(So this story takes place before Percabeth at the very beginning of the lightning thief. I'm going to make more chapters and I wanted to sort of go through the whole series and develop Percabeth more so I guess we'll see how it goes. Also all this is Rick Riordans characters and basic storyline...blah blah blah. Okay so here it is. Tell me what you guys think)
Annabeth
"I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with him" Annabeth said to Malcolm as she paced between the cabin bunks, picking up trash for their inspection. "I mean, I get it. A powerful demigod shows up, defeats the Minotaur, and saves Grover. Big deal" She shoved some books into a desk, slamming the drawer as she said it, "But come on, we don't even know who this kid is yet, how can he be that special?"
"Someone sounds a little jealous." Malcolm jokingly pried the idea from Annabeth and she slammed another drawer in response.
"I'm not jealous. I could've done the same as him if I'd been up on the hill" Annabeth said through gritted teeth.
Malcolm lounged against the wall with his feet propped up on the bunk opposite him. He scoffed at Annabeth, "Right. You could have taken on a ten foot tall, thousand year old Minotaur..." He laughed and shifted to look at Annabeth, "But come on, I know you're smart and ,don't get me wrong, great with a blade, but even when this guys only wearing fruit of the loom underwear, even you couldn't take him."
Rearranging the books in alphabetical order, Annabeth shoved one after another into its spot, still with her grey eyes storming. "Look, Malcolm. He got lucky. Once. That's it."
"Yeah, a move that a fully trained greek warrior couldn't even pull off sure sounds like luck to me." Malcolm laughed again at the rage that Annabeth exhibited.
Annabeth stopped organizing and met eyes with Malcolm. "All he did was a simple dodge with his sword in the right place" she said, trying to dumb down the fight. "Anyone could have done it, Malcolm"
"Look Annabeth, all I'm saying is that he had a good fight. He can almost compare to you or Luke." Right as he said it, he knew he crossed the line.
Annabeth froze. Malcolm tried to take it back but Annabeth was already at his throat. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards her face. "You have no clue what I am capable of. I've been through more than you will ever go through and especially anything that Percy has done." She threw Malcolm back onto his bunk and left him stunned as she headed for the door. At the last second she turned back to Malcolm, "You of all people know how strong I am, how smart I am. I could have done anything he could."
She slammed the door behind herself and the whole cabin rattled. "Well, that was terrifying." He muttered to himself. Malcolm had never seen Annabeth like that. She never let her emotions go before her brain. Never.
Annabeth stormed up the hill to the Big House, her fists clenched and feet slamming into the ground in rage as she went. Annabeth didn't want to admit it, but something about this kid was interesting. She hated it. How could someone be that good with no training? She needed to know what made him special.
You just don't get good at fighting for no reason. It wasn't logical. Everything she knew about this kid was chaos and if she knew anything about herself, everything was organized. For gods sake she was born through a thought, an organized, orderly thought.
As Annabeth approached the Big House she willed herself to calm down. She needed to be rational. She definitely couldn't let someone she hadn't even met yet take over her mind because, as a child of Athena, Annabeth was smarter than Percy. She reached for the doorknob and stepped inside to finally meet the newest camper.