Hello, its PercyJacksonLover202 with another story. This one is called Opposites Attract. A shout out to VictoryD for the idea, thanks so much! Here's the first chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

Chapter 1

Percy's P.O.V.

I heard my door opened, and I opened my eyes, rapidly blinking to get used to the light. "Come on Percy, its time for school. The first day of your junior year. Aren't you excited? You get to see Nico again!" My mom said excitedly. One of my best friends, Nico di Angelo, had gone on a vacation to Greece for the whole summer.

I slowly crawled out of bed. My mom rolled her eyes, and tugged me up. "Let's go mister. Move it. I made pancakes." She informed me, and I perked up. "Pancakes? Why didn't you say so?" I playfully scolded her, running into the kitchen to grab my pancakes. After wolfing the down the yummy pancakes, I walked back to my room to get changed.

I went into the bathroom, staring at the mess which was my hair. I grabbed my comb and started to work.

I just put on a tight fitting, green t-shirt and skinny jeans. Stuffing my feet into my black vans, I hurried back into the kitchen, grabbing my backpack and phone. "Gotta go, see ya mom." I called, and she waved. I slung the backpack over my shoulder, opening the door, and walking out to my car. I could finally drive to school now that I have my licence.

Climbing into my blue Prius, I drove silently to school. Arriving, I parked, and hopped out. Just as I shut the door, a billion girls flocked around me. "Hi Percy, how are you?" One of them asked. "Good, I gotta go. See you around." I replied, hurrying off. Entering Goode, I looked around for Nico and Grover, my other best friend.

Not seeing them, I just headed to the office to get my locker and its combination. I entered the office. A middle aged lady with auburn hair pulled into a bun looked up at me. She pulled open a drawer, and handing me a slip of paper.

Staring at it, I headed towards my new locker. Just as I was about to reach my locker, I bumped into someone. I knocked the person's books out of their hands. "Oops, sorry." I crouched down, collecting the books, and handing them to the person. I finally looked at the person and saw intelligent grey eyes staring back at me. Oh... it was Annabeth Chase, the nerd. "Um, there are your books." I muttered.

She muttered a thank you, hurrying to my locker. Wait... my locker? Oh, her locker was right next mine. I opened my locker, putting in all of my books.I glanced at Annabeth. She was absorbed in this book called, inaamgz ciarheturect? No, it read, Amazing Architecture. Stupid dyslexia. "So, um, you like architecture." I noted. She looked up from her book, blushing when she saw that it was me. Ugh, please do not tell me that I have another fan girl. Or fan club.

"Yeah, do you?" Her grey eyes sparkled with happiness when she asked the question and I didn't want her to feel sad when I told her that I didn't, so I chose the logical answer. "Yes, I like it. A lot." I mentally slapped myself for adding that. She looked even more happy, if that was possible. " Cool, do you know about Eclecticism of Taste and Style?" She questioned.

I just stared at her. "What?" I asked her. "You know, eclecticism in architecture?." She prompted."Um, another hint?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. "Selecting aspects of diverse historical styles from new and acceptable compositions." She looked at me. "Yeah, totally." I nodded like a bobble head, even though I had no idea what the heck she was saying.

She just gave me an amused look. To bad she's a nerd, I'd date her if she was a jock or something other than a nerd, I thought to myself. I can't let her get too close to me, because if she does, I'll break her heart, so I have to stay cold for her sake. I stopped grinning and gave her a cold look. She flinched back, and I felt really bad.

"W-why are you s-staring at me like that?" She stuttered. I snorted. "I can't be seen hanging around with you." I snapped and she looked hurt and puzzled. "Why not?" She asked. "Because you're a nerd, and jocks and nerds don't mix very well." I told her, grabbing my books, slamming my locker, and striding away.

Annabeth's P.O.V.

Beep, Beep, Beep.

I slowly got out of bed, and my eyes opened. I glanced at the clock, 6:00. Okay, I had an hour. I quickly went downstairs to scarf down a bagel, then I went back up to my room, changing into a grey t-shirt and jean shorts. Grabbing my Adidas shoes, I put them on, then going into the bathroom to brush my honey blonde hair. After I had finished making it silky, I grabbed my backpack and exited the house, getting into my car.

I quickly drove to school because the earlier the better. I parked, got out, and rushed to the office, and then my backpack ripped. "Dammit." I swore, taking all of my books and journals out of my backpack, and throwing my empty backpack into the garbage can. Opening the office door with difficulty, I saw Mrs. March sitting at the desk.

"Hi, locker number?" I asked, and she just handed me a slip of paper. Thanking her, I walked out, checking the paper to see where my locker was. Just as I was getting to my locker, I bumped into someone and the person accidentally knocked all the books and journals out of my arms. "Oops, sorry." The person muttered, crouching down and I saw that it was a guy.

He handed the books to me and finally looked into my eyes. I saw piercing green eyes staring at me. It was Percy Jackson, the jock, captain of the swim team, basketball team, and soccer team. "Uh, there are your books." He muttered. I quickly thanked him, heading towards my locker, stuffing all my books in it except my Amazing Architecture book.

To be honest, Percy was really cute, and every time I looked at him I blushed. Stupid blushing. I opened my book, reading it until I heard a voice. "So, um, you like architecture." Someone said. I looked up to see Percy. I'm pretty sure I blushed. "Yeah, do you?" I replied. He looked really conflicted before he answered. "Yes, I like it. A lot." And then he winced.

I brightened even more on that. I didn't even think that Percy could even understand architecture. "Cool, do you know about Eclecticism of Taste and Style?" I asked. He just looked at me, blankly. "What?" He looked confused. I thought he liked architecture? That was the first thing he should've learned. "You know, eclecticism in architecture?" I queried, hoping to jog his memory.

"Um, another hint?" He asked and I rolled my eyes. He was lying, I decided. "Selecting aspects of diverse historical sites from new and acceptable compositions." I told him. "Yeah, totally." He nodded like a bobble head. I just stared at him, amused. He put on a thinking face and for 10 seconds he just stood there thinking. Then he looked at me, the grin slipping off his face and a cold expression replacing it.

I flinched back. What the heck? Why did his expression change so quickly? "W-why are you s-staring at me like that?" I asked fearfully. He snorted and I felt hurt. "I can;t be seen hanging around you." He snapped at me and now I was confused and hurt, not a very good emotion combination. "Why not?" I questioned. "Because you're a nerd, and jocks and nerds don't mix very well." He growled, grabbing his books, slamming his locker, and walking at a faster pace than normal away from me.

Wow, Percy is being very... I don't even know how to describe what he's feeling. I hope that this seems like an interesting fanfic, I'll try and update tomorrow! :)

-PercyJacksonLover202