I had a thought. I write on my iPhone so terrible grammar and paragraphs and is kind of short. Prologue. R&R

Percy Jackson had always stared at the things he found interesting, like; cars, or bikes or a person who had looked like they had seen stuff. Interesting stuff. He had never thought he would be staring at her in that way, that she ran deeper than just a pretty blonde who laughed a lot but then again he didn't really know her. Don't judge a book by it's beautiful cover. Yes, he had always glanced at her in the hallways or when one of the guys mentioned how 'hot' she looked today. She was the object of most of his friends desires, but he thought that she was just another pretty face in a crowd full of pretty people.

So when she had first spoke to him, not seeming fazed by his 'gang' rep liked the others did, he was surprised. "Got any more?" Were her first words to him and if he was surprised when she talked to him, he was even more surprised when she asked him that. Also amused, he gave her a smirk and a chuckle and made some joke about good girl gone bad. If only he knew. She didn't care, she only took the cigarette after he held it out to her and stood there in silence whilst leaning on the wall behind him.

He remembered she looked different, not just pretty this time. Broken. Back then it was pretty unclear but now, he knew her face and well...everything about her better than he knew anything. If their would be a test, he would ace it. He never really looked at her until that day, she wasn't pretty but beautiful. He had used the word 'pretty' too often and on ordinary things or girls to be able to use it on her.

He asked her if she wanted another for later. She took it, "Thanks," she didn't smile or look away from the sky and she sounded pretty dull. Pretty different. Interesting. So he stared. She finally looked back at him, "What?" She asked, he gave back another smirk and then so did she. If a girl could be any more confusing as Annabeth Chase, then don't waste your time. She dropped her cigarette on the floor and stood on it, like it was an every couple of hours thing. Which it was.

He turned away. It was kind of ironic the first time he really noticed her was behind the local diner that smelt like grease and was pitched black with the only light coming from the small window, just enough to see her whilst she was dressed in tight black jeans and a pretty baggy letterman jacket, probably her boyfriends. How cliché. You'll realise why later. Did he mention the jeans were tight? He now knew why his guys were so obsessed with her. Her ass. It was pretty nice.

So he was quite surprised when she tugged on his leather jacket and brought his face to hers. Happy, but surprised. Her hands remained on his jacket as she worked her mouth on his, letting his tongue take dominance. He brought his hands to her hips, working his way down to her ass. And when he did, she let out a soft moan. The kiss was rough, passionate, kind of like they had been waiting their whole lives for this. She kept pulling him closer and closer until their was no space.

And as quick as it began, it was over. She let go, both pulling away. He gave her another cocky smirk telling her how he knew she had always wanted him. No emotion. She just walked away, he watched her walk to her fancy car. She didn't look back, just got into her Maserati and left, didn't look back.

So the Monday after he didn't expect a 'hi' or a glance in his direction from her, it was as if that night at the back of the diner at 11:43 pm on Friday never happened. He was glad, he would never live this down otherwise. Jackson and the rich pretty popular girl, heh tell them all another joke. Yes, the boys thought she was 'hot' but to have any kind of association with her other than classmate would be a sin.

But he got a glance, a quick one. He thought for a long time was just a coincidence. But she knew he was staring and she was prepared to stare back. She went from laughing to her friends to this intense stare. He never noticed her eyes before. They became his favourite part, they could tell you a thousand things that she wanted to say. He didn't know that then.

He never thought he would fall in love with her. He wished he hadn't. Then the pain would be non existent but with all the heartache there came Annabeth Chase and she was the best thing that even happened to him.

I continue to write fics and not finish them but this time I am determined. I've even thought of a sequel. Yep, first time. I haven't proof read, just the few odd sentences so..apologies. R&R