A/N: Okay, so this is me ATTEMPTING to start my own story. For those of you who checked out my other story "Breakdown" and wandered about the other "full fledged story" I mentioned, this is it! Well, some of it. Even though I revised this about 200 times before uploading, I'm still not totally sure where I'm going with this or if I like it, so you be the judge. If you want to see the rest, please let me know, unless I'll assume you don't and I'll remove it. I'll be jumping between different POV's, primarily third person, since I can present what multiple characters are thinking instead of just one.

Keep in mind that some of these experiences and feelings are coming from my own life, so the characters are OOC. It makes it easier to write, I guess. My own boring life + Percabeth = Possibly terrible / amazing idea. Right now, I'm keeping the story as rated T, but keep in mind that can change since I'm still not done writing.

Disclaimer (You'll only see one, don't worry): No, I'm not Rick Riordan. So I don't own any of this stuff besides some of the characters that I made up.

As always, read, review, and ENJOY!

Chapter 1

Third Person POV

Percy Jackson was an invisible kid in school. He was always in the corner of the room, staying away from all the action. The last year and a half of his life have been absolutely miserable, tainted with bad memories...memories of his father…it broke him thinking about that day, a year and a half ago, when he felt like he lost it all in less than 24 hours. That day haunts his mind, mocking him over, and over, and over... He always wonders when it will stop…if it will ever stop…

Percy's life has been great before his father Poseidon's accident. He had a great family, loving parents, and a bright future. Had…that word runs through his head every single night, in his sleep, tugging at all his emotional cords, trying to get him to snap. His adoration for his dad wasn't like any other father-son relationship. Poseidon saw Percy as an equal, not a child, from a very young age, and taught him valuable lessons he could use when he grows up. They both shared a love for the ocean – no one really knows why – but they both were pulled to it, almost as if they were birthed from it. Poseidon's passion for the sea led him to be become a marine biologist, and a very successful one at that. Percy always said that he wants to be just like him when he grows up. But the past year and a half started making him think he might not be able to go on and achieve his dream.

It was all great until that Friday afternoon. Percy came home to find his aunt, Christie, nervously pacing around the living room. He wasn't expecting her there, since she never really visited since she started college the year prior. Even she was a little surprised to see him there. She had a terrified look in her eyes, and her, otherwise beautiful, hair looked like it went through a washing machine

"Aunt Christie? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

"Oh my god…Percy...I-He-They-…" She couldn't form a comprehendible sentence, and tears dripped down her eyes.

Percy approached his aunt, gripping her on the shoulders to stop her from shaking. He looked straight in her blue eyes for the first time, and saw they were full of fear and sadness. Then the thought crossed his mind. No…it couldn't be…he's ok…she's just overreacting again.

"What happened, Christie?" He demanded, trying to keep his voice from cracking and the fear of uncertainty from strangling him. It couldn't be…right?

"He-…He-…Percy-" She stopped, staring straight into his eyes. "I'm so sorry". That's when he collapsed on the floor and passed out.

And here he is now, sitting in the halls of Goode High, a million and one emotions swirling in his stomach, flashbacks coming and fading of the day that changed his life just a year and a half ago. He ran a hand through his hair nervously, trying to mentally flush everything out. He didn't even want to start thinking about his mom. She had it the worst. At least he was still sane, unlike her…

But maybe, just maybe, thing could get better for me, he thought to himself. It was the start of a new year, and he always had his cousins Thalia and Nico around, even though they didn't have many classes together. He continued sitting there, listening to music, trying to relax…

And then the bell for first period rang. Percy picked up his things to get the day started. He hated Mondays. He had first period English, and being both ADHD and dyslexic, you can take your guess on how impossible it was for him during classes.

He walked into the room, seeing his teacher, Mr. Brunner, get his things out of his bag to preparing to teach. He liked Mr. Brunner, and tried his hardest during class, but sometimes he just couldn't see the letters straight, like they were hoping off the board, spinning around his head. Percy continued to the edge of the room, where he saw and empty seat and took it. No one bothered to sit next to him.

"Ok class, I have some interesting news today. We have a new student joining us from San Francisco. Mrs. Chase?" he said as he looked to the door. New student? Percy didn't see anyone new. And that's when she walked in, and he felt like all the air was sucked out of the room.

She was beautiful. He never really thought of girls, let alone talk to them, and not many managed to get him to lose his breath, but she did. Her long blonde hair that reached her shoulders with beautiful princess curls distracted him. And that's before he saw her eyes. They were big, grey and intense, like they were testing you, looking for you to make a mistake, but beautiful at the same time. She was wearing a simple long sleeve blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and white shorts that reached her ankles. She was stunning.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Brunner" She said in a soft, apologetic voice.

Percy was convinced she was an angel. He dropped his head in his hands, pulling the hoodie over his head in disappointment. I don't have a chance with her. There's no way. She'll probably think I'm psycho…everyone does… Percy thought, and he didn't help himself feel any better.

"Don't worry, Annabeth. I know it's your first day, so I'll give you a pass, but don't make this a habit. Why don't you take the seat right there, next to Percy" Mr. Brunner told her. Thanks god he was the nicest teacher in school.

Annabeth nodded and made her way to her seat. She saw Percy before, with his face covered, but as she got closer, she started getting concerned. She heard some sniffing, like he was crying.

"Ok class, so today we'll continue our lesson on Oedipus, as you all know, last class we discussed…"

Annabeth zoned out, worried about the raven haired boy sitting next to her. She managed to catch a few glimpses of him. His hair was long and messed up, thrown all over the place. He had blue-green eyes, that she was sure were beautiful any other day, but they were filled with sadness. She made sure Mr. Brunner was writing on the board before turning to Percy.

"Hey…are you ok?" she whispered to him. Percy moved his head slightly, just enough so he can see her out of the corner of his left eye "I'm fine…" he muttered under his breath. He just wanted to be alone for a while, to think things over, to calm down. To not get distracted by the blonde haired beauty sitting next to him.

"Are you sure?" She asked again, seeing the corner of his eye, slightly red. "You don't look too good"

Every other teenage boy would've seen this as an opportunity to talk to Annabeth, to get to know her. Percy, however, wasn't like every other teenage guy. "I'm fine…please, just…just leave me alone." He said back, in a voice with no emotion. That made Annabeth even more concerned. She hesitated, not wanting to push the subject too far. Something's bothering him, she thought. Maybe I can help him.

It's not really her fault she was curious. She just wanted to help him. He looked sad, like he was holding something in. Maybe she could…

She opened her notebook, ripped out a small piece of paper and scribbled a note. She threw it to Percy's desk and hoped for a reaction. She hoped he would look at her, say something, or at least toss the note back.

Percy wasn't expecting a note, especially not from Annabeth. He opened it up, "I just want to help. Can we talk?" He didn't know how to respond. He never really spoke with girls, and the fact that one – a beautiful one, at that – was approaching HIM made it even scarier. A part of him was saying "YES! This is your chance!" but another violently lashed back at the other,"DON'T! She'll just make a fool out of you. Remember last time…"

Percy didn't want to think about the last time he spoke to someone about his father. It was right after he moved from Virginia, the beginning of sophomore year. He was breaking down quite often at home with his aunt, but he did his best to keep his cool during school. But he couldn't hold it anymore. He ran to the bathroom, pulling his knees in close, and just letting it all go. That's when he walked in. Luke Castellan. The school jock; a bully, as Percy knows him now. Back then, he just seemed so nice and caring, and Percy honestly needed someone to talk to. So he did. He let it all go, with Luke sitting there listening to every word. When he was finished, Luke stood up, pointing and laughing at him, and sprinted full speed out of the bathroom. What just happened?, he thought. Soon enough all of Luke's friend were surrounding Percy, humiliated and scared, sitting on the floor, crying. They took pictures, just laughing at the broken boy. Percy stood up and ran. Where? He didn't know. He figured there was no place he could go in school, so he snuck outside and ran home. He didn't come back until a week later, and that's only because all his teachers started getting concerned.

Then he violently snapped into reality. He flipped the note over and scribbled "I told you, I'm fine" and threw it to Annabeth's desk, and went back to burying his face in his hands again, bad memories attacking his mind. He moved his hand and tilted his head, just enough to catch Annabeth staring at him with a worried, caring expression on her face. It was all new to him. He didn't know how to respond properly. She opened her mouth to say, something, but instead ripped another piece of paper from her notebook, "Percy, I just want to help you. Please, just talk with me, ok? After school maybe?". She sighed, hoping she can break through his stubborn mind and tossed the note to his desk. He looked it over, and scribbled something on the back. She got the note back, and was a little shocked to see what was written on the back, "Why do you even care?" She was confused, dazed, not expecting his response. But she didn't give up. That wasn't like her. She pulled another note from her notebook and wrote, "Look, I know something's bothering you. You didn't look too good before. Why can't you accept that I care? I just want to help you, okay? Meet me outside of school, we'll find somewhere, alone. We'll get this sorted out. Please? For me" She wasn't going to take no for an answer. She tossed the note to his desk, hoping he would be a little less stubborn and understand. Why's he so worried?, she thought to herself and went back to writing down notes Mr. Brunner put on the board. But she couldn't stop thinking of him, the way he looked at her through his hand, with a tearing, puffy, red eye. She couldn't stop thinking about what he could potentially be holding inside. She knew something was wrong with Percy Jackson. And she was going to find out.