Good at Good High

I do NOT own PJO because I am not a middle aged man. I am a teenage girl who is addicted to Olympians. When Rick Riordan goes insane and claims to be an African-American teenage girl, I'll let you know. Until then, I own nothing.

Annabeth's POV

I walked in the door of my new school. "Goode High," the sign read. Underneath, some perverted students had etched in, "Where some are high, and others are bi." I rolled my eyes and continued down the hallway. I got my schedule and locker info. I was headed for locker 348 when I heard, "Nico! Go long!" A raven-haired teen ran past me, doing double, triple takes, trying not to run into anything or anyone, while still figuring out the football's destination. The pigskin flew through the air and the boy, whose name is probably Nico, caught it in his gut and was hurled backwards into another set of full lockers. Two other boys came running up to him, each with black hair, an inch or two off from six feet. The slightly shorter one was dark skinned and his hair was buzz cut, clinging to his scalp. He had dark brown eyes and was on crutches. The other one had slightly tanned skin, like he had been out in the sun, but was in the water the whole time. His hair was unkempt and hung lazily in front of his face. For most boys, that would just look like he didn't know how a comb worked, but for him, it looked more natural, like the comb didn't want to work. The hypnotizing thing was his eyes. A deep sea green, like emerald orbs. The two helped the Nico boy up from his bone crushing dilemma.

"Whoa, Nico, sorry. Just wanted to make sure my lil' cousin could handle a 50 yard pass. Lots of seniors trying out this year, just making sure you can handle it." His voice was like the ocean, like listening to a conch shell you find on the shore.

"Dude, that was epic! If I weren't on sticks again, I would definitely try out this year! Why don't you try out for me, Perce? Obviously you can pass, I know you can run and catch a ball. It's weird; you're a junior and have never tried out for football in your life." So the green-eyed one was named Perce. Isn't that short for Percy or something?

"Nah, Grover, football's just not my thing. A bunch of sweaty guys in dirty uniforms jumping you 'cause of a strip of pigskin? No thanks, I'll pass." And the one on crutches was named Grover. I was still surveying the scene when two hands closed around my eyes, temporarily blinding me.

"Guess who!" I smiled when I realized I wasn't being attacked by a perverted high schooler. I'd know that voice anywhere. I removed the hands from my face and turned around to find a girl with jet black hair that had been cut bob-style in the back, and long bangs on each side of her face that went down past her shoulders. She had electric blue eyes and a slight array of freckles on each cheek.

"Thalia!" I hugged my old friend who I hadn't seen in about 3 months since she left New York to stay with her mom in Connecticut last summer. "I've missed you so much! How's the Constitution State?"

"Oh, you know, constitutional. So uh, whatcha looking at over there? You seemed pretty engrossed in those dark-haired angels when I came up." I turned around to find a smirking friend.

"The green-eyed one threw a football at the one without crutches and their names are Percy, Grover, and-"

"Nico! Hey, di Angelo, get your butt over here!" I stared at her, confused, and she called the black-eyed boy over to us. "NICO! Don't pretend you can't hear me! Get over here and bring Grover and Percy, too! I want you to meet the blond chick!" All three guys piped up and jogged over to us. I was still confused until I remembered Thalia used to go to this school for a few months at the end of last year. She probably already knew these guys.

"Guys, this is Annabeth. Annabeth, these are Soul Eater, Death the Kid, and Aqua man. No, their real names are Nico, Grover, and Percy, but Nico's freaking emo-"

"I am not! I like black clothes and don't like group things. I don't cut myself, praise warlocks, or wear eyeliner, so lay off, Grace!" (A/N: I sincerely apologize to every true emo person reading this, I didn't know what emo people really do, so I made some stuff up. Not trying to be stereotypical, please forgive me)

"Whatever. Grover's always injured and is halfway dead, and Perseus loves the ocean more than he loves air." I giggled like a prep and turned to the green-eyed hypnotist. Then I mentally slapped myself. Annabeth Chase does NOT giggle.

"Don't call me Perseus. And so I like water, big whoop. At least I'm not obsessed with electricity." Percy stared at me with those big green orbs. "Thalia, she would scare Benjamin Franklin. The girl is nuts. Pyromaniac. Suicidal. She stuck a fork in an electricity socket. I mean, I've done that once, but I was three. This was a right before school ended last year!"

I turned to my apparently psychotic friend. She rolled her eyes.

"Percy's just trying to scare you. I jammed a fork in the socket 'cause I like the color blue, not because I'm obsessed with fire. Plus, I got away with it, so no regrets here." I rolled my eyes at my black clad friend. I was always jealous of Thalia's style. She wore a black leather trench with a black wife beater underneath and a tattered, acid wash tiered gray mini skirt. (A/N: picture's on my profile) She wore gray low converse that she'd colored in class when she was bored. I noticed Nico had been staring at her for awhile and smirked a little. Nico saw and his face turned pink. I was gonna like these guys.