based on this post by @blackjacktheboss because I thought it was hilarious
There’s something about Jason that irks Percy. He just has that effect on people, and the neat blonde hair and glasses sliding down his nose doesn’t do anything to ease Percy’s desire to drop kick him.
It’s the little things. The way he sits, tall and proud, at the head of the table as though they lived in a geocentric universe, and the world was Jason. He actually had the audacity to ask Annabeth to move from her spot, and Percy had never been more proud of her than that moment she shot him the look that said, touch my chair and I’ll break your neck.
Percy’s blinks slowly, turning his head towards his girlfriend. Annabeth is looking at him, and he can sense the giggles she was holding back. Earlier in the day, he had made a rather loud confession about Jason being a prick, and she’d been teasing him about it all day. He’s sure she hadn’t missed that he was staring at Jason a second ago, face morphed into disgust.
Jason frowns at Percy. “Have you missed the entire conversation?”
“I guess so,” Percy says nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder. “Something about the wavelength of your voice just puts me to sleep, so.”
Percy notes, preening, that Jason looks deeply insulted. It was too easy to bother that boy.
“Anyways,” Jason continues like the daddy’s boy that he thinks he is, “I was thinking—”
“Of course you were,” Percy mumbles. Annabeth muffles a choke into his shoulder.
“Is something wrong?” Jason asks. It takes everything in Percy not to scoff in Jason’s face because he just could not take him seriously. He doesn’t know where Jason got that whole superiority complex, but someone needed to knock it off of him real fast, and Percy would be honored to be the one to do it.
“Nothing,” Annabeth answers for him when Percy drops his face into his arms dramatically, his back heaving in silent laughter.
“I feel like he’s laughing at me,” Jason points out rather obviously, his eyes trained to Percy.
“Oh, I’m sure he’s not laughing at you,” Hazel tries hesitantly. She just looks more confused than anything.
“No,” Percy disagrees, lifting his head. “I’m laughing at you. I mean — god, you’re worse than Hera.”
Jason’s response is not so eloquent. “Huh?”
“Why do you pretend that you’re the best thing to walk this planet?” Percy asks, still chuckling under his breath. “You act like Hera, pretending you’re so amazing when really no one likes you.”
“People like me,” Jason says, but he words it like a question. He looks to Piper for assistance, but she just shrugs.
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