HEY GUYS! So this is another story, but this time it's gonna be a chapter fix :) Hopefully you guys like it and there are some characters I had to create to fill in the gaps here and there. SORRY IF IT'S COMPLETE HADES!

REVIEW! Apollo will give you a ride in his BMW and 10 kisses if you do ;)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS! I won't specify what I do own here so...yeah :D

I just sit here in the extremely gigantic library that was my room.

Not kidding.

Bookshelves were placed almost on every corner or wall in the immensely vast room. A couple study desks had been cluttered with binders, folders, notebooks, files, self-help guides, and practically anything else to do with school or libraries.

So, where was the bed, the TV, the humongous walk-in closet, the bathroom, and all the other girly stuff?

Oh, of course I had all that (no arrogance intended). My closet was practically stocked with Armani, Versace, Gucci, Chanel, Ralph Lauren, Diesel, Anne Klein, Zara, Christian Dior, Dolce & Gabbana, Prada, Jimmie Choo (all courtesy of my step-mother, Queen Annalise Vonne Chase) and that's only the half of it.

The bed was a king-sized made of ebony with silver silk bedsheets, white, grey and silver pillows and a bunch of owl stuffies. The TV was a 150" plasma flatscreen, which took up three quarters of a wall, and the bathroom consisted of a shower, a hot tub and a bath tub with of course, your traditional sink and toilet.

I had almost everything. Almost. The one thing I didn't have...was a husband (groan).

And my parents were going to make that happen.

Annalise had already scanned the area for the perfect suitors, but I already had my pick.

Alex Sawyer, the son of Zeus and Prince of Olympus. By the sound of it, it seems like a very obvious decision. To add, he had striking sky blue eyes, wispy blonde hair and tan skin, he practically looked just like Apollo for the gods' sakes! His looks, however, didn't live up to his personality.

Alexander W. Sawyer was a total nerd at heart. He could read the Oxford American Dictionary–distractions included–in 10 minutes, the Oxford Thesaurus of English in 5 minutes, the whole Harry Potter series in 30 minutes, and lastly, he read 'In Search of Lost Time' by Marcel Proust in roughly a day. He aced all his subjects in college, received straight A's his whole life and finally, he earned his Bachelors in Architecture fair and square at the young age of twenty years old.

What else could I, geeky, nerdy Annabeth Chase possibly wish for?

Oh, yeah, for my nosy hell of a step-mom to stop poking in on my social life.

Annalise would've approved of Alex if ever she saw him before, but alas, her mind was set on Perseus Jackson, Prince of Atlantis and extremely annoying Seaweed Brain, as I liked to call him.

No good adjectives could I use to describe him. He hadn't graduated college nor has he even been to University, he hung out with Princes from the most absurd of kingdoms (e.g. The Underworld, Lemnos, Delos) and he was very irritating, especially around me.

Suddenly, a knock breaks the silence, followed by a voice that was my lady-in-waiting, Hazel Levesque.

"Annabeth? It's lunch and your parents are waiting in the dining hall." says Hazel.

I preferred to be called by her first name and only her first name. Being called 'Princess' or 'Lady' or 'Madame' or any of those cheesy names made me feel uncomfortable.

"I'll be down in a couple minutes." I call back. I hear Hazel's feet clicking on the marble, signaling her departure, and trail towards the mirror.

Unfortunately for me, my long blonde curls were a mess of gold tangles cascading down my back and my posture had been destroyed from all the slouching I've been doing for the past few hours.

I grab the nearest brush on the desk and use it to smooth out the curls until it fell down neatly over my shoulders. I fix my blouse and smooth my shorts down, attempting to smoothen out the wrinkles and creases.

"Eh, good enough." I say, contented, walk out the door and trudge down the horribly long staircase.

The staircase was made of polished marble, a bad contrast with my socks. I took deliberate steps going down, careful not to slip into a bloody death.

I groan, "Screw this, I'm getting down the faster way."

With my hands, I reach for the thick stair railing and mount myself on top. Now, I wasn't exactly allowed to do that, but it wasn't forbidden at least.

Being a pretty long staircase, the ride takes around a couple seconds until I get down. I hit the end and jump off, landing smoothly on my sock clad feet.

Having all the sudden hyperactivity (or was it the ADHD?) I start sliding across the polished floor, smiling to no one in particular. It's either you blame the ADHD or the eighteen year old spirit I have.

I continue sliding until I get to the patio, an open deck on a lake, now laid with what was supposed to be lunch.

If anything, the only thing there was rabbit food to me.

A frown washes over my face as I look at the dishes laid out.

There lays a long tray of Roka Salata, a traditional Greek salad my step mother loved, two large plates with vegetable enchiladas, a bowl of corn and carrots and lastly, carrot cake.

"Why do we–" I'm rudely cut off by Bobby and Matthew, who just so happen to run into the patio deck, drenched in only what I could think was water.

"Why are we eating rabbit food?" Bobby whines, pulling off his socks and wringing the cloth.

Annalise's eyes widen and she gawks at the brown haired boy. Actually, she seems to be gawking at both the twins.

"The both of you! What have you been doing?" she demands, standing up from her chair to call Chiron, the butler.

Chiron walks into the room, only to gape at the current state of the boys. He pulls them aside and gives Annalise an apologetic smile.

Fredrick Chase, my father, stands up from his chair and looks at Chiron. "What did they do now?" he asked coolly. Everyone was used to the boys' antics, well, everyone except Annalise herself.

I roll my eyes and walk towards my seat in the middle of the table, beside Bobby's and Matthew's.

Chiron cleared his throat. "I'm sorry m'lady, they've been playing with the naiads again. They fell into the lake just before I could catch them. If anything, I'm to blame." he spoke nonchalantly.

Dad looks at me. "You may start eating now, Annie." he says with a wink. I smile awkwardly in response, I hate being called that wretched name.

Annalise and Dad escorted the twins out of the room, leaving me and Chiron in the open Patio. I watch as they leave and drop the spoon I was unconsciously holding.

"Chiron?" I say. He looks at me in understanding and nodded. I shoot him a wide smile and run into the kitchen, leaving the food to be infested by the dragonflies wandering around.

The kitchen is huge, no joke. It practically takes up one-third of a floor and it's stocked with anything and everything.

There are about three or four chefs, four sous chefs, six waiters and then there are about seven other staff members I never bothered to know. Well, that sounded a little mean, but it's the truth.

I grip the silver handle of the fridge and pull it open, revealing the stock of leftovers we had from yesterday. A burrito catches my eye and I grab it from its plate, placing it in the microwave and setting the time to three minutes.

The red digital numbers on the timer change every second and I can only think of how long it will take until the delicious dish is completely heated. I groan and lean on the counter, hanging my head back and looking at the mural on the ceiling, which just so happens to be the painting Echo and Narcissus by John William Waterhouse. It still bothered me on how foolish Echo was to fall in love with such a man, but the painting reminded me to always choose my suitors wisely.

But Annalise had already chosen a suitor for me anyway.

I hear the microwave beep and I pull open the handle, taking the my heated lunch out from the device and setting it on a plate. The burrito steams in front of me, almost making me drool at how good it looks and I take a fork and slice a small portion of it, ignoring the fact that it was still hot as the food grazes on my tongue.

A small sigh escapes my mouth as I chew and I relish the moment of finally having some meat after three days of rabbit food.

I'm still savoring the burrito when suddenly, I hear the doorbell ring from the kitchen, followed by footsteps on the marble.

"Annabeth, someone's here to join us for lunch."

Hey guys! So I hoped you like this chapter. In my opinion, it's kinda boring, but hopefully it's just enough to make you guys like it :D I'll try to update soon, but we have tests coming out next week so...I'll try my best :)

Please review! ANNABETH WILL SHARE HER BURRITO WITH YOU IF YOU DO!