He was a Skater Boy - She was a Skater Girl Chapter 1, a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

He was a Skater Boy...She was a Skater Girl

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot. Rick the man got the character creds.

A/N: HELLO! In honor of the Olympics, I felt the need to reach out to countries other than my own. I LOVE the olympics, guys! Anyways...here's a new short story that, to me, is one of the cutest idea's I've had. Of course, bad boy Percy is common, but when he's nice only to Grover and Annabeth? Aw adorable. I actually wrote this at New Years and am almost done with it (it's about 4 parts) soooo imagine it being New Years again! :)

Percy Jackson was the local asshole. Everyone was in agreement with or without words. Some, like Clarisse, Piper, Thalia, or Reyna, spoke loud and proud about how much they loathed Percy Jackson. Others, like Luke, Leo, or Jason, bit their tongues and let their death stares speak for them. There were a few select people who seemed to...tolerate him like Nico, Silena, Beckendorf, and Will. In Will's defense, he couldn't hate somebody if his life depended on it.

And then he had two people who, despite all of the shit he put them through, he just couldn't shake off. Grover was understandable. When they were young, Percy beat up each and every one of the kids who made fun of Grover. He hated bullies. But Annabeth Chase made no sense to Percy. He supposed it had to do with their shared love of skateboarding. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that, despite being a highly acclaimed intelligent girl, she did not act like one in the least.

She was a total tomboy. She wore a beanie every day and let her blonde curls escape it at the bottom - the only obvious sign she was a girl - wore no make up, wore joggers and a flannel most days, and had no jewelry. His favorite part were her Jordan shoes. She watched sports, skated, burped and slurped, and didn't care how vulgar Percy talked about girls. Sure, she'd make a face here and there, but she was always eager to hear the next story. That's what she called his female adventures - stories, probably because most were with a new girl.

But Percy wasn't a well liked guy for his 'stories.' He used girls. He'd admit it, and they'd admit it. He'd come at them with smooth pick up lines that worked every time, wiggle his way into their pants, and drop them within a week.

"It's not my fault. They get boring after a few fucks," Percy rolled his eyes as he picked fries out of his jacket. Annabeth snorted into her hamburger beside him.

"You could have done it a nicer way," she suggested, large grey eyes sparkling with amusement.

Percy shrugged. "She can piss off. She knew what she was getting into."

Annabeth, clearly about to object, was stopped by Grover, who had finally torn his eyes away from Percy's most recent ex, who had come by to throw food on him. "He's right. What actual relationship begins by sex minutes after talking for the first time?"

Percy grew a grin and elbowed Annabeth's side. "She wouldn't know, would you, Wise Girl?"

Annabeth laughed, throwing her head back and disrupting the green beanie on her head.. "Just like you wouldn't know how to 360 Pop Shove It. Too busy wasting time making out," she stuck out her tongue teasingly.

Percy winked. "I'm not the one preparing for a competition. Either way, you just don't know what you're missing." Annabeth and Grover both laughed at the pleased expression on his face. "Besides. It's not just making out."

Annabeth snorted again. "Oh, I know. Piper and Reyna update me every time you break another heart and steal another v-card. It's getting harder and harder to explain why I'm friends with you."

Percy waved a hand and grabbed the skateboard sitting under the table. "Aw. You're smart - you'll think of something." With that, he ruffled her beanie and skated out of the school cafeteria. Two teachers chased after him threatening detentions, but Percy didn't care. He continued on his way home. It was the last day before break and he intended on surprising his mom. Everyone else could piss off, as he commonly said.

. . .

Parties were always Percy's thing. Sometimes he'd even convince Grover to be dragged alongside him. But he'd never once convinced Annabeth to go.

"You're just scared," Percy laughed as they skated towards the park. Annabeth glared at him. "You are, aren't you? Aw, poor Annabeth doesn't want to be teased at the big girl party!"

"I'm warning you, Jackson..."

Percy couldn't help it. Her cheeks were so incredibly red. "Too scared to go to your best friend's own New Years party, too, hu-?"

Two hands met his chest and he fell off his skateboard, skidding on the cold cement and thoroughly ripping his clothes. He groaned as fire spread along his back.

"You bitch," he spat, rolling onto his stomach. Annabeth walked over holding his skateboard and hers in either hand. She wore a smug, satisfied grin.

"Just so you know," Annabeth crouched down beside him, toying with his unbrushed hair. "Piper isn't my best friend."

Percy snorted, slowly pushing himself to his feet. "True. She's hot, though. I wouldn't mind if you had her over more."

"She's dating Jason."

Percy winked, grabbing back his board. "So?"

Annabeth laughed and shoved his shoulder. "Get up, perv."

Percy and Annabeth spent all day at the skate park. They tended to have that routine. On normal nights, Percy would go mess around with a girl while Annabeth studied. He'd swing by her place on the way back and chill until his dad figured out he'd snuck in the window. After being kicked out, he'd climb down the fire escape and into his room. His mom would get home about an hour later. It was a weekend routine Percy knew well.

But this wasn't any normal weekend. It was New Year's Eve. And that meant a party was in store.

Percy and Grover picked up Grover's girlfriend, Juniper, first before heading in the direction of Piper's place. "Shouldn't we ask your girlfriend to come with us?" Juniper asked as she leaned forward. Percy slammed on the breaks, forcing a jerk from both Juniper and Grover.

"My what? I don't have a girlfriend."

Grover hurriedly spoke to Juniper. "Annabeth and Percy are best friends - not dating."

Best friends. Percy mused over that. Were they? He supposed they were. He never considered having a best friend before, but he and Annabeth did spend every evening together. Grover would accompany them often, but there was never a week Percy would go without seeing Annabeth five out of seven evenings.

"Percy, duck! There's Drew," Grover hissed, shoving Percy's head down just in time for Drew to turn her cold eyes in their car.

She looked at them with a sneer, as if to say, "What are you two doing!?" But then she stormed off in the direction of Piper's house.

Percy bounced up with a grin. "Avoiding an ex - always a holiday tradition. Now. Let's party."

The party itself was in Piper's 'room.' Her room, however, was the entire top floor of the building her dad owned. It had its own elevator to it. And her floor, as Percy preferred to call it, was decked out in a dull yet pronounced holiday theme. Percy grabbed a beer and found Piper.

"What's up, rich girl? Like the house." Percy snorted. Piper's eyes burst into flames.

"I told her not to bring you!" Piper growled, hands clenched by her sides.

"Told who not to bring me?" Percy asked. "Sweetheart, I bring myself."

At that moment, Jason Grace wrapped an arm around her waist and sent Percy the coldest glare he could managed, which was only a pathetic little frown. "Percy."

"Sup, Grace."

"Why are you here? This isn't exactly a rager tonight," Jason asked as innocently as possible. Percy was impressed with how cold he was able to sound. It must have taken a lot of work.

"Aw, but all my friends are here," Percy said as innocently as he could. Neither Jason or Piper were moved. "Free booze. Thanks, Pipes."

Percy turned around with two beers in his hand and a smile on his lips. "D-don't call her that!"

He waved behind his back and continued into her form of a living room. They were right; it wasn't a rager, but there were still plenty of people mingling and drinking. Unfortunately for him, he knew everyone already. He'd have a much tougher time flirting with girls and not getting slapped, but then again, that was where the real fun was.

After two hours of being struck out and at by every girl and their friends, Percy wanted to leave. He wasn't drunk enough for this. Nobody was dancing, no girls had even part of their clothes off, and the music was lame. He only stayed because it was half an hour to midnight.

He pulled out his phone and called his Wise Girl. She didn't answer. Frowning, he texted her.

Did your family card game get too intense to answer my call again?

Again, he got no response. Now worried, Percy stepped out onto the terrace to get better service as he called her again. Instead of getting an answer, he heard her phone ringing...directly beside him.

It was sitting on the terrace behind a knockout blonde in a short, bright red dress. His eyes traveled up her body slowly because Percy knew he hadn't seen her around before. "Little cold in that tiny outfit, sweetheart?"

The girl turned around with a gasp that was just too familiar. Staring back at him was Annabeth Chase...but it wasn't Annabeth Chase. Not the one he knew. It was Annabeth with soft curls instead of her natural messy ones. It was Annabeth with blackness around her eyes, making the grey stand out in the night enough to tug at his heart. It was Annabeth with a hot body he'd never seen before. It was Annabeth with glossy lips and and a pissed off...sexy look.

"Ah! A-Annabeth, what are you doing?"

Annabeth looked angrily at the two girls he hadn't even noticed standing beside her. "I told you," she hissed with annoyance.

Piper and Silena both stared relentlessly at Percy, as if he'd done something wrong. "She's finally come to one of my parties, duh!" Piper exclaimed.

"And she let me give her a make over. She looks beautiful, doesn't she?" Silena spoke slowly, like she was talking to a toddler. When Percy didn't answer fast enough, she stomped on his foot.

"Beautiful isn't the word I'd use," Percy mumbled, still in utter disbelief at what he was seeing.

"I look stupid, don't I?" Annabeth said in a small voice. Gods, even her voice sounded more feminine. For some reason, Percy felt angry. Annabeth had never asked such a, well, pathetic-sounding question before, and he knew it was because Silena and Piper forced her out of her usual skin. That was just cruel, especially for her first party.

"No!" He insisted, stepping closer. Piper and Silena shared a satisfied look.

"We've got to run - countdown and kissing and all."

They disappeared, not that he truly noticed. He definitely didn't care.

Annabeth still wouldn't look him in the eye. "Stop lying. I look like an idiot."

"I'm not lying."

"Why do you sound so mad then?" She countered, leaning against the terrace with her back to him. Percy came around slowly, running a hand through his hair.

"I'm just fucking stupid and I'm finally realizing it," he huffed indignantly.

"Even though I've told you that plenty of times before," she mattered as Percy walked around to face her. He noticed she had a speck of glitter on her cheeks. This was so not her. "Well why are you stupid now?"

She had her arms crossed over his chest, as if to hide the fact that she had boobs. All it did was push them up, making it so hard not to stare at them. "I mean - I've had a hot knockout as my best friend for years and haven't even realized it."

Finally, he'd shocked her enough to turn her eyes to his again. She looked deadly. "I am not a hot knockout."

Percy was the blushing one now. "You're hot enough for me to hit on you just now..."

And neither of them could deny that fact. Red kissed her cheeks and even dotted her neck. She shook her head and looked down at the terrace, and godsdammit it gave him a perfect view of her ass. How has she managed to hide that in joggers and sweats? Surely he'd seen her in something other than that, something that would show a hint of her ass...

"Yeah, well, I still look stupid. I feel stupid." Percy scooted so that their arms were touching. He nudged her slightly.

"Straight up? I like normal you better," he admitted. "But I think it has more to do with that you kind of scare me like this." Annabeth finally laughed. She looked at him skeptically and he held his hands up in surrender. "Honest. You look like you could seduce ten men and kick their asses like some secret hot assassin."

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but she was grinning. "Thanks, Percy." Then a thought struck her. "Did you call us best friends?"

He shrugged. "We are, aren't we?"

Her smile was struggling to grow indefinitely larger. "Yeah."

Percy glanced at his phone. Two minutes until 12. For a moment, he glanced around to spot the lucky chick who'd get to kiss him at midnight. Everyone had mostly come in pairs and were now on their own to celebrate the countdown alone. They were the only ones on the terrace, and Percy felt no urge to move.

"Hey, why did you decide to finally come to a party? I told you I'd take you to any."

Annabeth shrugged, biting her lip and looking down at the city below. Percy knew that sign. She was avoiding the subject. But why? He nudged her again and she sighed.

"It's not like everyone knows me. And I knew you'd ditch me pretty quick to go hit on some girl. I didn't feel like being a loner..."

"I would not," Percy grunted.

She glared at him. "The only reason you didn't tonight was because this is a small party and all the girls already hate you."

Percy folded a hand over his heart. "That hurts." She snorted. "If you'd have come, I wouldn't have. You're more fun than some girl."

"I am a girl."

"I know that," Percy chuckled.

Inside, people were chanting from their spots and watching as the ball slowly fell on the television.

"Hey, Annabeth?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm about to do something really stupid."

"Okay."

"You can stop me if you want."

"Or slap me."

"Okay."

"I really kind of have to."

"You can't help it," she supplied, nodding.

"I can't help it."

"Okay."

Everyone screamed, "ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Percy turned and looked at Annabeth. She watched him cautiously and curiously. "Happy New Year, Annabeth," he whispered as he cupped her cheeks in his hands and bent down.

Their lips connected softly. He'd never kissed anyone softly before, but it was instinct with Annabeth. Her lips were plush and glossy. He didn't even care that the gloss would get on his.

They were warm and terribly unsure. Small laughter bubbled inside him, but he forced it down. He hadn't realized she could be cute, too. Gods, he was clueless.

He kissed her only slightly harder, just enough to guide her lips. He moved his along hers slowly, and she quickly followed suit. Percy broke the kiss momentarily to pull back and stare at her. Wide eyes, unsure expression...he'd never seen this side of Annabeth before. How had she hidden this vulnerable side from him for so long? He couldn't believe it, but he liked seeing it. She was cute and unsure and Percy liked it. He liked it.

Percy leaned down again and kissed her. His hands dropped to either side of her, moving around and trapping her against him and the terrace. She kissed him back and wound her hands around his neck.

People shuffled out onto the terrace as fireworks lit up the sky. Percy didn't pay them any attention. He focused on not molesting the girl he was kissing. It was so tempting and so hard to restrain himself, but this was Annabeth. Not only could she and would she kick his ass, but he honestly didn't want to insult her. She was worth way more to him than a moment of bliss.

"Dude, I thought when you kissed me, we took the most unexpected kiss of the night, but I take it back. This shocks me more," Nico's voice stood out in the eruption of noise. Then, he felt hands shoving him away. "Ohhh, now that makes sense."

Percy wiped futilely at his lips, but the gloss was there to stay. He was panting as he looked between Annabeth and Nico. Annabeth crossed her arms over her chest again. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Nico glanced behind him wearily at Will, whose hand was suspiciously on Nico's shoulder. "Well, it just makes sense, that's all. We all know Percy is the definition of oblivious. It would have taken a lot for him to realize you're actually a girl. And you definitely didn't leave much to question tonight. You look great is what I mean!" Will finished with assurance, though he still seemed unsure if Annabeth was going to hit him. Fists clenched, she clearly didn't like the answer. She turned to Percy.

"I'm gonna go."

"What? No, don't-,"

She shook her head and smiled with a hint of smugness, and it was completely forced. "Yeah. I'm gonna go. See you tomorrow." She patted his chest and walked past. Percy reached out for her just as she turned back. She looked between Will and Nico. "You two finally kiss?" Will beamed excitedly while Nico rolled his eyes. "Took you long enough."

And then she was gone.

Percy looked up at the fireworks and felt a strange emptiness he hadn't felt before. It was like he did something wrong and he couldn't figure out what it was. He was confused. This entire night was confusing.

"Told you he'd screw it up," a voice to his side did little to keep her volume low. Percy leaned over the rail and tried to ignore it. "He's such a fuck. I told her he's a waste of time."

A new voice sighed, "I really thought he'd do better than that." He knew that voice. With an annoyed glance, he saw three girls staring at him in disgust. Silena had just spoken in response to the queen b herself, Reyna. Piper had a fire in her eyes like he'd punched someone. He sent them a sour look accompanied with a wave so they knew he could hear them. It didn't deter them at all.

"I'm not wrong. And she's not wrong. Annabeth's never wrong." Piper mused. "He's just such an ass he can't even be truthful with himself."

Percy breathed in through his nose and turned to them. "That, dear Piper, is where you're wrong. All I ever am is truthful. Like when I told Reyna that I only wanted sex. Truthful. Not my fault she can't handle the truth."

"You told her that after you slept with her," Piper huffed.

Reyna gripped the metal so hard he wondered if it'd bend. "You, Percy Jackson, are the reason I'm gay."

Percy smirked. "Now you're implying it's a choice. Dear, ignorant Reyna. If it's a choice, then don't come complaining to me about being in the minority."

Her jaw dropped. "I'm going to throw you so far off this build-,"

It took both Piper and Silena to restrain Reyna long enough for Thalia to come in and put her on her ass. Thalia was one of the few girls Percy was hesitant of crossing. Annabeth and Thalia got along well. Thalia and Percy got along horribly. They acted civil for one another only because of Annabeth. Sometimes he'd let her join him and Annabeth when they went skateboarding. And sometimes she helped him out like right now.

"Leave, Jackson. Now."

Percy chuckled. He finished off the previously discarded drink and walked away as the roar of the crowd got larger.

When he made it home, his mother was curled up on the couch fast asleep. He felt bad for making her wait. It was almost one in the morning. So he scooped her up and carried her off to bed, taking her shoes off and tucking her in safely. Then, he set a soft kiss to her cheek and headed for the fire escape.

Annabeth, too, was asleep. She'd shut the window, which normally meant for him to stay out. But tonight was cold and he really wanted to see her again - to touch her again. So he slid the window open and climbed inside.

She was asleep on her massive beanbag chair. Her dress and heels had been disbarred in favor of one of Percy's old t shirts that was so big it looked like a dress on her. For some reason, it made him happy to see her in his clothes.

Effortlessly, he moved her to the grey bed. She was a bit lighter of a sleeper, however, and woke up partially. "Hi," she stretched languidly. Her large grey eyes were blinking curiously up at him.

"Hey, Wise Girl." Percy moved a curl out of her face. She still had on the make up from earlier, though the eyeliner had been drastically smudged and now ran in streaks down her face. "Were you crying?"

Annabeth laughed and brought her knees closer to her body, hugging them. "I wear a dress for one night and you think I'm some wimpy emotional girl."

Percy considered what she said. "You know...being an emotional girl isn't wimpy. Don't get me wrong, it's cool you don't freak out about who's crushing on who, but if you want to 'act like a girl' every now and then, I wouldn't hold it against you."

Annabeth sat up slowly. She surveyed him skeptically. "Why do you think I wore make up and a dress tonight, Percy?"

He blushed because that question hadn't even crossed his mind. He'd been a little too focused on what was exposed by effect. "I...don't know."

She smiled faintly. "I wanted to remind a few people that I still look like a girl, even if I don't act as expected. That and Silena and Piper are two very convincing girls."

He was still confused. "But why did you want to do that? You've never wanted to before."

She shrugged. "It's not like I'm not proud to be a girl, Percy. I don't want to be a guy - gods no. And sometimes I want it to be undeniable that I'm a girl."

Percy pursed his lips, unsure if he should say the next part. Bodily harm was apt to follow, but he spoke anyways. "So this isn't some New Year's resolution to change?"

"Would you want it to be?"

Percy felt red tinge his cheeks. "Don't get me wrong, Chase, it'd be nice to get to stare at your ass all the time. Or your boobs...but it's not you. And I like you."

Annabeth eyed him with mischief. A smile split across her face and she nudged him with her shoulder. "Still good ole Pervy Percy."

He snickered. "I mean, you never told me you were so hot. Ten our of ten - no debate."

She rolled her eyes. "Stop kissing up. You don't rate anyone over an 8."

Percy shook his head. "I'm serious. Girls tend to ruin it when they throw themselves at you. But you? The fact that you hid that for so long makes you so much more...tempting."

She shrunk back down into the covers and hit him tiredly on the arm. "Okay, you've had too much to drink. I'm going to bed."

Percy sighed dejectedly. "Okay." He got up and reached the window again before turning around. Her grey eyes somehow stood out among the darkness. He still didn't feel right about tonight. Something was missing.

And then it hit him. It wasn't even a question as he said, "I forgot..." Percy walked back to her side as she smiled curiously. "Happy New Year, Annabeth."

In a movement so swift she could not stop him, Percy pressed his lips to hers. He moved them against hers just enough to qualify for more than a peck, but soft and slow enough to not be called a make out. She didn't fight him, yet she didn't have time to kiss him back before he was standing and walking to the window.

Mouth open, Annabeth wanted to say something. He even waited by the window incase she figured it out. But she never did, only continued to stare at him with slightly parted lips as if working out a puzzle. Little did she know, Percy's brain was much simpler than a puzzle.

"Night, Chase," Percy winked.

He'd nearly closed the window behind him when he heard, "Night, Jackson."

A/N: Two important things...how did you like it? Give me feedback please! I can't learn without criticism. :) Secondly, I'd like to know who here wants this to end in an M rated scene? I can't decide if I want to or not, it could go either way. So in the next two parts, let me know and the majority votes win. If it's a M rated scene, I'll eventually change the rating (giving you a warning on part 3).

Thanks for reading, hope you liked it :)