Complicated Disclaimer: We do not own any Percy Jackson or anything else that is Rick Riordan owns. I (Kimby) own the "idea" of Leila. AnnabethLuna decided to give Annabeth a little fun. Awesome!

I was sitting at the dining room table, calmly eating my breakfast like a normal person – well, as normal as a demigod can be – when Leila started shrieking.

"PERCY! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

With a sigh, I stood up, pushed my hair behind my ear, and washed out my cereal bowl in the sink as Percy came tearing into the room, holding a red plastic bucket. 'You'll never catch me!" he yelled back.

It was obvious what had just happened – though the whole bucket-of-water-over-the-head trick doesn't work quite as well on a child of Poseidon.

Ah, well.

I leaned against the counter, shoulder brushing lightly against Percy's. The dating thing was still new to us, but somehow, it came so much more naturally than anything.

With the clatter of a door banging into a wall, Leila whirled into the kitchen like a tornado. "Percy! You are so dead!"

"This is not my fault – you need to get up earlier." He stored the bucket carefully under the sink and smirked at Leila in that insufferable way he has.

"Whatever," said Leila, glaring, arms crossed over her chest, "but the next time you do that, you will pay."

Nico slid into the room like a professional skater (though the effect was somewhat spoiled by the fact that he almost banged into the counter on the way in), and asked, "What'd I miss?"

Poor Nico stumbled yet again as Leila shoved him away from the refrigerator with unnecessary force. I opened my mouth to make a comment about anger management and not taking her rage out on innocents, but then decided that that would just cause too much trouble that I would then have to deal with, so I closed my mouth again.

"Leila wouldn't get up," taunted Percy, "so I found a very effective way to get her out of bed."

"And by 'effective,'" Leila's glare was something to behold, "he means dumping a bucket of ice water on me."

"Well it worked." I smacked myself in the forehead as Percy threw Leila a cup. "So yeah, it was effective."

Nico snickered, and made things worse by high-fiving Percy. "Dude, you should have warned me – I would have dug out my camera!" I had to admit, her expression must have been priceless. And the video would have made excellent blackmail material. (Athena does always have a plan, though blackmail is only the backup)

"And what would you have done with the video, Nico?" The stress on Nico's name suggested that she would like to call him something much stronger.

For once Nico was thinking along the same lines as the Athena cabin. "Blackmail."

"Shut up." Leila drained her orange juice and crossed her arms again. "My bed is soaked!"

I decided to intervene. "Then you should get up earlier." Truthfully, I wouldn't mind if she always slept in; if I could watch something like this every morning, my life would be – never mind. I do not want to deal with this fiasco every morning.

"Traitor." Leila turned her death glare on me.

Unaffected, I shrugged. That glare had been directed at me so many times, it had lost its effect. Just to rub it in, I turned around and pressed my lips to Percy's cheek.

As Nico and Leila made retching noises, I just rolled my eyes and suggested we go.

"Already?" whined Nico. "We have tons of time!"

"Yeah, come on, it's only 7:15," added Leila.

I didn't want to take chances, though – not on the first day of school. "Yes," I said patiently, "but if we get attacked on the way" – always a possibility for demigods of our caliber – "that's really going to make us late if you plan to leave" –

"Fine, whatever," interrupted Leila with a panicked look in her eyes. I've learned that these three have an irrational fear of logic, and that when I get started on explaining something, they all just agree with me to avoid getting into a discussion. I've learned to use this to my advantage.

But as Leila reached out to grab her backpack, Nico stopped her, with a wicked smile on his face. "Oh, no," he said smugly. "We had a bet, remember? You have to carry a purse today since you lost."

Leila and I hate purses. Actually, for the most part, we hate anything girly, but we have an especially passionate hatred reserved just for purses. They're irritating. They cut into your shoulder and affect your normal walk. And you try fighting a monster with one of those abominations swinging around your arm! So making Leila wear a purse was probably the worst punishment she could endure. Short of disembowelment. Actually, I think she'd even prefer disembowelment.

But I decided not to mention that to Nico. Son of Hades, he might just take her up on it.

"You were serious?" Now she was attempting to weasel her way out of the bet, but that wasn't going to fly with Nico.

"Nice try. Go find a purse." Nico was enjoying this far too much.

"I don't own a purse." Did she really think that was going to get her out of it?

A second later, Nico's eyes brightened. "Maybe Annabeth can lend you one."

Was he implying that I would own a purse? Had I not been very clear with my hatred of the wretched things? "You really think I own a purse?"

"It was worth a try," sighed Nico.

Then, a thought struck me – my stepmother, in one of her many phases to try to get me into normal-teenage-girl things that didn't involve slaying monsters or designing temples, had bought me an orange purse, among other things. Most of these things somehow found their way into the garbage can or Goodwill, but I was pretty sure the purse was still stashed in the back of my closet. "Well, actually, I do have an orange one my stepmom gave me . . . I've never used it, though." I had to add that last bit, just so they didn't get the wrong idea.

"You're using that one," ordered Nico, elbowing her for good measure, and Leila just sighed and acquiesced.

But then, an evil gleam not dissimilar to Nico's appeared in her eyes, and she turned to face me. "Annabeth," she said in a singsong voice, "aren't you forgetting something?"

I knew what was coming, and bit back a curse – I'd hoped she had forgotten about that. Just my luck, she hadn't. "What?" I asked, as innocently as I could manage.

"Heels." I wanted to grab the finger pointing at my sneakers and twist it. "You have to wear them."

We hated heels almost as much as we hated purses. They were uncomfortable, irritating, and unnecessarily showy. Luckily, our athletic coordination ensured that we weren't tripping in them all day, making them not as inconvenient. Therefore, they were better than purses, and I was still getting the better end of the deal. That was the only good point in all of this.

"I can't believe you're making me do this," I grumbled, heading to the bedroom with her and slowly pulling off my comfortable shoes. Actually, I could. It was Leila Jackson we were talking about. Of course she was making me do this.

"Hey, I wouldn't be carrying a purse today if it wasn't for you," she said defensively. As if the bet was my fault!

'Trust me, Nico would have found a purse one way or another." With those words, I unearthed the orange one from far, far back in my closet, and handed it to her. She laughed, giving me the pair of heels that the two of us shared.

"Here we go," she taunted. "Aww, they even match your outfit."

Oddly, they actually kind of did – the flowers were in a similar color scheme to my magenta shirt. But I wasn't about to admit that. Instead, I responded with a similar jibe, "Well, so does your purse."

"My orange purse?" Leila looked disgusted. "I am not keeping this thing."

"At least I'm almost as tall as Percy now," I laughed, doing a quick spin in the heels. It had bothered me so much when he went on that random growth spurt and got so much taller than me. I had liked being taller than him.

"That's the spirit," said Leila, still laughing at me. Then she sobered up. "I want something to drink. Want to go to Starbucks since we have so much extra time?"

I grinned. I loved our girls-only Starbucks runs. "Hoping you would say that," I replied. I could go for something."

"No boys."

"Of course not." I smiled back at her.

As she quickly transferred her belongings, I told the boys where we were going and grabbed some money from the jar Sally left out for us for these sorts of excursions. "Ready?" I asked, when Leila had left her room. Her response was a cheeky grin, and together, we headed out of the house.

(A/N from Kimby: And so... it begins! Haha hope you guys liked it! I'll post the next one-shot in a few days. Remember to thank AnnabethLuna! She wrote Annabeth's POV-NOT me! And she's awesome soooo... THANK HER! Haha!)

Cafeteria scene is definitely next so until next time... ;)

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