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Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking: 'This girl can't stop publishing stories'. But oh well. I can't help it. I hope you like the first chapter; you can tell me what you think leaving a review or sending me a PM. And please, forgive my grammar mistakes and typos.

I Knew You Were Trouble

"The trouble with trouble is that it starts out to be so much fun,"

–Anonymous.

"Sorry Mr. Chase, but this school is not for your daughter." Principal Johnson said strictly, looking with a little horror to the now ex-student of Goode High. Annabeth rolled her eyes at the fat man across the desk and completely ignored her father's pleas to give her one more chance. It was so stupid, she could never fit in.

"Please Mr. Johnson, try to reason." Frederick Chase said politically, trying to reach an agreement. "I'm sure my daughter didn't want to steal the wallet, maybe there was a misunderstanding. Annabeth, say it wasn't your intention stealing your Math teacher's wallet." he demanded to his daughter.

Annabeth looked between her father and the director. "I am completely guilty of stealing the wallet of that woman." she spat, making her father visibly irritated and angry. She took the wallet from the pocket of her leather jacket and threw it on the desk. "It didn't have too much money anyway," She shrugged carelessly. She suppressed a smile, knowing that she was making her father crazy.

The director opened his eyes in surprise for her attitude, and looked at Frederick. "Well, she just confessed herself." He said. "Annabeth's officially expelled from this school,"

Frederick sighed, knowing that all the negotiations that he had done had been in vain. "Fine. Thanks for everything, Mr. Johnson." He got up from his chair and left the room, Annabeth following him.

Annabeth climbed into the backseat of the car, all the time suppressing the winning smile that wanted to be on her face. A month after school started, and she had already managed to be expelled. An entire triumph for her. Her father climbed in the driver seat, his blue eyes full of anger.

"How dare you steal something?" Her father yelled while driving. "You have everything you want, you don't need anything! If you wanted money, you could have asked me, don't steal it from a poor teacher!" And that's when she stopped listening and her ADHD attacked. Her hands played with the hem of her American flag T-shirt, her eyes flying by each sector of the clean car that she once had scratched with scissors.

Annabeth is like your typical troublemaker. Her piercing gray eyes frightened people, though her blond princess curls said something else. She always wore a leather jacket, like right now. She was an expert at making jokes and take vengeance against the 'popular girls' at schools that made fun of her. All her pranks made her win a name on the public schools, so her father barely could find a school which actually accepted her. Sure, Annabeth had her reasons. Her father, being a very important lawyer, never cared for her, only when she was got in trouble. Not when she got an A+ in her exams, or when she had won the spelling bee when she was 7 years old, or when she had received the trophy for best science project. From the age of twelve, she had decided to draw his attention in other way. Being the worst troublemaker of all New York.

"Annabeth Evangeline Chase! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" Frederick shouted, his eyes looking at her daughter in the rearview mirror. Annabeth didn't even care of lying to him.

"Nah, I give a fuck of what you're telling me," she said, but she was annoyed her father said her full name. Evangeline sounded way too polite.

It just served to get Frederick angrier. "Oh, you give a fuck? Well, it may be interesting for you: you're going to a reformatory." He snapped.

Annabeth's eyes were wide open. "You can't do that!" she yelled. Damn him, she thought.

"Yes. You're going to 'Half-Blood Reformatory for Bad Kids'. They send me a letter telling me you need to be corrected and they're right. You can't be like it,"

"What am I like?" she asked, her voice bitter. She couldn't believe her father was doing that. Sure, she knew that in part he was doing the right thing, but she had done all that to get his attention, not to get sent to a reformatory.

"You're like a petulant child that needs attention." Frederick spat out. Annabeth felt her eyes sting, her father had called her capricious girl when all she asked for was a minimal sign of affection towards her. She needed to be embraced, to be consented and pampered by someone. She needed a father, not a man to pay her food and education.

They arrived their big house, and when her father turned the car off, she got out of it, walking towards her room, Frederick following her near.

"I'm not done yet, young lady!" he shouted at her. Annabeth turned around exasperated, her arms crossed over her chest. "You'll be leaving this afternoon." He said toughly.

"Fine, I'm glad I'm leaving this hell!" she shouted on his face, before running to her room. She walked in and slammed the door behind her. Annabeth looked at it with a bit of nostalgic to her room, thinking about all that had lived there with her mother before she left her with her father to be an architect in Greece. It was so unfair, her mother was free there, doing what she wanted when she wanted, and she was there, stuck with her father, living a miserable life.

Annabeth didn't care if she had a mansion or fancy clothes, she was alone. She was depressed and nobody cared.

She grabbed one suitcase and some clothes and put them wrinkled, muttering curses to her father. She had never been a fashion fan, but her father insisted that she should dress like a lady, so he bought her pastel dresses and heels, but she bought her clothes in secret.

When she finished packing, she closed her bag and placed it on the floor before jumping on her bed. Something bothered her on her back, so she shoved her hand under her body and pulled out a brochure with a letter. She read the brochure, it says: 'Half-Blood Reformatory for Bad Kids'. There was a photo of a very big house. Under it, with black words, was a little text: 'If you kid is getting in too many troubles, don't doubt to send him/her here! We promise good education and that your child will leave being a gentleman/lady.' Sounds worse than a cheap commercial, Annabeth thought upset. She opened the brochure and read it.

Half-Blood Reformatory offers different classes to increase the education of children. Each child has one hour per day with a psychologist. Our place has a library, a swimming pool, bedrooms for girls and bedrooms for boys. For more detail, please communicate with us through our e-mail.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows. She placed the brochure on her nightstand and opened the letter. The handwriting was small and neat, just like the old ones.

Mr. Chase, I have understand your daughter has been getting into trouble lately. We would love to Annabeth come to stay with us. I promise that your daughter will come out as an elegant lady in a matter of time.

Sincerely,

Chiron Brunner, the director.

Annabeth crumpled the letter and placed it next to the brochure in her nightstand. She grabbed her cell phone and connected her headset, pressing 'Play' to a song. 'What Could Have Been Love' by Aerosmith began to play. It was in the middle of the song when she fell asleep.

*I-Knew-You-Were-Trouble*

"Annabeth wake up, we gotta go!" her father shouted slamming the door. Annabeth opened her eyes lazily and sat on her bed. She pulled her headphones out from her ears and paused the song before getting up and looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was practically a rat's nest, so she brushes until it was more or less neat.

She grabbed her suitcase and walked out of her room. Her father was waiting her in the front door, an upset look on his eyes. He walked outside and got into the car as Annabeth put her suitcase on the trunk. She climbed on the back-seat again and her father started to drive, heading to the reformatory.

It was a long journey in silence, only the stereo music of background, but they finally arrived. As in the brochure, the house was Victorian style, with dark wood floor and pale yellow walls. The house was far away from all others, and to get there you had to do a short ride by car from the main gate (where there was a security guard) to the door of the house. Nonetheless, Annabeth didn't rule out the possibility of escape. Frederick turned off the car and got out as Annabeth took out her suitcase from the trunk and followed him.

Frederick knocked the door, and they waited some minutes before the door opened. A man in a wheelchair smiled at them, his kind brown eyes shining.

"Welcome to 'Half-Blood Reformatory for Bad Kids', you must be Frederick and Evangeline Chase," he greeted.

"Annabeth. I prefer Annabeth." Annabeth corrected him. The man nodded at her and Frederick rolled his eyes.

"Yes sir, it's us. Did you receive my e-mail?" Frederick asked.

"Yes I did, but please, call me Chiron; I don't like formalities too much." Chiron grinned, and let them go inside the house. It was enormous, with clean wood furniture and a giant chandelier hanging in the center of the hall. It looked like an old house, but at the time was kept clean and elegant. The pictures on the walls were of flowers, like those old women have. This house must be really ancient, Annabeth thought. Chiron closed the door behind them, and she realized it was quite silent there.

"Well, I hope you like the house Annabeth, I heard that you like history a lot, and this house has an interesting one." Chiron said, and Annabeth looked at him with a frown.

"How do you know that? What, people here are like super spies and know what I do the whole day? Wow, that's too creepy." She said sarcastically, like everything she says. It was one of the things her father thinks she need to change, but seriously, if she wasn't sarcastic, she wouldn't be Annabeth Chase.

Chiron chuckled, to what both father and daughter opened their eyes in surprise. "What?" he asked innocently. "That was very funny," Annabeth tried to hide a smile, maybe she could get along with that man.

"I don't think that was funny." Frederick snapped, slightly confused by Chiron's attitude.

"Well, I think so." Chiron snapped back, but then he smiled in a friendly way. "Let's go talk to my office." He said to Frederick. Just in that moment, a guy entered the room by another door eating an apple.

Annabeth's breath got stuck in her throat. The guy was way too hot. He was tall, with messy black hair and dark sea-green eyes that easily caught her attention. His skin was slightly tanned, and it matched his hair perfectly. Chiron waved at him, so he looked at them raising his eyebrows.

"Percy, just in time! Help Annabeth with her suitcase, she's staying with Piper." Chiron told him. "And show her around too, you aren't doing anything, right?"

Percy smirked. "When am I doing something anyway? Please, Chiron." He joked carelessly. Chiron rolled his eyes, and waved at Frederick to follow him to his office, which Frederick doubtfully did. He didn't want to leave his daughter with a strange.

Annabeth looked at Percy in his eyes, and to keep her role, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't need your help, you know, I can do it on my own."

"I know, but if I don't so this, I have to clean the dishes for a week, so…" he said walking over to her and grabbing her suitcase. "Let's go to your new room." He smirked again in such an annoying way, Annabeth wanted to punch him right in his face.

He walked upstairs with her suitcase over his shoulder like it was nothing, and she followed him behind, looking at one place she didn't have to. Then, they walked in a hallway until they reached a wooden door (for a change), where Percy knocked. Moments later, a beautiful girl of Cherokee features opened the door, looking confused at Percy. She had choppy chocolate brown hair framing her small face, short stature and eyes that changed with the light, which at this time they looked green, but if Annabeth ducked her head, they were blue.

"Hey Percy," she said, no in a flirty way, but in a friendly one. "What's going on?" she smiled looking at Annabeth.

Percy pointed at her with his head. "She's new," he said, entering in the room and throwing her suitcase over a white bed. He walked out of the room. "I'll leave you alone, bye." When he was about to leave, he turned around. "Show her around!" he yelled.

When he was out of sight, the girl smiled at Annabeth. "Yeah, he's kinda weird sometimes," she chuckled. "I'm Piper McLean." She presented herself, stretching a hand out.

Annabeth smiled too. "Annabeth Chase." She shook her hand before walking inside the room. The walls were white, and in a corner, where she supposed it was Piper's corner, was a bed with pink sheets. On the walls near it were posters about Taylor Swift and One Direction; on the bedside table were CDs and some make-up.

Annabeth walked to the bed in which Percy had threw her suitcase and sat down looking around. Piper looked at her. "Percy has to show you around, right?" she asked.

"Chiron told him it, but…" Annabeth was cut off by Piper.

"C'mon, he will not do it." Piper sighed. Annabeth got up of the bed and followed Piper out. "You have to meet some people," she smirked, and Annabeth thought Piper was pretty scary.

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