“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?”
Percy let out a light chuckles at his faux offended expression, nodding in understanding. "Well, I'll take not of that," she said with a soft breath, "Though I still commend you for eventually finding me. This spot is pretty much invisible to most people." Even the school's football team weren't aware of her presence. It was just as she liked it. In all honestly, she actually was happy he found her. The girl had actually considered directly going up to him during school if she found the chance, but alas the chance never arrived because he was never alone. The fact she kept counting the days was such a subconscious thing for her that she barely took notice of it, but she couldn't help it.
"The usual, classes, hiding here, and mother telling me off for every mannerism that doesn't suit her liking," the girl pushed her hair back, looking at him directly, "Yourself, Alexander?" Seeing him seated in front of her, on a crate no less, felt so out of place for her. She was so used to seeing him in school and the feeling of him sharing her spot was different. But it was ultimately a feeling she liked. "This place is pretty special to me," Percy asserted softly, "And I trust you enough to keep this place exclusive." Being under the bleachers was anything but glamorous, but the only person who shared it with her was William (and now, Alexander). It was a place where she found peace, it was like her own little bubble away from the stress of her usual life.
