Chapter One

A/N: So this is my (first) Percabeth-fic. Since I'm always so bad at writing these, and I seriously don't know why I do it, I'm just going to say that I hope you like this, bye.

Disclaimer: Well, since this is uploaded onto I hope you all already get that it's fanfiction, but anyway; I don't own the Percy Jackson-series and all that blahblahblah xoxox

Annabeth

I put down my bag on the bed closest to the window and sat down next to it. The room was simple – two beds, a desk, a bookshelf, two closets and two bedside tables next to the beds. There were two doors out from the room, one which led out to the corridor and the other led to a small bathroom with only a toilet, a sink and a shower. The window showed out to a courtyard, filled with students sitting or playing soccer on the grass and enjoying the sun before fall would come with gray skies and rain. I got up from the bed and started unpacking my bag, laying my clothes in the closet closest to the bed I had chosen and then I put the framed picture of my dad, my step mom and my half-brothers on the bedside table. They had wanted to drop me off, but I had told them it was fine, flying across the country only to drop me off at my new boarding school felt a bit too excessively. I had just finished putting all my books in the bookshelf when someone knocked on the door. I just turned around in time to see a boy about my age step in through the door. He looked to be a few inches taller than me, had black tousled hair and sea green eyes. A confused look crossed his face when he saw me.

"Uhm... hi?" he said. He had a bag slung over his shoulder, and carried a big box in his hands.

"Hi," I said. What was a guy doing in my room? In the letter the school had sent me when I had been accepted, it had stood I was to share room with a girl named Penny. Maybe this was her brother?

"So, uhm-," he started.

"Are you Penny's brother?" I asked at the same time. He frowned.

"No, I'm Percy, I don't have any siblings," he said.

"Oh. Then what are you doing here?" I asked.

"This is my room?" he said, puzzlement evident on his pretty features.

"No, this is mine," I said, my hands on my hips and a stubborn note to my tone. He started fumbling in his bag and got out a wrinkled paper. He reached it out toward me. I grabbed it and read through it. House C, room 17. I got out my own paper and checked it. "Something must've gone wrong. I'm going to talk to the matron," I said with a sigh and gave back Percy's paper before stuffing mine in my pocket. I started walking towards the door, but he stepped in my way and reached out his hand.

"I'm Percy."

"Yeah, I know. You said that before," I said with an impatient sigh. He grinned.

"Normally, now's the time where you tell me your name and shake my hand," he said and gave a nod toward his outstretched hand. I sighed yet again and took his hand.

"I'm Annabeth." He had a nice handshake, which my dad always used to say was the best way to find out how a person is. I smiled at the memory, remembering how I had wanted him to teach me how to make a good handshake, so that people would get a good impression of me and like me. I had been five, twelve years ago, and I still remembered it.

Suddenly Percy cleared his throat, and I realized I was still shaking his hand. I could feel a small blush creeping up my cheeks and I let go of his hand immediately.

"So, uhm, let's go then?" I said.

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We had barely walked five meters down the corridor when I opened my mouth again, but Percy beat me to it.

"Where're you from then?" he asked.

"I've lived in a few different places, but latest was San Francisco, you?"

"New York."

"Oh, that's cool. Then you don't live far from here. I visited New York last year, the architecture is amazing. Not as amazing as the Ancient Greece, but still beautiful," I said.

"So you're into architecture, huh?" he asked, and I could hear something close to curiosity in his voice, not just indifference.

"Yeah, I love it. I'd like to work with it one day, I want to build something spectacular, something that will stay on this planet for ages, just like the Ancient Greece buildings, like Parthenon for example, and I want to have left my mark on this earth by the buildings I will create, do you get what I mean?" I said and threw a glance at Percy. He nodded and smiled, and I couldn't help but grin a little back.

"I think it's cool," Percy said and my grin widened.

We had reached the matron's office and I knocked on the already open door before stepping into the small room. Behind a desk, which took up most of the the space, sat a woman with dark brown hair in a tight bun on the top of her head. She was wearing a pair of glasses and a blouse which looked like it belonged in the 70's. She was typing away at a computer which stood on the desk, but she looked up at the sound of my knocking. She smiled, showing off a row of straight, white teeth.

"How can I help you?" she asked. I stepped forward.

"Uhm, well, it seems like it's been a mistake, Percy and I have got the same room," I said.

"What's your name, dear? And your room?"

"Annabeth Chase, room seventeen." The only sound in the room was the one of the matron's manicured nails clicking on the keyboard. After a few seconds she looked back up at me.

"That is correct. And your roommate should be Penny Jackson, this young man must've got wrong room then, if seventeen is yours," she said and squinted at Percy behind her glasses.

"But it said the same house and room on his papers, ms," I read at the sign on her desk, "Mackin."

"What's your name then?" she asked and nodded at Percy.

"Percy Jackson," he replied, furrowing his brow as if he was thinking. Ms Mackin typed on her computer and then turned back to Percy.

"I can't find a Percy Jackson," she said with a frown. "May I see your papers?" Percy got up his papers and handed over them. Ms Mackin studied them, and then studied the computer screen and typed something. I glanced over at Percy quickly, he had his hands in his jeans pockets and he was looking at ms Mackin as she was studying his papers yet again. Percy had a hoodie on in the same colour as his eyes. It suited him, I couldn't help but think. He seemed to notice I was looking at him, because he turned his head and grinned at me. I wondered if we ever would've even talked if this misunderstanding hadn't happened.

"Oh," ms Mackin's voice woke me from my thoughts, a look of realization on her face. "Well, it seems as if Percy is Penny," she said. I gave her a confused look. What was she talking about? Did she just imply that Percy was a transvestite, or had I missed some major detail?

"Excuse me, but what?" I said.

"The mistake isn't that either of you have got the wrong room, it just seems as if Percy's name has happened to be misspelled somewhere along the road," ms Mackin said and shook her head at the computer screen, as if it all was the computer's fault.

"So what exactly will happen now then?" Percy asked.

"Well, since there's a lot happening today, and a lot of students are arriving, maybe it would be alright if you two could share the room just for this night? And we'll hopefully manage to fix it tomorrow, so that one of you will get another room. Would that work?" ms Mackin asked.

"Yeah, sure," Percy said. "Annabeth?"

"I suppose I don't really have a choice," I said with a shrug.

"Wonderful!" ms Mackin said and clapped her hands together, a smile on her lips.