AN/ First PJO Fic. I've been working on this plot since I was like 12, but my writing sucked then, so here I am now. I'm going to save the blabbing for later. Enjoy. Or don't. I get it if you don't like it. Reminder: AU NO DEMIGODS. Or idk where this plot line may take me.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story rightfully belong to Rick Riordan. Who probably keeps it locked away in a safe. SOMEONE GET ME A STETHESCOPE AND A PLANE TICKET TO BOSTON.

August, 2000

Their school was big on blood. Annabeth was not.

Just hearing Mrs. Gaboldon talk about their annual blood drive and how it benefits their community made her nauseus. Or maybe it was the fact that the Percy Jackson was sleeping on the lab stool next to mine dooming them as lab partners for the rest of the year was responsible.

He drools when he sleeps.

Mrs. G kept blabbing about the class syllabus and everything they'd be covering this year like the rest of the teachers have been doing all day. The first day of school scent was still hanging thickly in the air and personally, Annabeth was done with this shit. High school. She couldn't wait to go to college in anywhere that wasn't here, but she had the rest of junior year and then my dad agreed to move her back to their beloved home in San Fransisco.

Spoiler/ He broke that promise, but Annabeth spent all of junior year yearning for it. He broke it like Ethan would come to break her heart. He broke it like every other one anyone ever made\\end spoiler.

She was jolted back from my daydreams of Californian beaches- and guys that aren't Percy Jackson- by a hand waving in my face that belonged to none other than Percy Jackson.

"Bell rang about a few minutes ago," He said.

"Great."

Percy looked baffled that she hadn't assaulted him for not telling her earlier or proposing to get married or something. She leave stricken Percy to be late to lunch, but Annabeth couldn't do that. Especially not on the first day of school. Not with a best friend like Thalia Grace.

"ANNIE, YOU'RE LATE," Thalia's voice boomed over me. Her voice however was more like ha-ha-I-have-something-to-rub-in-your-face.

But she did.

The rule at their treacherous school was eight chairs per table, but there were 9 people in their particular friend circle. The last one to arrive on the first day of school is doomed to be the ninth, risking in being caught by Ms. Dobbs. However, the battle is mostly only between Annabeth and Thalia as their classes this year were the farthest from the cafeteria.

"It's okay, Anna. You can sit here, I'll go sit somewhere else," Suggested Selina. Thalia gave a scoff and Annabeth forgot to cringe from the nickname Selina had given her.

"It's alright, you don't have to sit with those bitches." Annabeth rolls her eyes at the table where Rachel and Selina's sisters sat.

"I'm not going to." Her grin could have lit up the dingy cafeteria with absolutely no good lighting and every other one in the country.

"Selina and Beckendorf together, now."

"I told you, call him Charlie." Selina was practically gone already.

"When did that happen?" Annabeth's eyes followed behind her to the table Selina had just moved to seated with many different species of douches, including the douche, who meets her eye and smirks- no, smiles. Annabeth laughed at herself. Percy Jackson doesn't smile. He just lifts up a corner of his perfect mouth and raises his eyebrows in the most douchey way possible.

"Sometime over the summer, I guess." Thalia's voice trailed off as she looked over to the table across the cafeteria as well. "No. Absolutley not, Annabeth Chase. He is off limits to you."

"According to whom?"

"To you when you set the rules and don't say whom, it makes you sound old."

"Wait, who are we talking about?"

"The Percy Jackson."

"Hell no. No. You know I would never."

"Then why are you looking at him like you want him in-?"

"I am not!" But she turned to look at him once again.

"Annabeth, hon, that look in the purrrrr-ty little eyes of your's begs to differ."

"Just drop it, Thals." Annabeth blushed because it was true; The Percy Jackson was still looking at her and she couldn't help that. What would her mother think? Interacting with him in class was enough for her mom to blow up. At least she was on the other side of the world.

Lunch went on as normal and tales of terrible teachers and the okay ones were exchanged, but Annabeth couldn't join in nor stop looking over her shoulder.