Tsuki's POV

Walking through the double doors of my highschool is like walking through the doors of death. Hundreds of children ages ranging from 14 to 18 are mulling around and talking with their friends, though there is the occasional loner or teacher. From what I have observed, with my incredible observational skills (slight sarcasm), is that most people get sorted into groups within the first month of school.

There's the Jock group, Popular group, Emo group, loner group, weird group, cheerleader group, and the teachers pet group. I, naturally, am included on several of these groups, the loner group, weird group, and the Emo group. I'm rarely talked to and rarely talk to other people, spend my entire day reading, studying, or lazing around, and always wear black or other dark colors.

Okay, back on track, I'm heading to my first period, room 707 (REFERENCE), for math.

Ugh, math.

I actually enjoy math as a subject, but it's the teacher that's horrible. We are told to call him Lord or some shit, but most of us (for once, me included) end up calling him Sevvy behind his back. Oh, did I forget to mention he looks almost exactly like Severus Snape from Harry Potter? No? Well now I did.

Anywho, I head to my locker to grab my books and shit before going to Sevvy's (lol, it tried to auto-correct to savvy) room. I was almost there when I saw the worst thing I could possibly imagine, my PE teacher, who he likes to make us call, Bicep-man or some shit. God, it's such a stupid name, the first time he told us that, I nearly burst out with laughter, though held it in behind my stone cold face (lol).

Most students call him Peanut for some reason. I just think it's amusing to watch people accidentally call him that during class and get a angry "WHO IS PEANUT???" yelled at you from across the room. Dam, it's like that guy has bat ears or something (ha ha, that would actually be hilarious).

Anyways, Peanut was standing right next to my classrooms door, probably looking for me. Let me explain, you see, I may or may not have pulled a huge prank consisting of pie, pi, 3.1415, and some questionable objects I may or may not have stole from my parents room. I'll leave the imagination up to you ;) (How tf did I just use a ;) in real life??) and signed my name saying suck my- and the previously mentioned questionable object. Not my best move.

Alrighty, now, a way to sneak into my classroom and avoid Peanut for the rest of the day. Wait a second, I got it!

I closed my locker (which I didn't have to run back to because I forgot to close it) and calmly walked into my classroom, right past Peanut.

If you hadn't read the first chapter, I am completely unknown to my teachers and classmates, so they may have a name, but they don't have a body. Why does that sound so deep?

I sat down in my seat, the one in the back right next to the window, and put my stuff down next to me, only grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil. I wrote down my name and the date and began to draw. I'm honestly horrible at drawing, the best I can draw is a stick figure, so eventually I began to make these random comics following the life of the stickman.

Yup, it's called the random-comics following-super-stickman.

After ten minutes, the bell rang and I put my piece of paper away. The teacher, who had been previously reading at her desk, got up and faced the class.
"Welcome class, my name is Mrs. Welston, and I'm gonna be teaching this class for the rest of the year, I hope we have a good school year!"

Ugh, teachers are so optimistic at the beginning of the year. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh-
"Now we are going to introduce each other. I want you to say your first and last name, two things you like, and a hobby. Let's start right here"

Mrs. Welston pointed to the further most right desk in the front row.
"Harry Long, I like running and swimming, and I occasionally garden."
Wtf kind of name is that? It sounds so wrong. The teacher pointed to the next student
"Radner Green, I like basket ball and singing, and try (but fail) to herd sheep."
I love how he whispered under his breath 'but fail'. Like we needed to know that.

I kinda tuned out everyone after a bunch more weird names like Yand Kale and Jeto Peti. I looked out the window like a cliche anime character and began to think about random shit. Why did the author write this book? Why am I, a completely useless person with a strange name the main character? Ha, lol fourth wall broken.

"Um, excuse me? Sir?"
The teachers voice broke me out of sledge-hammering the fourth wall and I turned back to her.
"Yes?"
I asked, annoyed with her making me forget what I was thinking about.

"It's your turn to introduce yourself."
Oh.
"Oh, okay. Um, I'm Tsuki Sholper. I don't like anything and I don't have any hobbies"
I turn back around to look out the window.

There's a uncomfortable silence as the teacher tries to comprehend what I just said. Guess her minds too simple minded.
"Oh, um okay then. Today we're going to-"
And I tuned her out again. Seriously, her voice is really annoying. It sounds like a cat being shaved while standing in boiling hot water reading Kagehina fluff.

After about ten minutes, I got bored once again with looking out the window, so I decided to fuck with some other students. I pulled out a sheet of paper and folded it up into a triangle.

I put the folded triangle on my table and aimed it to the person the the right of me. I flicked my finger and hit the triangle.

Bullseye.

The kids head shot up from whatever he was writing and he looked around alertly. I quickly turned around and looked around the window, my face looking bored and emotionless.

Sadly, I was unable to hold the facade and soon enough (aka five minutes later), I burst out laughing.

Everyone turned towards me and looked at me strangely, the boy next to me looked at me with suspicion, then understanding, then playful hate.

Only he knew why the fuck I was laughing. He.

Fuck. I probably look like a crazy person.

I put on my stoic face that I usually kept on and stopped laughing, everyone was still staring. I continued looking out the window and pretended I didn't notice them, though I could see their reflections in the.. mirror? Window? Yeah, window.

God words are weird.

The teacher slowly turned back to the board that she had previously been writing on and continued writing out whatever weird thing she was writing about.

The boy I had flicked the triangle at was still staring at me, and I might have to add, he was quite handsome.

Alright, you need to know something, and this might come as a shock, but I'm slightly (extremely) gay af. Yes, I know, 'oh my god you are so weird and amazing (amaZHANG)! You should've said earlier like totally'. Yeah, that is why I avoided telling you (#4thwallbroken).

So I will admit when I see a guy, with- ok I'm sorry, but I will admit when a guy is fucking hot. This guy, who I'm just gonna call Kinky (😏) has brown hair, slightly tan skin, though it was more pale, and the brightest blue eyes I have ever seen. He kinda looked like if Percy and Jason had a child (A/N omg that would be amazing).

My face still held the stoic expression it always held as I began to think about the process in which Percy and Jason would take to make this child. Who would be the uke? Who would be the seme? Who would get pregnant? Who would act like the mom? Who would their child act like? Persassy or Jace the mace? Hmmmm, too many questions.

I brought myself back into reality as my mind began to wander into the cuddles and cute little kisses that Pason (or Jercy) would share, not wanting to start blushing like crazy and start squealing.

I sneaked a peek at the Jercy baby and saw he was still staring at me. It had to have been at least fifteen minutes since I had laughed, why was he still staring at me? Jercy baby (or Kinky if you still want that nickname) seemed to realize what he was doing and quickly turned around to face the teacher with a slight blush on his face. Weird, I didn't think it was so hot. (A/N okay, last one, pinkie promise 🤞, you're the hot one~).