Hey guys! For those who saw the preview from my last story... I decided to change the title because I felt it was kinda crappy and cliche. But let me know what title you like best in the comments.

Check out my other Percabeth story - Miss Fortune.

Rated T for mature themes.

THE BAD BOY AND THE SOCIALITE

ALMOST KILLED

Annabeth carefully stepped over a puddle of water as she walked towards the waiting shed to flag a taxi. It's almost midnight and the heavy rain hasn't stopped since early this evening. The wet streets of LA are half asleep with just a handful of people and vehicles going to and fro. Normally, she'd relish the rain as she is a pluviophile, but not when she's all dressed up in a dark red sequined cocktail off-shoulder dress and stilleto heels, having come from a charity event hosted by a friend. She hugged her overcoat to her body with one hand as the other steadied the tiny umbrella, borrowed from the hotel, over her head. Her hairdo was almost ruined thanks to the rain. Her feet are wet now, and if not for the thick overcoat, she would have been drenched.

"Why oh why did I allow Seymour to take the car?" she muttered, reprimanding herself. But she knew her driver needed it more than her when she saw how worried he was, getting a call for help from his cancer-stricken wife in Kentucky. Her heart went out to him and his family who had been struggling with the sickness for almost a year now. That's why even though Seymour didn't want to leave her in the middle of the night at the charity event, it was she who insisted him to go and take her car so he can be with his wife as soon as possible, assuring him that there are many taxis in the vicinity. Besides, it's not as if she'd drive a car. Oh, she does know how to drive, but after the accident...she just hadn't found the nerve to do so.

Arriving at the waiting shed, she saw she's all alone and she felt a cold chill. It's been a long time since she had walked alone, and at midnight at that! Suddenly, she heard a loud noise behind her and as she turned around to look at it, a big splash of muddy water struck her face and knocked her off-balance, causing her to slump down on the sidewalk, butt first.

"Ouch! My Gods!" Letting out a scream, she looked up to see a tall man walking towards her ominously, evidently coming from the motorcycle which skidded in front of her. She couldn't see clearly because of the heavy rain, her umbrella thrown aside by the impact of her fall. The man, wearing a black helmet, held her down by both arms.

Panicking, she screamed, "No, no, please! Don't! Please don't!" Hastily, she tried to get up but her feet are slippery wet on her stilletos and the added weight of the man's hands caused her to slump back again, this time taking the man with her, his body covering hers.

Annabeth started to scream, but the man swiftly put his left hand over her mouth and said, "Miss, Miss, stop! I'm not even doing anything. Please keep it down!"

She mumbled from under his hand, which she felt was soft and smelling faintly of Bvlgari. Warily, the man removed his hand to let her speak. Big mistake.

"Rapist! Help! Get him away from me! Heeellllpppp!"

Putting back his hand on her mouth, he told her in an irritated voice, looking directly at her big, grey, frightened eyes from behind the black helmet he's wearing, "I'm not a rapist, Miss! I was just going to apologize for accidentally knocking you down because bike slipped by the puddle. Then you panicked then made us both fall down, and now you are accusing me of such things."

Annabeth again mumbled her retort but the man did not remove his hand this time. He said in a firm voice, "I'm not going to hurt you. But I won't remove my hand from your mouth if you won't promise to shut up, deal? Blink twice if we have an agreement."

Seeing that there are still no people around them, and she wanted to get away as far as possible from under his warm body whose effect on her she cannot understand, she slowly blinked two times. The man promptly took his hand away... but not without noticing her enticing pink lips.

With all her might, Annabeth pushed the man away from her body, leaving him slumped in a puddle of water as she quickly stood up and placed a safe distance away from him. "Why do you have to ride so fast, anyway! Look at me, I'm drenched! You're so infuriating!"

"Hey, I wasn't speeding. The road is just really slippery. And what are you even doing in the middle of the road dressed all fancy and stuff, it's already midnight!" He got up and now they are both drenched in the rain, facing each other. He raised the eye shield of his helmet and only then that she noticed cute sea-green eyes peeking behind it.

"Why do you care? You're the one who almost got me killed and now you have the nerve to scold me. You are not my father!" This man is so infuriating! Never had she felt so angry at anyone like this, especially when she saw his lips curl, seeming to be delighted at her reaction. Vaguely, at the back of her angry mind, she really thought his eyes were the most adorable puppy dog eyes she's ever seen.

"So what are you doing here in middle of the night? Are you looking for someone to please?" He's enjoying this! Percy hasn't felt this exhilarated annoying someone for a long time, getting on her nerves, seeing her in shambles, her mascara staining her pinkish cheeks, her face, hair and dress all wet, her fists clenched and eyes wide as she spat angry words at him.

"How dare you! I'm no prostitute! I can call the police on you, you know? I'll have you arrested!" She's now screaming at the top of her lungs amid the heavy rain, frustrated over her appearance and angry at the man now openly smiling at her distress.

All of a sudden, she heard the loud roar of another motorcycle as it stopped just a few feet beside her. Turning, she saw two men riding on it. The man at the back turned to her and calmly put out a gun.

Annabeth found herself looking directly at the black barrel of a gun aimed directly at her forehead.