Louis's pov

First things first. I'm a guy (some can get confused because of the name) and I am gay. Go ahead, judge me. I don't give a dam. It was not something I was proud of but I got used to this. Not many people know about this so shhhhh.

(A/N I have nothing against gay people. I like gay characters actually, they are so fun to be with. Just forgive me for making him like this okay.)

Now that we are through with the basics lets talk business.

I used to go to Yancy academy when I was in 6th grade. That is where I met Percy Jackson.

At that point of time I was naive and not sure of my sexuality. I liked girls and boys both. But I couldn't get him out of my head.

He was not that impressive to be honest but he got me swooning.

He was scrawny and short but his eyes, his features, his attitude and that soft silk like hair made me think I was gay. Honestly I thought. The whole year I tried to muster up the courage to ask him out.

But just when I wanted to ask he left. He left and I didn't know where he was, no clue. He never came back. I was heart broken, I told my parents about it but they said I will get over it.

I did, in my own way.

I did not tell anyone i was bi. I screwed around not giving a dam. This was my way of coping with the loss of my first love.

Yeah judge me, call me names but everyone has their own way of dealing with stuff, and this was mine. That is until I moved.

I moved to the other part of the city and joined Goode high.

This was an average school and not for troubled kids like Yancy academy.

The atmosphere was great and highschool made me more confident than I was before. My years of hard work and hook looks made me popular and I did not want to ruin this by revealing my sexuality.

I became The cliché boy in the football team wearing a leather jacket and surrounded by girls. 

The competition got me doing things I did not want to do. I continued to play with hearts, making bets, breaking hearts.

But one girl in particular did not give in. Annabeth chase. She was a beautiful blonde that did not swoon when I walk by. She did not blush when I smirked.

She was a difficult target.

But I did not give up.

"Hey Annabeth, how you doing?" I asked her and leaned on the locker beside her's.

"Now that I've seen you, terrible." She replied dryly and shut her locker with a loud thud.

"Hey, that was cold, really cold. Give me a chance, I really like you." That's a lie. But you got to do what you got to do.

"No." She left me standing all alone again. This girl will be the death of me. It is a big deal to get Annabeth's attention. Rumors say she dated a guy last year. I did not bother with the name because now it's gonna be me.

For a week I left her alone. Just sticking cheesy notes in her locker and some flowers and all that romantic stuff.

Today I am going to try again. And this time she has to say yes. I am sure she is already flattered. I hope so.

"Have you heard? He is back."

"Yeah, after a whole six months."

"I heard he is so hot "

"He had gone for a long time."

Who are they talking about? Who is back?

"What's happening dude? Who is everyone talking about?" I asked a fellow teammate. His lips turned into a frown.

"The golden boy has returned. Who else." He scowled and left abruptly.

Okay.

That was the first shock of the day, another was waiting for me at the lockers, where I was going to win myself a title by asking out Annabeth.

I found her with another guy, hugging her and holding her so close, there was no room for air to pass.

Who the hell? I have invested months to get her and this guy did not just ruin that. I stormed there and ripped them apart.

I punched the guy in the face and kicked his legs, making him fall.

He was muscular and had black hair, couldn't see his face properly because he was looking down.

I was distracted and he took the opportunity to pin me to the lockers. Oh that hurt.

"How dare you?" He asked. His voice deep and calm. But I could sense the anger behind it. I looked him in the eyes and did a double take.

How can I ever forget those eyes. Those green eyes.

Percy Jackson.

"I can do more than that." I said. All my anger and frustration resurfaced and I wanted to let it out.

I kept on hitting him and he continued to dodge. After all these years why now?! When I was finally stable in my life? He just had to show up and mess everything up! 

I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!

From the corner of my eyes I saw Annabeth bring the teacher in and he separated us.

I hate the fact the he didn't fight back. He is not how I remembered him. He has changed, and I hate it even more that just by looking at him, all the previous feelings are started to come up.

I hate it. And I can't do anything about it.

(A/N Does it feel kind of incomplete? It does to me...so I think there might be a 2nd part for this one.

Also next chapter (the looooooong one) will be up by Sunday.

If you like Harry potter and Percy Jackson crossover then checkout my other book "Hogwarts has Visitors" and I have some other stuff planned so stay tuned. ;)

XOXO

❤️ S