** Percy Jackson. Ugh. That name just made you want to scream. Captain of your schools hockey team, but, also your brother’s- (who was also on the hockey team) -best friend. The biggest problem? He’s an asshole, rude, short tempered, and loud. Ok… well not always. That’s mostly how he acted on the rink, but when you saw him over at your house, he was more calm and collected, chill and smiling a lot, it was maddening how he seemed like two different people. But the worst part? He was soft with those he cared about, and he made it entirely clear that didn’t include you. Either he ignored you completely, purposefully bumped into you in the halls, or just straight glared at you. The guy was a complete asshole.

Whatever. Today was one of your schools hockey games, and your family usually went, you loved supporting your brother anyways, well your family couldn’t make it this time so it was just you, sat next to some random guy your age and what seemed like his friend group, you’re wearing your brothers jersey. Before the game you were up to the glass wishing your brother goodluck, and you noticed Percy glaring, but not at your face. At the jersey you were wearing, he just scoffed and skated off. weird. Well now you’re sitting a few rows back, close enough that you can see everything, but not front row in case someone gets thrown into the glass, again.

It was a normal game so far, your brother’s team was winning obviously, you’d never admit it, but Percy was skilled on the ice, he was smart, fast, and coordinated. It’s no wonder he’s the captain, you weren’t paying attention during break until the guy next to you nudges you, you glanced up snapping back to reality and looked up. oh. You’re on the kiss cam. With him. A guy you don’t even know, and he’s friends are ooing and awing. He starts to lean closer to you, there’s not really room for you to move away, but before this guy kisses you there’s a loud slam to the glass that shoots everyone’s attention to the rink. You look over and see Percy, helmet off, hair sticking to his face, flushed red from anger and adrenaline from the game, his helmet on the ground and a crack in the glass… did he… throw his helmet at the glass..? That stuff doesn’t ever break— suddenly he’s skating up to the glass, glaring at the guy next to you before he yells, it’s not loud enough over the entire stadium talking and mingling, but loud enough that you can hear— “BACK. OFF.” He slams his fist into the glass, grabbing his helmet and sitting back to his team, your brother looks mortified, the rest of the team either clueless or laughing their asses off, and the coach is just scolding Percy for causing damage to the rink, the guy next to you however? Scared shitless and actively leaning away from you now.

Your school one the game, obviously. And afterwards you wanted to go find your brother to congratulate him, you stood outside the locker room to wait for him, but Percy comes out first, towering over you, glaring down at you, then to your jersey, as if it personally offended him, you wanted to ask why he blew up earlier over the kiss cam, but he spoke before you could.

“Did he kisses you?” jeez. he’s blunt.