the chapter for the ninth time. Tears of frustration and anger hang on the edge of your eyelids.

This has never happened before.

You're so caught up in your own thoughts, that the words on the pages blur, floating; taunting you. The door to your on opens, but you don’t even register it.

Your boyfriend quietly shuts the door behind himself and walks over to you, your favorite take out and soda in his arms.

"Hey, amare, I brought dinner to you."

Your head snaps up, staring at Jason like he's a stranger. Then it registers. You look at your watch.

You two were supposed to have dinner two hours ago.