Percy chuckled lightly as he repeated the word, tilting her head comfortably as she detected his teasing tone. The oddity of seeing him in school, not wearing the tuxedo wore off easily and it felt like he hadn’t just started talking to her. “Well, I never said finding me was easy,” she smiled ever so slightly, crossing her legs, “I don’t hide. There’s a reason why this is my spot.” In fact, the tension that usually held her guard up when she was in school instinctively dissipated without her knowledge. She knew she could trust him. “Though, three days is pretty long. I was starting to think you gave up.”
The brunette shrugged, “I do, but no one will care too much.” Which was true, because she was topping her Biology class anyways and Mr Terrence didn’t care if she attended class as long as she came for tests. The only reason she was still in school was because Will always finished late in the afternoon. She allowed herself to smile a little wider at his expression, but didn’t say anything about it. “There aren’t anymore chairs around here,” she pointed towards two wooden crates tucked below the lower bleachers, identical to the one that was beside her which she put her bag on, “But those are the best I can offer.”
“Hey,” he said, laughing again. It seemed like that was all he could manage to do around Percy, laugh. “The words ‘give up’ and ‘Alexander Cardiner’ should never be in the same sentence,” he continued, trying to look offended. If only she knew he had been trying to find her, in between his already ridiculously packed schedule. He had even been in the art wing— and he could swear that he had only been there once prior, and that was during orientation. But,of course, showing that he had put in so much effort could be easily mistaken as something more than mere interest, and it wouldn’t be cool to do so. So, he shrugged it off, hoping she didn’t realize exactly how hard he had tried.
Plus, he was slightly happy she had been counting the days they had last talked.
“That’s good enough for me,” he said, settling down. In his mind, the whole image looked strange. Instead of walking around he hallways, here he was, sitting on a crate underneath the bleachers. In his life, something like this would have seemed like a joke. But with Percy, it didn’t seem so far-fetched anymore. He paused, realizing he didn’t know what to do, nor what to say. What if they were only compatible when placed in formal situations? Take away that glitz and glamour and they were people on different ends of almost ever spectrum. Still, he had to try. “What have you been up to lately?”
