DISCLAIMER- I don't own PJO. Otherwise would've kept everyone alive.
Chapter 1- Seeing him
3785- The Chase Household
Well hello there. My name is Annabeth Chase and I am so pleased to meet you. Well, who am I kidding? Dammit, this stuff is fake. I should tell you about me to be a 'proper lady' and then, I do that for the suitors already so what's the difference? I'm stuck in housewife training until I wed my fiancé, Luke Castellan. Yes, he's rich. Yes, he's handsome. But in the history books, I heard you could decide who you marry! And that you could marry for love… somewhat like the cheesy stories in fairy tales. I wouldn't mind that.
"Annabeth, sweetheart! Wake up! Breakfast is ready!" I hear my mother, Athena call. I groan and shift around, trying to get rid of my droopy eyelids. Jesus, the gods couldn't do me a small favour today and let me sleep in. I swiftly get dressed and walk down the stairs. Before my parents can lecture me, I straighten my back and slide into my chair.
"Good morning," I mumble half-heartedly. My dad, Frederick, begins going on about another revolt from women and how disgusting and stomach-churning it is. I just nod along, half listening.
"Oh, and sweetie?" I glance up. "Luke will be joining us for dinner today, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour. I worked very hard for this engagement you know. You should feel extremely lucky to be marrying this young man."
Yes father." I say obediently through gritted teeth. I excuse myself from the table to read until the 'exciting' housewife training.
"I don't care Kevin… I will love you forever and ever." Kate's last words rung in Kevin's head as he sobbed on the fourth anniversary of her death. Four years… without her kisses, cooking and laughter. Without her. Each day was more and more excruciating. A pain like no other. He held the gun to the temple of his head with tears running down his cheeks.
"I'm sorry Kate. I love you." He whispered and a gunshot rang through the valley. Kevin crumpled to his knees, his once immaculate suit soaked with his blood. And now… they were together forever, with nothing to part them.
I shut the book. How dare the author kill my couple? Eh, at least they're together now. I set it down on the coffee table and walked to my room to pre-pick my dress for tonight. Something daring as a stand against my parents. One of the last.
Dinner was boring, to say the least. Not quite as boring as training, but boring. Dad and Luke talked about finances and blah. I couldn't care less. Mother was chatting vividly on the phone with Aunt Artemis from the muffled wails about how horrible it is in jail and lectures about wisdom. I sat there, twiddling my thumbs and trying not to make eye contact with Luke or Dad.
"Please excuse me," My dad nodded, not once taking his eyes off Luke. I sighed and slammed the door on my way out.
I slightly bent over the railing, enough to let the breeze hit my face and ruffle my hair slightly. I was lost in my train of thought when I heard shouting and gunshots. From the view from my balcony, I could see a handsome and athletic green-eyed stranger running from two policemen. I watched with interest as he took them down with ease. When he was done, he winked at me. HE. WINKED. AT. ME. Without thinking, I frowned and flipped the middle finger at him. I could hear faint rings of his laughter as he ran off into the night. What. Just. Happened?