A/N: Most of these will be centered around headcanons that I have found online. This is my first time trying anything like this so please review and tell me what you think. Also, this first chapter is not the best. I think the next one, which I have already wrote, is better, so please if you don't like this one, at least try the other one before just writing my stories off.

Today started out the same, with the popular girls trying to trip me and trying to make me feel inferior. "Oh look at Annabeth, the nerd. Look how she doesn't talk to anyone and how she always has a frown on her face. Come on Annabeth, you have to smile. If you don't smile, no boy will want to marry you and then where will you be?" Contradictory if you ask me. They just called me a nerd but then also implied I had no skills when they said I would have to marry someone to ever get through life. If it was anyone that didn't have any life skills, it would be them.

Sometimes, I wished that I could diss them back. I knew my witty comments would leave them stumped, but I didn't want to upset my dad. He had moved all the way to New York to be with me again. It had taken a lot out of him and his family to move here and I appreciated them doing it for me. Me getting in trouble for mouthing of to the children of the people who sponsored the school would make my dad severely disappointed in me. Then there was the other option, my fighting skills. Those would definitely inspire some fear in them. But no, Chiron always emphasized never fighting mortals, because they were never worth it.

All this went through my brain as I walked to my locker to get the materials I needed for my first block class, English. There was not much the school could teach me of course, but I had to put up a facade. And maybe, just maybe, one of the teachers could teach me something. Just maybe. Nevertheless, if I wanted to be an architect, I had to be on top of my studies. It was very difficult for me because of my ADHD and dyslexia, but somehow I managed. If a daughter of Athena couldn't manage school, then who could?

At my locker, the current news reached my ears. There was a new boy coming to my school, more specifically, my grade, and he was hot. H-O-T according to Jessica, who occupied the locker next to me. I snorted. Whether or not the boy was hot, it didn't matter, because when it came down to it, my boyfriend was the hottest. Percy Jackson. The best boyfriend a girl could ever ask for. Caring, brave, … My thoughts were interrupted by someone calling my name.

"Hey Annabeth. You think the new boy will take notice of you?" Without waiting for an answer, Lauren continued. "I don't think so. I mean with me in this school, who would ever notice poor old Annabeth in the corner?" She cackled with her cronies in the middle of the hallway. "No. Of course not. Annabeth, it's best that you stick to Brian over here." She gestured to a nerdy kid with glasses who flushed when he met my eyes.

No matter how many times that I would show a picture of Percy and me, together, they wouldn't believe me. Photoshop they claimed. Whatever. In a couple of years, I would be rich and successful and they would probably be working in a fast food chain, wearing sleazy outfits.

Nevertheless, I contemplated the new boy as I walked to my class, alone. I wanted to know whether he was a scholar or one of the rich kids. One of the most important lessons that I have learned is that one should never judge a book by its cover. Like that one time, there was this one book… Nevermind, I'm going off topic. ADHD, remember? Just because the new guy was hot, doesn't mean that he was a rich kid. Okay, I better explain.

There are two types of "classes" that one can fit into when one goes to the prestigious Starbright Academy. There are the rich kids, of course. The ones whose parents sponsor the school. Most of them are stuck up, except a minor few who actually have common sense. Then the other "class" we have is the scholars. Students that worked hard to get their position in the school. They all had to take an entrance exam to get accepted… for the interview. And that entrance exam was hard for me, which is saying a lot. The school is even harder for the scholars because one failing grade might mean getting kicked out or not receiving scholarship money, and for most of them, that is something they can simply not afford. So it goes without saying that all the scholars were very studious, including me. The rich kids, on the other hand, fail or not, they would continue going to the school. They did have to take the entrance exam, but it didn't count. Some of them probably even handed in blank tests.

Back to the new kid. If he was scholar, there may be some hope for him to be a decent person. The entrance exam would be even harder this year according to grade level, and he was coming halfway through the school year, meaning the test would also have material from what we learned so far in school. If he was a rich kid, he probably wouldn't even know my name. That didn't stop me from trying to figure out which so called caste he belonged in. Another one of my flaws. I am way too curious for my own good. I have to have all the information, whether it matters or not. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it hadn't killed me yet.

English, as uneventful as always. There was a group project coming up, and of course that meant the usual scramble for the rich kids to snag themselves a scholar to do all the work. Most of the time, actually all the time, this never worked. The scholars were much too smart to be gullible. They grouped themselves together. However, sometimes the teacher picked groups and that was when the trouble started.
No matter what the scholars said, the teachers were powerless to do anything about the rich kids slacking off. Their parents were rich and they were the puppeteers to the teacher's puppets.
This project was simple, and efficient. The teacher had told us to choose a partner, and the rest of the criteria would be explained later. I would probably choose my usual partner of Ella, and go on from there.

I was heading to my usual seat in the corner of the cafeteria when my ears perked up as I heard someone talking about the new boy. Hoping out to finally figure out whether he was a scholar or not, I started sidling up close. No useful information. All the girls seemed to be talking about is how hot the boy was and all the boys talked about was why the girls thought the boy was so hot. Jealous fools. If only Percy was here, he would be laughing with me. The only new tidbit of information I seemed to learn was how the student population even figured out what the boy looked like. Patty, the principal's (you guessed it) stuck up daughter was had managed to convince her dad to show her a photo so she could "know who the boy was on sight and help him around school." Honestly, I was surrounded by retards. How I missed my friends at Camp Half-Blood.

So, I may have been exaggerating a little bit. Most of the mortals are pretty nice people and are often fun to hang around with. As long as they weren't popular kids of course. It's just that, after being on so many adventures, trying to save the world, it's hard to connect to people outside of camp. The campers understood what she was going through, and more importantly, they were all driven.

I sat down at my usual lunch table when the whispers increased in fervor. "He's coming"could be heard being repeated all around. How they knew the boy was walking towards the lunchroom was beyond me. I looked down and started reading. No need to waste my precious time waiting for a boy most likely to be another rich kid.

A minute passed.

And then…

Pin drop silence.

Not a single word.

The uproar started. "Danggg… Look at those muscles. Look at that jaw. Those eyes…" Girls all over the cafeteria were swooning. The boys were probably trying to size the newcomer up. I didn't care. I would figure out his class sooner or later. Right now, all I wanted to do was read. After all, I was at the climax of the book.

But I couldn't block everything out. Lauren's simpering voice could be heard. "My name is Lauren but you can call me whatever you want, hot stuff." I mentally gagged. Seriously? Hot stuff? I kept looking down at my book.

Then, I heard his voice. "I already have a girlfriend."

My jaw dropped open. My eyes slowly trailed up the book, and then over. And the book landed to the floor with a thud. I jumped up from my street and whispered, "Percy…"

Patty had just started saying, "Oh come, it's not like she goes to this school…" when I cut her off with my scream.

"PERCY!" I sounded almost gleeful.

At the back of my head, I stored away details. How Lauren and Patty were hanging off Percy's shoulders and giving him sugary smiles. How they must have the first two up from their seats to greet the new boy. How there was a throng of girls encircling him. Payback would come later.

For now, I focused on Percy's face. How he seemed to perk up at my voice. How he frantically searched through the room to find me. How his face seemed to light up when his eyes finally landed on me. How he got the twinkle in his eye that he only gets with me. How his smile, the one reserved for me, come on his face. How his entire being just called to me. How he absentmindedly pushed through all the girls and stretched his arms wide open for me.

Because with that one scream, I had started running. And it may have been cliche, and I would probably laugh afterwards, but it had been far too long. One night without him was too long. I was breathless. And so I ran.

Straight into his arms.

Percy picked me up and swung me around for a good minute, laughing, before finally setting me down. He said my name, "Annabeth," like a prayer, before finally kissing me.

And in the back of my brain, I stored away one last detail for later. All the dumbstruck faces of every single person in the whole cafeteria. It was priceless.

And with that, I closed my eyes, and enjoyed the little piece of heaven that I had received.

I don't know how long we stayed that way. Time lost all meaning. Somewhere along the way, I had dragged Percy to my table and started with the questions. First and foremost, "How did you get into the school? I barely passed the entrance exam!"

And in true Percy-like fashion, he replied, "All I had to do was imagine my goal. You."

I didn't eat my lunch that day. But it was worth it.

A couple days later, every single girl in the school (and all the gay boys) received a note. It simply read, "Keep your hands and eyes off of Percy Jackson. He is mine." It was signed Annabeth Chase.

And a few days later, a couple girls (*cough cough* Lauren. *cough* Patty. *cough*) went to the nurse's office with a couple pains, complaining that Annabeth had judo-flipped them. All the nurse could say was, "Should have kept your hands and eyes off Percy then." After all, the nurse was a demigod too.

That same day, when walking out of the front door, Lauren and Patty fixed Annabeth with death glares that would have struck down any human.

Annabeth just shot a glare back, one that could have taken down a God, before saying, "Deal with it," and walking away with a laughing Percy.

From that day forth, no one messed with Annabeth. Nobody dared to hold romantic feelings toward Percy, even if he became the most athletic and hottest boy in the school. Strictly off-limits. The whole school had agreed on one rule, Never lay your eyes on Percy Jackson.

Headcanon: One day at school Annabeth heard that there was a new student. Then, when Annabeth was walking down the hallway she saw a group of the meanest girls in school crowding around a boy. When she got closer, she realized it was her Seaweed Brain. When Percy saw her, he pushed right past the other girls. Annabeth jumped into his arms and Percy spun her around. He set her down and they kissed. Everyone stared surprised, quiet bookworm Annabeth had a really hot boyfriend. Annabeth asked him how did you get into this school, the entrance exam was really hard and I barely passed it. Percy then simply replied that all he did was think about getting to see her everyday.

A/N: So that is the end of the first chapter. I have updated this chapter at least four times to change mistakes and whatnot. Anyways, please review. To an aspiring writer on this forum, they are pure gold.