A/N: Okay, within the technicalities I would class this as Partly One-Sided Percabeth. All from Percy's P.O.V whilst he attends Goode High School, so this is set aa while fter BotL and quite a bit before TLO, if that helps.

Disclaimer: NO! I don't want to do this! I want to be in denial and think I own it! ... That can get me sued? Well... That sucks. *sigh* I don't own Percy Jackson... I'm going to go cry now D':

The Five Commandments of ' .Vaporise. .Teach': 1) Read my stories. 2) Enjoy them (I don't give you a choice :P). 3) *Optional* Review... Pwease? 4) *Again, Optional* Fave, maybe? :"). And 5) *NOT AT AAAALL OPTIONAL! NOT. ONE. BIT* If anyone figures out how to actually Vaporise my Maths Teacher, you must tell me!

Now on with the story!

Ugh, maths is so boring! And, to top that off, it's Monday and it's first period! Gods, my life sucks… Well, at least no monsters have attacked or tried to kill me lately…

Nope, I still have to go school! And I still have maths, my life still sucks- majorly, too.

I looked down in the direction of my maths book, not even looking at the equations, just in the direction of the book, and even doing that made my eyelids droop.

I had an easier maths book than the others in the class, so that my dyslexia wouldn't act up as much. I tried using one of the harder ones before and all those symbols and equations made my dyslexia go all haywire, so now I used this maths book because, since I was more familiar with those kinds of equations, my dyslexia didn't go all haywire again.

Was I grateful? Actually, I was. Did this mean I now enjoyed maths? Are you crazy?

Anyways, I decided I needed to get some work done, so I concentrated on the book and sighed as all the symbols and number slowly jumbled themselves up. I used trick that Paul had taught me, I took a deep breath and counted to ten, then looked at the page. It hadn't worked for all the sums, but I could work out what most of them were meant to be. So I picked up my pen and began writing.

I got through two or three sums (probably not getting the answers right, but at least I tried) and then began to lose concentration, thus leaving my dyslexia to take full control of my perception of the sums. I groaned inwardly and rubbed my face with my hands.

I took one look at my books and then looked at the book of kid in front of me and frowned. I couldn't see the pages that well; just that he had loads of work done.

Show-off.

I looked at the clock, only five minutes of class left. There was no hope left for me were the sums and mathematics were concerned, so I just decided to draw in my book a bit whilst looking at the textbook-y'know, make it look like I had done some more work, not something that would get me a Short-'n-Sour lecture off my teacher (the irony, her name was Mrs Dods-only one 'D'-which makes me a bit on edge when I'm around her, for obvious and some-what logical reasons. But this Mrs Dods was much, much nicer and I could actually under why someone would want to make her a 'Mrs').

I must have started daydreaming about something, although I couldn't remember what exactly, and stopped noticing the time because, all-of-a-sudden, I heard the school bell ring loudly, telling us to go to our next class, but I could still feel my right hand moving in a drawing motion.

"Oh, look at that, class! Sorry, I did not notice the time!" Mrs Dods apologised, a bit flustered. "If I have made you late for your next class just tell them it was my fault, okay?" The class nodded and a few kids made a chorus of "Yeah", "Yes, Miss" and "Sure". "Now pack away your things and be on your way, and have a great day, honeys!" I couldn't help but wince slightly as she used her End-Of-Class catchphrase and how she finished with the word 'Honey' it made me feel twelve again.

Anyways, I packed my pens and that away in my bag, but just as I was to zip my bag up after putting my maths book away in it, I remembered my drawing. It's probably all messy, anyway, nothing special to look at… I think. In the end (about four seconds later, really… My will-power is as weak as a twig…) I quickly pulled it out and opened it, curiosity getting the best of me, and scoured it for the page with my drawing on.

What I saw made my eyes bulge and made me take a very sharp intake of breath, which resulted in me coughing loudly and catching the attention of my friend Carter Kenas, who began walking over to me.

All of this because, on that page, taking up most of the space of the bottom left-hand corner, written in perfect Greek, and surrounded by an annoying amount of… love-hearts was one word.

Ανναμπεθ.

By now, Carter had reached me, looked over my shoulder and saw the doodle and whistled.

"Never knew you knew Greek, Perce, pretty cool! What does that mean? " He asked. "Although, with the love-hearts, I can only assume one thing, really…" he grumbled so quietly that, if had been but not one step back, I wouldn't have heard it.

But, because of my shock, I couldn't make myself stop from letting the word slip my lips.

"Annabeth." I said, feeling the blush rise on my cheeks and felt them begin to burn. "It means… Annabeth."

I have an idea. I might just write another chapter to this, where Annabeth finds this doodle, would you like to read this? Tell me please :D

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