Magnus (because I feel like it.)
          Magnus, in no other words, was lost.
          Of course he had expected that he would get lost in the winding hallways, clads of crowds, chattering birds and a lot of other stuff.
          But what he didn't expect was his girlfriend chatting with a certain blond cousin of Magnus's named Annabeth Chase.
         So he ran. For his life. Literally and figuratively.
        Welp, Annabeth probably knew it, because he was now trapped in a circle of people. 
        The 10 people circling him looked at him sympathetically. Well, except for one emo guy, who pointed out helpfully that "You're dead. Why are you dead?"
        Then a blond dude slapped his arm.
        Magnus is now very confused.
        Without warning, someone punched his jaw with a sickening crack. But Magnus, being the son of Frey, healed instantly.
        Annabeth flexed her fingers and started yelling at him.
        "DO YOU KNOW HOW WORRIED I WAS??????" She shrieked. "YOU COULD'VE DIED FROM STOPPING LOKI!!"
        Magnus took a step back. "Technically, I'm already dead."
        Then Jack chose to show up in that time.
         "Senõr! Oh hey, Annabeth! Wassup! We're in a school? Cool!" Jack's pendant hovered. Magnus released the clasp and Jack flew off to inspect the others.
        "Oooooo, nice hot spatha you got there, girl," Jack flew in front of a girls face, nudging her sheath occasionally.
        The girl frowned. "This pendant could talk?"
        Annabeth and Percy grimaced. "I'll explain later."
       Jack flew in front of Percy. "Aye, sea boy. Where's Riptide?"
       A Chinese-baby man's eye twitched. "He knows Riptide?"
Percy flinched. "Riptide is sort of like his...date mate."
Magnus ran away from the circle when they're all confused about Jack.
Or, sumabrander.
Magnus slipped into his physics class without a scratch.
But he's still freaked out about lunch, because then Annabeth could beat him up, and he could never refuse the plea of Alex. So he's going to face Annabeth's wrath at lunch.
What a great year.

Jason

Jason was definitely not having a good time in school. 

Mortal girls kept coming up to him and flirting unashamedly, when he was holding hands with Piper. 

Jason, being the perfect boy and loyal kid, waved them off by saying that they'll never be his girlfriend, because they will never be as good as Piper.

And the mortals aren't happy about it. 

 
Jason sometimes would wonder why Piper would suddenly have a bruise, or red eyes.
So oblivious. 

Jason was walking to class, when he heard shouting and yelling. 

"He's going to be mine, and dump you like you're a cockroach! You're useless!" Someone yelled. Then a grunt. 

"Get. It?" Another grunt. 

 
Jason immediately ran to the source of the sound. 

To his horror, he saw his beloved girlfriend lying there, helpless and curled in a ball and a dozen girls circling her, calling her names and kicking her. 

His blood boiled in anger. 

"FUCK OFF! WHAT ARE YOU BITCHES DOING TO HER?????" Jason roared. 

The girls scuttled away from piper and fidgeted nervously. A girl adjusted her shirt so one sleeve was hanging off her shoulder and she batted her eyelashes flirtatiously. 

"Jason, you can do so much more better than dating this piece of shit," she cooed, drawing her finger over Jason's biceps. Jason was now positively fuming. 

"Right. After I saw you beating up the love of my life, I'd forgive you and like you, eH?" Jason growled. The girl flicked her hair over her shoulder. 

"Of course. Forget her. You can be with me, Isabelle Freysha, Queen of this school!" She drawled.   

       Jason had enough of her. 
       He was tempted to call on lightning and strike her, but that's going to be too mean.
       He opened his clenched fists and smacked her in the face. 

       Isabelle stumbled from the impact, bawling her eyes out and her face beginning to swell.
       The other girls fled from shame and fear. 

       Jason glared at Isabelle. "This," he snarled. "Is the price of you messing with my girlfriend."
      Then he left her sobbing her eyes out and carried Piper out bridal style.

AAAAAYYYYYYEEEEEEE
This chapter proves that I can't write stuff over a 1000 words.
What did you expect from a 11 year old, though?
*hides in shame*
PEACE OUT, MY FELLOW DEMIGODS
*inserts cute solangelo picture*