A/N: A little background information...

The farm is set in Texas, I know that's a cliche but I'm British so that's all I can offer. Annabeth has lived with Jen for 3 years (that will make more sense later on.) and Percy's real dad left while Percy was a young child, Paul Blofis is still the same guy as he was in the books, only he's rich due to reasons I'm sure your creative minds can piece together just for now ;).

Anyway, I hope you like the story and although I hate asking for reviews...well.

- M

Annabeth

"You nervous?" I asked Jen, leaning over the kitchen counter and stuffing a piece of toast into my mouth. Jen was running back and forth, trying to make everything spotless before her trip to the airport to pick up her grandson, (yippee!) Peterus...or something like that. I wondered how she made her way around the kitchen so swiftly, sweeping dust from every corner at an impressive pace. Jen wasn't old old, like the grandma's you see in movies that cross the streets with their walking sticks and tiny purses, no, she could easily look middle-aged at first glance.

Anyway, Peter-...Percy? I think it's Percy. He's going to be staying with us this summer, since his mom married a rich guy, apparently he went off the rails a bit; Partying, drinking, disrespect towards others, you name it! I sure was excited to meet this bundle of joy!

"I don't know, Annabeth. I haven't seen him since the wedding...I've heard he can be a little..." She paused. I swallowed a lump of toast before finishing her sentence. "Big headed."

"Annabeth!" Jen scolded, but I could tell she wasn't really angry. I smirked and wiped the crumbs off of my hands. "Just kidding, Jen. Alright, good luck and everything...I-uh, I gotta go feed the chickens, gimme a shout when you get back alright?"

"Alright, sweetie." Jen sighed, sliding her coat on and probably bracing herself.

I spent an hour or so in the barn, I loved it in there; It was a place to be alone...without actually being alone. Okay, I'm aware that they're just chickens, but their presence comforted me. When I was growing up, my mom never allowed pets, but now that I lived here, I could be with animals as much as I wanted.

I did miss my parents though, so much. I used to fall asleep on the sofa, wedged in between them both. My dad would hold my hand while my mom played with my hair, I wish I hadn't taken it for granted. I wish I could just be curled up on that sofa with them next to me, just one more time...

By the time I was ready to drift out of deep thought and enter the real world, my jeans had mud all over them and my hair was a frizzy mess in a ponytail - Great for first impressions! I sighed, mentally said goodbye to the chickens (assuming their advanced brains could read minds.) and walked out into the delicious summer breeze. I let the wind push my bangs out of my face and I felt content, theoretically speaking, this should be my least favorite time of the year. But it couldn't ever be, I'd always love summer.

As if an cue, Jen's car pulled up outside the big, old house. I didn't feel nervous, just disappointed, I guess. Disappointed that my summer would be interrupted by a stranger...an evidently douche-y stranger. But I decided to be fair. Maybe his parents were just strict and over-reacting, maybe he only acted out in front of his friends, surely he wouldn't be an ass in front of his grandparents...right? Wrong.

I walked in through the back door, awaiting Jen and the person I'd be spending 8 weeks with.

The minute that door swung open, I knew we were in for a hell of a holiday.

"Percy, where would you like these bags?" Jen's voice sounded venomous as she lugged Percy's bags through the front door. I felt sort of sick, just looking at him. He was gorgeous, obviously. But that's what made me feel even angrier about him being stood in our hallway, not even looking up from his phone.

One glance and I could see straight through him; He made the girls swoon, but he didn't really care about any of them, he'd just sleep with them and dump them. He probably hated his step dad and wanted to rebel. He was the popular boy, a jerk to anyone who wasn't popular, and lastly, his attitude towards life sucked. He had everything a boy his age could wish for, yet he'd still find something to complain about. Like being stuck here all summer, for example.

"Wherever." He mumbled, tapping away on that damned phone.

Jen sighed, glanced at me as if to say: You were right about the Big-headed thing and began dragging the bags up the stairs.

Percy remained silent, I didn't think he knew I was there, so I decided to leave him be, pulling out a bottle of water from the fridge. "Aren't you gonna say hi?" A figure entered the room, I turned to see (obviously) Percy, leaning on the door frame, phone still in hand and a flirtatious smile that he'd soon realize wouldn't work on me.

"Hi." I said simply, taking a sip of water and averting eye contact.

He sort of snorted like he was surprised by this. Like he thought every girl he ever spoke to would fall to his feet and beg for mercy. I, however, was not affected by his distracting green eyes or tight jeans. Nope. I wasn't even attracted to Percy, especially not his deep, raspy voice and consistent lip biting.

"What's your name?" He continued, I wanted to roll my eyes so bad, but I controlled myself. "Annabeth. I assume you prefer Percy to Perseus?" I replied, actually making an effort to be sweet.

Percy ignored me, distracted by his phone once again. I actually did roll my eyes this time, feeling deeply irritated and decided to let him adjust to the place alone.

I shoved past him and made for the stairs, feeling more and more angry as I thought about it further. Ignoring me? In my own house? I grumbled and stomped up each step, loud enough for him to hear.

Before I even reached the bedroom, I heard him grumble to himself. "This summer is gonna suck."

I wanted to shout back "YES, IT IS. BECAUSE YOU'RE HERE TO RUIN IT!" But I controlled myself, once again.

I figured I'd have to control myself a lot this summer.

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