Peter's POV: 

I must admit, the whole team was on their best behavior for Percy. Joy was down right tame compared to her normal, insane, self. I thought she and Josiah might get into a fight at one point, but they both managed to hold it together. The thing is, Joy tends to speak in old English or like Yoda or try's to use the largest possible word.  But I guess that really annoyed Josiah because he just went off at her asking her why she acted like she was so much better than everyone else, and a bunch of other stuff I don't even remember. But he must have hit a nerve because Joy gave a scathing remark and fled and I would've sworn I saw tears in her eyes. Except, Joy never flees and she never, ever cries. If DJ had murdered Josiah after she left I wouldn't have been even a little surprised, and DJ is mostly peaceful. It was a Friday when Joy left, she didn't contact any of us over the weekend, even DJ, who she got along best with. I really thought she might not come back, but Monday lunch she was back, pretending like nothing had happened. But it had. The dynamic of the team was different after that. Before, Joy had been this untouchable, aloof thing. Now she was human. 

Percy seemed to have trouble processing the group. In his defense we're a weird lot. The team of social outcasts. Lunch and the period after it are my favorite time of day. Because Science. And Robots. If I had to say one thing for Midtown High I would say what a great science teachers they have. Mr. Prendergast is an incredible teacher. He's also the Robotics coach. The work he gave me was actually challenging, which was a nice change.

 Today, however, class rushes by and art has snuck up on me. Just for the record I am awful at art. Stick figures are a stretch for me. However, my musical talent is even less (I can't keep a beat to save my life) and my life has had enough drama without me joining drama. Not graduating due to a missing fine arts credit isn't on my agenda though, so I'm stuck in daily torture. Art, sorry. 

"Good afternoon class." Ms. Wellin smiled at the class. The door slid open and Percy sauntered in, despite being late. And if there's one thing Ms. Wellin hates more than a student with no talent its a late student.

"Sorry I'm late." Percy tries to be diplomatic, "I got lost." He gives her what I think is supposed to be a charming smile. Unfortunately it looks more like he is about to go terrorize the streets of Manhattan on a Skateboard.  

"You're new?"

"Yeah." 

Ms. Wellin's lips fold into a straight white line and nearly disappear into her over made up face, "You are excused this once. In future please understand that my students are expected to arrive to class on time. You may take seat." She gestures towards me. I suppose all the "bad kids" can sit together. 

The teacher yammers on for way to long about watercolors (seriously, we did this in kindergarten.). When she releases us to practice the technique (basically her yelling at me for being a terrible artist) Percy looks at me with glazed over eyes.

"I'll go get the paint, you can grab the paper." I point to a large stack of paper and we head to gather materials. To my immense relief Percy is not a natural artist. In fact his painting might be worse than mine, I can't even tell what it is. Certainly not the earth, what we were supposed to be painting. At the top its all white, then it goes blue and green. The bottom is brown, then gray, black and red. His earth isn't even round. Needless to say Ms. Wellin isn't please.

"What is this?" She screeches.

"It the earth, isn't that what we're supposed to be painting?" Percy wonders.

"What is all this black and red?" 

"The underworld."

"Excuse me?"

Percy looks sheepish and rather worried, "I thought art was about expressing yourself or something. I did a mythological earth."

Ms. Wellis looks as though she is struggling to keep her patience. "In future follow all directions exactly as they are stated." 

Percy gives me helpless shrug, "I can't draw circles."

"Why a mythological earth?" I query.

"It was the best excuse I could think up on such a short notice."

"So what is it?"

"Dunno, colors?"

"Your crazy."

"I chose to take that as a compliment."

"You do that."

"Thanks. Oh, I was talking to DJ last class and apparently they would like to celebrate a new team member by going to pizza after robotics."

"You're going to join?"

"Do I have a choice?" He smirks, because no, I guess he doesn't really have a choice. If the team takes to you then you're kind of stuck with them. We're quiet for the remainder of class.

A/N

Quick shout out to @NoraCampbell  's story Buzzkill. Its is so good! Its a Bucky Barnes and OC character. I'm a really picky reader but her story is AMAZING!!! So read it! On another note, can people stop hating Peter, its getting a bit annoying. Thanks!