Of Fish Boys and Classy Girlfriends

By: xXxDaughteroftheKingxXx

AN: Because Janae wanted a Percy and Annabeth high-school story, and we started brain-storming. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO/HoO.

"Your locker's just as dirty as I expected it to be, Seaweed Brain."

My eyes widened, and I turned around in surprise, only to see the familiar face of

Annabeth smirking slightly at me. Grinning sheepishly, I rubbed my neck and said, "Oh, hey, Annabeth. Wh-what are you doing here?"

She raised an eyebrow. "Is it suddenly a crime to come to your boyfriend's school?"

"Well, no," I said, "but... you've never done it before. Unless you count the whole thing when you were invisible my seventh grade year. Technically, though, we weren't dating then, so I guess it doesn't count."

Annabeth shrugged. "I was in neighborhood, and I thought I'd pick you up, so you wouldn't have to take a taxi or anything home." She then smiled. "And maybe we can get something to eat or something on the way home."

I opened my mouth to tell her that I loved the idea—food at Goode was disgusting, and frankly, I was starving—when an unfortunately familiar voice said, "Yo, Jackson? Who's the babe?"

Annabeth looked offended, and I sighed, turning to the source of the voice. "Cory," I said through gritted teeth, "this is Annabeth, my girlfriend. Annabeth, this is Cory, quarterback for our football team."

Cory grinned proudly, and despite my attempts to stress the fact that Annabeth and I were dating, he looked her over like she was a piece of meat. I could see her eyes harden, and at the same time, I did my best to keep my temper under control and not punch the jerk in the face. "Well, Annabelle," Cory said, his voice sounding nasally, though I think he was trying for seductive, "if you ever get tired of Fish Boy over here, I'd be glad to show you what a real guy's like."

At that point, I was ready to deck the guy right in the face, but Annabeth beat me to the punch—literally.

She scoffed, that unimpressed look that she reserved just for people like Cory on her face. "First of all," she said, "my name is Annabeth. Secondly, my eyes are up here. I suggest you look me in the eyes, unless, of course, you want me to castrate you before you have the chance to screw any desperate girls that might actually want to be with you. Third, I'd much rather have a 'Fish Boy' than a narcissistic, dim-witted jerk like you." She paused, smirked, then added, "Oh, sorry. I forgot you can't understand such big words. Allow me to dumb them down for you: You're cocky, you have the intelligence of a peanut, and you're a world-class douche-bag. Now, if you'd kindly leave my boyfriend and me alone, it would be greatly appreciated."

Both Cory and I stared at Annabeth incredulously, and slowly, the quarterback back away, muttering something about scary girlfriends and fish boys. Leave to Annabeth to freak out the school's star football player, do it with class, and look great while doing it.

My girlfriend turned to me and smirked slightly. "So, how about that dinner date, huh?"

All I could do was grin and pull her into my embrace. As we walked down the hallways, I told her, "You're amazing, you know?"

She just laughed. "And don't you ever forget it, Seaweed Brain."