OOC (fierrochase high school au fic im starting)
FIERROCHASE BAND AU
Chapter 1
Blue Jolly Ranchers Rock
“Come on, Magnus, it won’t be that bad. It’s just a school.”
“I was homeschooled my whole life, Annabeth. This is bad.” I crossed my arms.
Annabeth Chase smiled serenely, “I promise you it’s not. You’ll make new friends and stuff.”
“I thought you were gonna introduce me to your friends,” I raised an eyebrow.
“I am,” Annabeth hesitated, “But you should make other friends as well.”
“Hmph,” Was all I said to this. What I really wanted to do was ask Annabeth if she was embarrassed by her weird cousin with chin-length unkempt blonde hair. Oh right, I reminded myself, that’s me. I looked up at the big bricked building. I definitely did not want to be here. After my mom, Natalie Chase died, I went to live with my cousin Annabeth, her father, and step-family.
I was thankful for them of course, but I always hated the pitied looks from my relatives.
My mom was dead and that was that. End of discussion. Don’t feel sorry. It’s fine.
“Come on, Mags, we gotta get to the front office to get your schedule and meet your guide,” Annabeth said, starting up the sidewalk to the front door.
Her words sent panic flowing through my system.
“Wait, what guide?” I asked, stopping my cousin by grabbing her arm.
Annabeth sighed and yanked away from me gently, “I forgot to tell you, I’m not gonna be showing you around the place. I can’t, I’ve got an algebra test first period!” Annabeth looked at me with, sorry Magnus, work always comes first because I'm such a nerd, but you’ll survive!! still sorry though! grey eyes. Grey eyes were pretty much a Chase family trademark. Mine were the same shade.
“It’s fine,” I muttered. And maybe it was. Maybe the guide would be totally cool. I’d be friends with them and I would have a not-so-horrible first day. Or maybe the guide would be a total jerk and I would have a miserable day.
It was a 50-50 chance.
Unfortunately, I had no choice but to take the chance.
Annabeth swung the door open and I saw an old lady secretary sitting behind a computer, typing away.
The lady smiled when she saw Annabeth, “Good morning, Ms. Chase,” she said to her.
“Morning, Mrs. Davidson!” Annabeth said and then whispered to me, “Get on her good side. She’s got a whole jar of blue jolly ranchers on her desk.”
“Uh,” I started my sentence in a very cool, impressive way, “Morning,” I said to the old lady.
“You must be Magnus Chase, our new student,” Mrs. Davidson glanced at me once before pulling open the desk drawer and pulling out a slip of paper—my schedule.
“Here you go,” she handed me the paper and peered at me over her glasses, “Welcome to Half Blood High.”
Chapter 2
Samirah Studies me Like I’m Her History Textbook
As a new student, I certainly did not get the fresh pick of classes for my sophomore year.
Biology, Algebra, Geography, English, PE, and Spanish
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, and boring.
And then for my elective, I got…art?
Art. Magnus Chase and art? I was sure the people who arranged this schedule were messing with me.
I would’ve much preferred choir or something. I liked to sing. And I was actually sort of good at it.
I didn’t have anything against art, I just kinda sucked at it.
I guessed I’d have to get over the sucking if I wanted to pass.
My mother, however, was great at art. She’d paint me pictures every birthday, and hang them on my bedroom wall.
By the time I was 13, 13 painted pictures were hanging above my bed.
And now there were none. All the paintings were burned in the fire. Along with Natalie Chase.
I turned to Annabeth.
“Where my guide?” I asked.
“She should be- “
The office door swung open.
A girl with dark olive skin ran in. She wore a green hijab, jeans, a dark purple hoodie, and black sneakers. She wore an exhausted expression.
“Sorry I’m late,” the girl panted, and then her eyes met mine, “You must be Magnus,” She sighed.
“Uh, yeah,” I cleared my throat, “Hey.”
The girl looked at me like she was trying to figure me out.
Good luck! I wanted to tell her. I can’t figure me out myself!
“I’ll be your guide. My name’s Samirah,” she finally said, “But call me Sam.”
“Cool. You can uh, call me Magnus,” I stammered.
Sam laughed, which meant she thought I was funny, or an idiot.
The second option was probably the one.
“Well Magnus,” Sam glanced back up at me, “I guess I should start showing you around.”
After about an hour of a tour from Sam, I got a pretty good idea of the place.
“Any questions?” Sam asked when we returned to the main foyer.
How do I get out of this? But I didn’t actually say that. I asked my brain, which didn’t have an answer. What an unhelpful brain.
“No,” I cleared my throat, “Thanks for uh, showing me around.”
“No problem,” She said, “It’s about to be lunchtime so we should get to the cafeteria,” Sam started down the hall.
“Oh. Yeah, okay,” I followed behind Sam.
I wondered if I’d get to meet Annabeth’s friends. From what I had heard, they were kind of popular at school and were really nice.
I had already met her boyfriend, Percy Jackson, who was super cool and was on the swim team.
But there was also Jason, Leo, Frank, Hazel, Nico, and Will, who were mysteries to me.
I also wondered if they were too cool for me. Which was cringey, but just how I felt. I wondered what Annabeth had told them about me.
And ultimately, if I were to join the group, 9 was an odd number.
Woah. I was kinda jumping the gun.
I hadn’t even meant them yet and I was worrying about being a ninth wheel?
Calm down, Magnus, I told myself.
“Magnus?”
Someone else said my name.
It was Sam, who had stopped walking and turned to face me.
“You okay?” She asked.
“I’m- yeah im good.”
I wondered why she cared. Sam was nice, but she’d only just met me.
Sam considered me, her brown eyes interlocking with my grey ones.
Now, usually if I were to make such serious eye contact with a cute girl, I’d be a complete mess. But Sam looked at me with eyes that were narrow and accusing.
“I’m trying to figure you out, Magnus Chase. This whole time, you’ve barely said anything to me. Are you sure you’re fine?”
I hesitated but quickly nodded. I jumped as the loud bell rang.
A look of realization came over Sam’s face.
“Are you nervous?” She asked.
Embarrassment washed over me.
“Uh, I don’t know,” I said.
“Ok. So you’re nervous. I get it. First day can be hard. But Half Blood High is a relatively open minded and friendly place.”
“Relatively?”
“You just…have to look out for the right people is all,” Sam’s expression softened.
I could tell she was one of the right people.
“Thanks, Sam.”
“Now let’s go to lunch.”
“Annabeth!” I spotted her by her curly blonde hair.
She was walking into the cafeteria with Percy and pretty cocoa haired girl with light brown skin.
Annabeth glanced at me wore a tight smile and gave me a small wave.
I told Sam thanks and bye, and waked up to Annabeth.
“Is this Magnus?” The girl beside Annabeth asked.
Annabeth sighed, “Yep. Piper meet my cousin, Magnus Chase. Magnus, meet my best friend, Piper McLean.”
“Sup,” I said to Piper.
“Sup,” Piper smirked.
“Sup,” Percy added in, giving me a fist bump.
Annabeth rolled her eyes. She grabbed my arm and led me into the cafe, Percy and Piper following right behind.
Annabeth led me to a circle table in the middle of the cafe where 5 other students sat.
She pointed her finger at each of them and told me their names.
The dude Piper sat next to was Jason Grace. He was a tall guy with short, straight blonde hair and glasses. He had a small scar on his upper lip and greeted me with a small smile.
Next to Jason, sat Leo Valdez. He had light brown skin and dark but wide eyes that seemed to have a spark in them.
“Uh uh uh,” Leo interrupted Annabeth, “Not just Leo Valdez. I’m Leo Valdez bad boy supreme.”
Annabeth just sighed.
“If Calypso was here she’d agree!”
Next to Leo was Will Solace, who seemed like a ray of sunshine with his tousled curly blonde hair and cheeks littered with freckles. He smiled at me and waved.
Nico di Angelo leaned against Will’s shoulder. He looked at me with dark calculating eyes. The look wasn’t so much hatred, as it was how Sam looked at me a few minutes ago.
Speaking of Sam, I wondered where she sat. My eyes darted around and saw Sam sitting with a red haired girl, an African American guy, and a muscular guy. They were laughing, joking and smiling and having a good time. They seemed nice.
But I turned back to Annabeth’s friends.
“Okay well that’s everyone. Hazel and Frank aren’t here right now. They’re at a Save Our Strays meeting. Bye now,” Annabeth told me.
Bye?
“I thought I was-“
Annabeth gave him a warning look but with a bit of exasperation.
“Go sit with Sam,” she told me.
A rush of irritation flowed through me.
I went to sit with Sam.
“Oh! Hey there Magnus,” Sam was surprised as I set my lunch bag down.
“Can I sit here?” I asked her.
“Of course,” Sam pulled out the chair for me and then turned to her friends, “This is Magnus Chase.”
“The guy you were showing around? Aka the reason you were absent in calculus this morning and I couldn’t copy off of ya?” The girl with curly red hair asked Sam with a smirk.
“Yep,” Sam replied and then introduced me to all her friends.
The red haired smirking girl was Mallory Keen.
The muscular guy who seemed to be close with Mallory was Halfborn Gunderson. He held up an hand and waved at me.
The African American guy with short girly brown hair and light eyes was T.J.
As I sat down and said hi to them, I noticed an object sticking out of Mallory’s book bag. It looked like a…
“Mallory,” I started, my eyebrows raised, “What’s that?” I asked.
Mallory looked from me to the knife.
“Oops,” she stuffed the knife in a different pocket so that it was hidden, “Silly me.”
Silly me?
“What were you gonna uh, use that for?” I pressed.
“Just a precaution,” Mallory assured me, “Sometimes us girls have to take certain precautions,” And she ended the conversation with a one syllable laugh.
“There’s so many people transferring to Half Blood High,” T.J told me, “First you and now Sam’s…”
“Brother.” Sam finished after a bit of consideration.
I thought about that. Why would Sam attend Half Blood High but her brother is just now transferring?
Sam seemed to read my mind.
“He’s my half brother. He just got out of a…situation and moved here,” Sam shifted uncomfortably.
I nodded. I understood situations very well.
“Anyways,” Sam cleared her throat, “We’ll get to that tomorrow.”
“Where’s your schedule?” T.J then asked, “We should see if you have any classes with us.”
I dug in my somehow already unorganized book sack and pulled out my schedule.
“Cool! We’ve got calculus together!” Mallory pointed at his second period class and glanced at Sam, who was also in that class.
“Thank god,” I muttered.
I really didn’t want to go through 10th grade calculus alone.
“We’ve got PE,” Halfborn noticed.
With his muscles, I would’ve assumed Halfborn was on the football team or something like that. But he wasn’t and that’s fine. That just meant I wouldn’t endure physical torture alone either.
“And we’ve got history together along with Sam and Halfborn,” T.J smiled at me.
“Cool,” I nodded and picked up my schedule.
I ate my sandwich as I watched Mallory and Sam get into a deep conversation about alternative bands.
“You like twenty one pilots?” I asked when she mentioned them.
“Yeah. I also like Weezer and The Killers,” I told her, unscrewing the cap on my Gatorade bottle.
“Me too,” Sam smiled.
“Oh great. Now they’re going to geek out.,” Mallory sighed.
“Now,” Sam looked at me with a glint in her eyes, “Blue Album, Green Album, or Teal Album?”
“Oh, Blue Album all the-“
The bell rang.
We groaned.
“Well, I’ve gotta get to English. You better hurry, Magnus. The art room is upstairs,” Sam informed me.
So I rushed to my class.
Chapter 3
Nico Di Angelo is a Dam Good Artist
“Sorry…I’m…late,” Magnus said between tired breaths.
“It’s only your first day, Chase. I’ll let it slide,
The teacher, Mr Blitz, told him. He was a stout man with dark skin, long dreads and an interesting fashion sense.
I studied the room and I found an empty seat next to one of Annabeth’s friends, Nico di Angelo.
He looked at me with the same dark eyes he had given me at lunch.
I sat down next to him.
It was the only open seat.
“Today, class, you will be continuing the portrait project,” Mr Blitz told them, “For those of you who have just joined us, you will draw a portrait of someone special in your life. Now, get started and get creative!”
I grabbed a sheet of blank sketch paper from off the counter and started to sketch the shape of a head.
Though, I wasn’t sure whatever shape I drew sufficed as a head but it would have to do.
I glanced over at Nico, who was working on two portraits. One was visibly a girl, the other a boy. If there was anything Nico was, it was a dam good artist.
He seemed to have finish the boy before the girl, because I could tell who the boy was— Will Solace.
From their body language at lunch, I wondered if they were together.
“Are you judging my art?” A gritted voice spoke.
I looked up. Nico was glaring at me.
“I- well- um- you see-“ I spluttered.
“I’m kidding,” one side of Nico’s mouth upturned ever so slightly, “I like to joke.”
I couldn’t tell with the way Nico presented himself as dark and brooding. I guess all that “Don’t judge a book by its cover” crap pays off.
“Your portraits are good,” I told Nico, glancing back down at them.
“Thanks. I’m going to give this one to Will,” Nico said, gesturing to the finished product.
Nico had a slight Italian accent that was very prominent when he said his i’s, making “Will” sound like “weel”.
“Is- is Will your…” I left the words hanging, hoping Nico would finish for me. He did.
“My boyfriend,” He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. He is”
Nico seemed the defensive with these words.
I, personally had no problems with information. Boy dates a boy, girl dates a girl. Whatever. It didn’t matter.
But from how uptight Nico seemed about the subject, I assumed he’d gotten judged in the past.
So I said, “That’s cool.”
Nico relaxed. “Yeah. It is.”
As time in the class ticked by, I was busy with my portrait. I decided to make it of my mom. Surprise, surprise.
Nico ended up helping me with the head since I guess I did it wrong or something.
At the end of class when the bell rang and Nico waved bye, I had to wonder, were me and Nico di Angelo now friends?
The rest of the day passed by relatively quick. I had biology, PE, and Spanish in the afternoon.
When the bell rang, I met Annabeth at her car.
I wasn’t that happy with her after lunch, but she was my only ride home.
I slid into the passenger seat and closed the door. Annabeth got in, turned the key, and pulled out of the parking lot.
…
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
“Sure, I believe that,” Annabeth’s tone was sarcastic.
“You should,” I told her.
“Is this about what happened at lunch?”
I shrugged.
“Magnus,” Annabeth turned to me when we pulled up at a stoplight, “I was just-“
“Are you embarrassed by me?” I had to ask.
“What? Mags, no. Of course not.”
“Then why'd you push me away from your friends? They're too good for me?”
“No!” Annabeth groaned, “You're taking this out of context. Magnus, I just want you to branch out. Have other friends rather than mine! Is that so bad.”
I shrugged.
“Would you stop that?” Annabeth said, “I'm trying to help you be independent, meanwhile you're stubborn.”
“I just thought you'd be by my side.”
“I'm not holding onto your leash or anything. I'm not your caretaker. For gods sake, I'm not your mom, Magnus!”
I don’t know why, but when Annabeth said this, something inside of me just snapped.
Not snap as in yell at her.
No. I just stayed silent, letting Annabeth’s guilt sink in.
Her face paled, considering her word choice, “Magnus, I-“
I shook my head. Hard. Tears threatened my eyes but I didn’t give in.
I stayed silent the rest of the car ride. So did Annabeth.
Chapter 4
Percy Mourns Over his Car
I woke up at 6 am to get ready for school. I ate breakfast across from my cousin in silence. But I was kinda tired of it.
Don’t get me wrong, I was mad at Annabeth, but I couldn’t stay salty forever.
It just wasn’t possible. Not when Annabeth was as kind and cool as she was.
“Uh,” I cleared my throat, “I heard there’s a dance next week. You taking Percy?”
Annabeth looked up at me with surprised eyes, “Yeah. The whole group’s going.”
I nodded. Personally, dances weren’t my thing. So I’d probably stay home.
“You could, um, tag along,” Annabeth offered.
I smiled. I really did appreciate Annabeth’s offer. And I was about to take it but, as I said, dances weren’t really my thing.
What can I say? I’m a homeschooled kid. Big events freak me out.
Annabeth smiled.
I liked the terms we were on now.
Even if they just covered up a problem. Better than having the problem stick around.
After I got ready and Annabeth finished up doing whatever takes girls so long to get ready, we headed out the door to Annabeth’s car.
“Oh, Mags, I meant to tell you earlier, we’re gonna pick up Percy,” She told me, sliding into the driver's seat as I got in the passenger side.
“Cool,” I nodded, “Why?”
Annabeth smirked, “His car broke down.”
“Oh.”
“So that kinda means you gotta move to the back.”
“Will I have to watch you two kiss?” I asked, moving to the back.
Annabeth scoffed but smiled, “Shut up.”
I just smirked and laid back in my seat.
When we pulled up to Percy’s apartment complex, I could see Percy jogging out. He got in the car and said, “Hey.”
“Hey,” Annabeth kissed his cheek.
I joked about a fake gag.
Percy turned to me, “Sup, Magnus?” He smiled.
“Nothin much. You?”
“A lot. I’m starting a job at the public pool to make some money to pay for a new car,” Percy grimaced.
“Yeah- how did that even happen?” I asked him.
“It just gave out on me!” Percy threw up his hands.
He sighed, “Man, and I liked that car.”
“There are other fish in the sea,” Annabeth smirked.
When we got to school, Percy went to walk Annabeth to class. I knew he loved his girlfriend, but the really advanced AP classes were at the far end of the school. If I were him, my legs would be screaming.
I made my way to first-period history, where I reminded myself I’d see some of my friends, TJ, Sam, and Halfborn.
Halfborn and TJ were already in the classroom when I walked in.
They came up to me and we started chatting.
“Hey, Gunderson!” A rough voice called to Halfborn.
Halfborn’s face twisted with exhaustion and frustration, “What do you want X?”
A big, strong guy with shaggy blonde hair walked up to them.
X’s lips curved into a sour smirk, “I was just wondering who this here is,” he glanced at me, “And apologize to him for having to join your pathetic band of weirdos.”
“Just leave us alone, Xander. Magnus chose to hang with us,” But TJ looked at me after saying that, his eyes asking: right?
“Yeah,” I said quietly, “I did.”
I wasn’t quiet because I was ashamed.
I was quiet because I was nervous about the guy looming over my friends and me.
“Hmph,” Said X.
“Whatever, X,” Halfborn glared at him, “You’re just salty because I left the team.”
X opened his mouth, but whatever he was going to say was cut off by the teacher telling the class to quiet down. X grunted and went back to his seat while TJ, Halfborn, and I sat down in our seats.
I got worried when Sam didn’t show up to class. Was she sick? Was I allowed to worry? Were we, like, friends?
When class dismissed, I asked TJ about Sam.
“She’s showing around her brother, remember?”
“I forgot,” I said. But of course, Sam would be the one showing her brother around. I wondered what he was like. I wondered if we might be friends. Sam was in 11th grade. What grade was her brother in? Would he be in any of my classes?
Halfborn walked next to us, looking sort of dejected.
“Uh, you okay?” I asked him.
“I hate X,” He told me
“He seems like a jerk. Is he mean to you a lot?”
“Ever since we got into a fight and I left the football team.”
“Why’d you leave the team?” I wondered.
“Because I hated him. He talked about Mallory,” he replied.
“Really?”
“He was mad because she turned him down.”
“He liked her?” I asked.
“A lot. But Mallory was already dating me and she wasn’t interested. So she turned him down.”
“And he blamed you.”
Halfborn snorted, “He said I was “holding her back” Mals got mad at this of course, and wanted to murder him, but I handled it.” He said with a grin.
“But now he taunts you mercilessly,” I nodded.
“Every. Single. Day,” TJ said, frustration in his voice.
“Sorry,” was all I could think to say.
“No one's fault except that jerk’s” TJ assured me.
We stayed silent, the three of us walking side by side, until I had to go to calculus. So we parted ways and I made my way to the classroom.
I sat next to the apparently murderous Mallory Keen and pulled out my workbook to do the problems on the board.
We ended up working on our books all class. I watched the clock longing for the minute hand to just speed up. Would that be too much to ask? I ended up giving Mallory free answers because, you know, friendship.
When the bell rang I was glad to leave. Not Mallory, the class. In fact, I walked with Mallory to English and talked to her, asking about Sam’s brother and the jerk X.
Mallory sighed, “Did Halfborn mention this crap with X happened like, two years ago? When we were freshmen?” She asked.
“No,” I answered, surprised. Why was the dude so hung up on a 9th-grade unrequited love?
I went to English, where I found Piper McLean, Will Solace, and Jason Grace. They invited me to sit with them and I accepted their offer. I soon learned they were a fun bunch. I also learned they had some sort of loathing hatred for our English teacher, who was tight-faced and had a nasal voice that gave me a headache. Seemed as if everyone did. I assumed I would soon.
I practically zoomed out of that classroom when the bell rang for lunch.
Chapter 5
The New Kid Punches me because I am an Idiot
I met Halfborn, TJ, and Mallory at the lunch table.
“Hey Mags,” Mallory nodded at me.
“Have you seen Sam and her brother yet?” TJ asked me.
“No,” I replied, “I thought they’d be here.”
Halfborn shrugged, “Maybe she’s still showing-“
But he was cut off by Sam’s voice saying, “Hey.” Behind me. I turned around to face her, but when I saw the kid next to her, I forgot how the breathe.
The kid’s features struck me like lighting. A charismatic expression, wryly smile, green hair sprouting from dark roots, and two-toned colored eyes. The right eye was brown and the left one seemed to be a bronze-ish gold. There was a name for eyes like those, but I didn’t remember what it was. My mom always called them David Bowie eyes.
The kid wore a checkered sweater vest on top of a collared shirt, lime green jeans, rose-high tops, and a pink sweater wrapped around his waist.
“You can stop staring now,” The kid told me.
“I- I wasn't- you-” I blushed and looked away.
Sam whispered something to the kid, who went, “Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll introduce myself.”
The kid turned to the rest of us, “I’m Alex Fierro. Nice to meet you I guess.”
Alex pulled out the seat next to mine and plopped down, making himself at home.
“Is he-“ Mallory started
“She,” Alex corrected.
“What?” Mallory asked.
“Call me she unless and until I tell you otherwise.”
“Yeah but-“
“She and her,” Alex said firmly.
“Alex is genderfluid,” Sam told the group.
A stuffy, uncomfortable filled the area.
Awkwardness.
I hated awkwardness.
Maybe a joke would make things less tense.
“Genderfluid? So you uh, switch between genders? Do you assign a gender for each day of the week? Monday you’re a dude, Tuesday you’re a girl?” I attempted to crack a smile.
And apparently, my joke was so unfunny and idiotic that I earned a punch square in the face from Alex Fierro.
It wasn’t a horribly hard punch that would result in my nose breaking or bleeding.
It still hurt like hell. I’d probably have a bruise.
I didn’t blame Alex for hitting me. It was a lame joke. But why oh why did she have to have such a good punch?
“Agh,” I held my head in my hands.
“Magnus!” Sam exclaimed and then turned to Alex, “Why’d you do that?” She asked her.
“I- well he was being sort of stupid,” Alex pointed out.
“Maybe, but you shouldn’t have punched him.”
“The guy can take it, Sam.”
And she was right, I could take it. But that doesn’t mean I wanted it.
“Fine- it’s fine-“ winced, putting up my hand.
“I should still take you to the nurse,” Sam said.
She glanced around the cafe. Everyone was staring.
“Get back to your lunch, people!” Alex announced.
And they did. Because Alex Fierro was the kind of person you wanted to listen to.
Sam sighed. “Come on, Magnus, let’s go tell the nurse you ran into a wall.”
The nurse gave me an ice pack for my supposed run-in with the wall.
“Sorry, Magnus,” Sam apologized as we made our way down the hall.
“It’s not your fault,” I said.
“I know. It’s Alex. She’s just-“
“No it’s fine, I was being stupid.”
“I won’t deny or confirm that but Alex shouldn’t have punched you.”
I just shrugged.
“She hates this whole thing, you know?”
“Hates what?
“Being at a new school. Getting judged,” Sam replied, “She’s been judged by everyone her whole life. Classmates, adults. Even her own family was…toxic.” That hadn’t seemed to be what Sam wanted to say at first but she left it at that.
“Oh. So she’s wary of people. That’s why she punched me,” I guessed.
“Probably. But maybe she just didn’t like your comment. I didn’t really like it either. You need to work on your humor, Chase.” She shot me a smirk.
I smiled, “Yeah, I do.”
The bell for 4th period rang before we could even get back to the cafeteria. Luckily, Sam and I had brought our things with us in case of this. So we just headed to class.
I had hoped to avoid Alex Fierro for the rest of the day. Not because I hated her for punching me. Because I wanted to give her time to cool off so that I wouldn’t need to go to the nurse for a second time.
But luck is never in my favor, since Alex Fierro was who I saw in my art class, chatting with Mr Blitzen.
Mr Blitzen pointed at me and Nico’s desks, which couldn’t be a good sign, and turned back to Alex and continued speaking.
The horror only got worse.
Alex sat down in Nico’s empty seat. Where was Nico? I silently cursed him, as his absence would most likely result in another bruise.
I slowly made my way to his seat, not saying a word to Alex.
That was until she slapped two crisp dollar bills in front of me. One was a ten, the other a five.
“Uh, what’s this?” I asked.
“Payment, duh,” Alex smirked.
“For-for punching my face?” I pointed to my bruise.
“What else?”
“You don’t have to pay for my face,” I shook my head.
Alex snorted, “That sounds weird.”
“It does.”
“Anyways, if you don’t want my money then I guess…”
I sort of did want it. I’d probably be able to get a new comic book with that money. But Fierro didn't need to give me apology money.
“You can take it back,” I told him.
“Whew. That's a relief. I kinda need that money anyways,” Alex said. I wondered why but decided not to ask. Maybe it had something to do with the “situation” she had gotten herself into.
We stayed silent. Alex had gotten a paper to work on her own portrait. I couldn't quite tell who she was drawing. A boy, but he wasn't familiar. Of course not, since I wasn't connected to Alex in any way except for Sam. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized. I had seen Fierro before. I wasn't sure exactly when or where, but I was pretty sure I might've seen her on the street or in an aisle at a store in my old neighborhood.
“His name is Adrian,” A voice broke my train of thought.
“What?” I looked up at Alex.
“The guy in my portrait,” she clarified, “His name was Adrian.”
“Oh, cool,” was all I could say. Because I caught the “was” and wanted to talk about it. But I didn't want to make Alex uncomfortable, or worse, earn another punch.
She looked at my paper, “May I give you a suggestion? Outline the proportions before you start on the features.”
I looked at the portrait. The proportions were out of place. That's why my mom's eyes looked so weird.
“Thanks,” I told her.
“Least I could do since I kinda gave you a black eye,” Alex shrugged.
“Is it that bad?” I asked.
“Nah not really,” Alex answered, “The bruising is only under your eye,” she said.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
And we were silent while working on our projects for the rest of class.
I didn't know what to do with Alex Fierro. She was intimidating. Intense. But at the same time, she was intriguing. I wanted to know Alex Fierro. I wanted to figure out what she was all about.
But how could I dig deeper without hurting her? (which would result in hurting me)
After class, when the bell rang, I decided to do something.
I stopped Alex Fierro on the way out.
“Can I have your number?”
Alex raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
“Uh, because I wanna text you,” I replied.
“Why?”
“Because that’s what friends do?”
“We’re friends?” Alex raised her other eyebrow.
“I mean, do you want to be…?”
Alex shrugged. “I guess.”
She gave me her number.
Chapter 6
Sam lets me Have the Aux Cord
“Magnus!” Sam called to me.
I was walking in the student parking lot, heading to Annabeth’s car, when I spotted Sam and Alex standing by a blue Mazda.
I walked over to them.
“I didn’t know you could drive,” Sam said, “Are you sixteen?” She asked.
“No, I’m fifteen,” I answered.
My birthday was in January. It was currently March.
My mind went back to the time when I was thirteen. My mom promised me she’d get me a car for my birthday. She’d already started setting money aside when I started junior high.
“I want to get you a sports car,” She told me one day when we were on the road.
“Why?” I asked, “Aren’t those expensive.”
“Maybe,” mom sighed with a sad smile, “But you know, high school girls like riding in sports cars. With the top down, a cute guy next to her.”
“Ew,” I said.
My mom gave a soft laugh, “You might say that now, but that’s how I met your father.”
My mother’s eyes looked tired and sad. That’s how they always looked when she talked about my dad.
“Uhh, Magnus?” Sam waved in front of me.
“Oh, sorry,” I apologized and looked at her car, “Nice ride,” I told her.
“Thanks,” Sam smiled, “Alex and I were just about to head back home. You need a ride?”
I hesitated, but then said, “If it’s not too much trouble.”
I wondered if Annabeth would mind. Probably not. She was driving Percy home anyway and I really didn’t feel like being a third wheel.
“It’s not. And I’ll let you have the aux,” Sam smiled.
“But I thought-“ Alex started.
“Let the guy with the black eye pick the music,” Sam said firmly, “Besides I’m tired of listening to Odetari.”
Alex rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. But I call shotgun!” Alex slid into the passenger side seat.
Sam looked at me with exhaustion. Being Alex’s sister must be tiring.
I got into the back seat and Sam got in the drivers side.
After buckling up I pulled out my phone and texted Annabeth that I was riding with Sam.
Me: I’m riding with Sam. She’s gonna drop me off. Don’t be mad.
Annabeth: why would I be?
Me: idk tell Percy hi for me
Annabeth: k see you later
“Well, Maggie, ready to play us some sick tunes?” Alex asked, glancing back at me before opening the top mirror, pulling out a tube from her bag and touching up her eyeliner.
“Don’t call me Maggie,” I said, taking the cord as Sam handed it to me.
I plugged my phone in and opened Spotify.
I tapped on my main playlist that included my favorite bands. Arctic Monkeys, The Neighbourhood, Weezer, and The Killers.
The first song that came on shuffle was 505.
Alex put her eyeliner away and grinned, “I absolutely love this song,” she said.
“Is this…Arctic Monkeys?” Sam asked, “I have their AM record.”
As the song went on, I started singing quietly. Not too loud, or I’d probably ruin the song for Alex and Sam. But still, I sang. I loved singing this song. I felt a rush of satisfaction as I hit the notes perfectly.
My favorite lyric was about to come up and I sang my heart out when the singer sang: I crumble completely when you cry
When the song ended, I found Alex turned around in her seat, looking at me with a daring glint in her eye.
“I didn’t know you could do that,” She exclaimed.
“Yeah,” Sam looked at me in the rear view mirror, “Magnus that was…awesome!”
“T-thanks,” I told them. I didn’t know what to do with this compliment. I had a love for singing since I was little, but nobody had ever told me my voice was awesome.
“I wish I had my guitar with me. I learned to play that rift a while ago,” Alex told me.
“And I could totally learn that on drums,” Sam added.
We were all quiet for a second, deep in thought.
“Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?” Sam asked over Weezer’s Sweater Song.
Alex smirked, “We should start a band.”
“What?” I asked. I was thinking it too, but I didn’t know they were serious.
“We totally could,” Sam agreed.
“I’m in, obviously,” Alex said.
“So am I,” Sam looked at me, “You in Magnus?”
“I-“ I paused. Maybe this was good. Maybe a band would be the perfect way to get my mind off of things, “I’m in.” I made up my mind.
@imasimpdealwithit i think you wanted to read this lol
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