A/N: Like a lot of people I have been sucked into the world of punk!Percy. So this is my version of this AU, I hope you'll like it (this is my first ever fanfiction) I will gladly take your comments, and constructive criticism is greatlyappreciated. (Notice how I bolded, italicized, and underlined greatly) Anyway I think this will be chaptered, but I am not interlay sure. Okay enough of my jibber jabber, on with the story
Chapter one: Acknowledgement is the first step
I have three weeks left of junior year and I still haven't had a girlfriend. Yeah I know, I know, it's a stupid reason to be upset; but when you actually like someone, it's kind of a downer. You see I like this girl named Annabeth Chase. She's a cute blonde-no wait cute is not the right word-she's a beautiful blonde, hair in ringlets like a princess, and stunning tan skin. I guess you could say California girl, but that would be very wrong because of her striking grey eyes.
I guess I should introduce myself, hi I'm Percy Jackson, and until a few weeks ago, nothing I did-and I mean nothing-to make Annabeth talk to me worked. I've tried everything: holding the door for her, carrying her books, buying her flowers, and even getting in trouble, more than once mind you, to try to make her call me an idiot for doing something so stupid-hey she'd at least be talking to me-to achieved my one and only goal for the last three weeks. Now call me obsessed, but you don't understand; the way her curls bounced as she ran to class the one time I made her late, how her grey eyes narrow and her brows furrow when she glares at me every time I do or say something rather stupid. Okay I guess I am a tiny obsessed. It's summer now, and I did not accomplish my goal of getting Annabeth to go out with me. I did, however, get her to talk to me. Although, it wasn't a full conversation. It pretty much went like this: I was in English, one of the three classes I have with her, and I went up to her seeing that she wasn't talking to her regular group of friends. So, taking the newfound opportunity, I walked up to her desk casually, and said a simple "hey".
She just gave me a skeptical look up and down. I became aware she was reading a book, so naturally I asked her what she was reading.
"Divergent" she said.
"Oh, that sounds…cool" I said unsure
"I know you don't read Percy." She said with an irritated sigh.
"Oh, umm, yeah, I-I was just-just trying to have a conversation." I said uncomfortably.
She rolled her eyes "whatever."
So as you can see, it didn't go to great, but she was talking to me.
One day I was lying on my bed, just thinking of ways I could get Annabeth to talk to me-not like that awkward conversation we had two weeks ago-and no ideas came to me; the ones that did where elaborate schemes that usually included spy attire. I finally got infuriated and grabbed my skateboard and went to the skate park to calm down a bit. When I got there I realized that I was the only one there dressed in colour, I was wearing what pretty much everyone at my school wears: my khakis with my pink, green, and white striped shirt from Hollister, kind of preppy you could say; the only thing that seemed to fit in with the crowd of boarders were my black high-tops and my unruly black hair. I got a few stares for the others, and a few choice names. That's when I understood, Annabeth didn't talk to me because I looked like everyone else a school, she must think I'm just like every other preppy boy there.
I need to change my look.