Chapter 1-Percy.
I woke up to the smell of blue pancakes, my mom's specialty, and popped out of bed. Knowing they would be done soon I hurried to get ready. I ran down the hall and quickly took a shower, then towel drying my soaking black hair and brushing my teeth at the same time, knowing I wouldn't have time to do so after I ate. Then scurrying back to my room I slipped on some dark jeans, and a coral, blue and white striped t-shirt. Then I tied up my all ratty black Converse and headed down the hallway.
My mom had just some pancakes onto a plate while my step-father Paul drank some coffee. Let me explain the whole stepdad thing. You see my dad's name was Poseidon, Donny for short, and he and my mom never married. But they had me and then shortly after he died in a car crash.
I'm glad my mom's happy and in love with Paul, because I don't know what I'd do without her. I sat down at the table and expectantly waited for my pancakes.
"Someone's hungry." My mom said laughing as she set a set of steaming pancakes in front of me.
"Always." I replied, dousing my plate with syrup and chowing down.
"Ooh! I want some!" said Paul sitting down next to me and rubbing his hands together. He made a big show of tying a napkin around his neck and grabbing a fork and knife like a cartoon character ready for a feast.
"Only if you say please." My mother scolded him gently and jokingly as she waved a plate of hot deliciousness above his head tauntingly.
Paul groaned and pouted like a small child and I had to stuff my hand in my fist to control my laughter. "Pwease my I have some pancakes?" he asked, sticking his lip out and looking utterly ridiculous.
I burst out laughing at this and so did my mom. She laughed so hard she nearly dropped the plate. Paul and I screamed in horror but luckily she caught herself and set it down in front of Paul.
"Eat up my two little boys." She cooed laughing more.
"Mom…" I groaned as I got up to take my plate to the sink.
"Just teasing Perce." She said as she began washing the dishes. I would've helped but I had to get to school. Paul was my English teacher, and I would've gotten a ride from him, but his car was in the shop so he had to take the bus for awhile. Which was completely embarrassing on my part so I had to take the second most embarrassing thing.
My car. Before my dad died he had left his old Camry in to me in his will. It was black and clunky and had a habit of breaking down in the middle of nowhere. But it was better than nothing.
So I kissed my mom goodbye, grabbed my bag and raced down the stairs to the lobby. Why did mom and dad have to move into the top floor apartment? Once outside I struggled to open the door to my car, throwing my bag in the passenger seat and walking around the front. Getting in the drivers side I turned the key and started the ignition. After a few tries it worked and I buckled my seat belt. I turn the radio to one of the Pop FM stations and listened to the song that came on. Trumpets By Jason Derulo, I jammed out to the song a little as I drove to school and danced awkwardly, like usual.
Hoping no one from school saw it as I parked, I turned off the car and got out. Grabbing my keys and bag I locked it and headed in. People were milling around the halls as I walked through, twirling the lanyard around my pointer finger.
"Percy!" I heard a voice and turned around to see Tara, my on again off again girlfriend, smiling happily at me.
"What Tara?" I asked as I reached my locker, I gave her a stony look and twisted in my combination. Slipping all my things into my locker and slamming it shut I looked at her. She wore a dark skirt, white blouse, wedges, and had her purse slung over her elbow.
"Oh Perce- I'm sorry for what I said yesterday. I didn't mean it! I swear! I was upset because my hamster Mr. Pennyworth died!" she said all sugar-sweet. She twirled a bit of her light caramel-colored hair around her finger and looked up at me, blue eyes shining, somewhat innocently.
I knew I was going to regret this but… I couldn't resist the hair/finger twirl. "Its fine Tara, we all make mistakes." Shit! What am I saying?
She smiled and pecked me on the lips. "Oh Percy I knew you'd understand! I can't wa—" I don't know what she was going to say next because she was accidentally rammed into by another girl. Who's books fell out of her hands and her small thin body fell to the floor.
"Hey! Watch where your going nerd!" Tara cried, smoothing out her top and glaring at the girl who was saying apologies under her breath. She bent to pick her books, all covered in brown paper bags and had creatively drawn titles. I noticed she was in all AP classes and when she straightened I got a good look at her.
She had long honey colored blonde curls that she had thrown up into a ponytail. Little baby fuzzes of hair escaped from the ponytail and lay on her forehead. She wore thin silver rimmed glasses to cover eyes like I'd never seen before. They were stormy grey, calculating, analyzing your every move. They were framed by long black lashes that dragged on her lenses whenever she blinked. She had no makeup on, not that she needed it even in her nerdy state, there was no denying she was pretty. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans, a light blue t-shirt and a white sweater. Her feet were covered in black Converse, much like mine, and she had little silver owl studs in her ears.
"I'm sorry." She muttered again, face flushing a dark red.
"You should be." Started Tara. "You could've—"
Not wanting the girl to get chewed out I cut her off. "It's ok. Tara's fine. Right Tara?" I asked giving her a little warning look, then, she quieted.
The girl scurried off, looking back behind at us to make sure we weren't flipping her off.
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Annabeth
That, was embarrassing. Of course I just had to bump into Miss I'm So Perfect Cheerleader Tara Andrews and Percy Jackson. Luckily he cut her off before she could give me a piece of her mind. Or her whole mind, I'm not quite sure how big her brain is but I'm sure it's quite small, one piece would probably be the whole thing.
I hurried off to my Calculus class, face burning as I scurried off down the hall. Once arriving at Mr. Holston's classroom I sat in my seat next to my best friend Reyna, who looked at me behind her old, fifties style cat-eye glasses.
"What happened?" she asked staring at my flushed state, she shut her book and set it on her desk.
I shook my head, "Tell you at lunch." I whispered, taking out my assignment and pen.
Hoping the class would go by slowly was too much to hope for. Why is it whenever you dread something it goes quickly? Calculus was over before I knew it, I didn't have the other periods before lunch with Reyna, so we had to split up for a while. But once the other four hours were over I walked to my locker, opened it, put away my books and grabbed my lunch. I walked to the lunchroom and found Reyna, who was indulging her eyes into her book. I sat next to her and she closed it.
"Spill." She commanded as she sorted through her own lunch. I took out my sandwich and began eating as I told her the story.
Her eyes widened and she flipped her head to where Percy and Tara were eating lunch with their friends, Jason, Piper, Calypso, and Leo. They were all laughing at something Percy had said and Tara kissed him on the cheek, then she smirked around the lunch room, daring any other girl to challenge her authority.
"Brutal." Said Reyna once I had finished the story. She pushed her glasses up to the bridge of her nose, and out of habit I did too.
"What's brutal?" asked our other friend Hazel, as she and her boyfriend Frank sat down. I recounted the story to them and they cringed.
"Uh, that Tara is such a female dog. Percy seems like a cool guy, I don't get why he puts up with her." Frank scowled, shaking his head, Hazel nodded and shrugged in agreement, cinnamon hair going crazy.
"Maybe because she's good in bed?" I suggested sourly, looking over at the table in disgust.
"Percy Jackson doesn't seem like that type of guy." Said Reyna, fingering her long dark braid thoughtfully. "I wouldn't be surprised if he's still a virgin."
"And how exactly do you know so much about Percy Jackson?" I asked irately.
Reyna threw her hands up in her defense. "You know how I am." She replied, taking a drink of her juice.
I guess I did, Reyna was always studying people, getting to know them without really knowing them. She was perceptive in that way.
"Whatever." I got up throw away my wrappers from my food, and when I turned around a glob of mashed potatoes collided with my sweatshirt.
"Guess we're even now huh blondie?" it was Tara.
AN: I hope you guys liked this chapter! It took a lot of effort and time but I enjoyed writing it and had fun with it? Please review!
