Chapter 1

Being the new girl is nothing new for me. I've been moving about once a year since i was seven. This time, it's different. My parents said that we aren't moving again until i graduate. By that time, i'll be in college, so i'm perfectly okay with our arrangement.

Plus, we moved to New York City! *Insert Girly Squeal here*

Today is my first day of school at this place called Goode High School. I'm really excited because i've always wanted to go to high school. Let me explain. I've been homeschooled since i can remember. Goode will be my very first school experience. I loved staying at home, but i never really had many friends since i was at home all of the time.

As i walked in, i was enveloped by the feeling of actually being there. It was so exciting for me! I've seen so many TV shows about high school, and i can't wait! I'm going to join the totally uncool math team, become a popular cheerleader, fall in love, and all that jazz. I can't wait!

Then, the bell rang.

I rushed to the front office to try not to be too late for school. Luckily, i got a tour of the school yesterday, so i knew where some stuff was. Since i was an unexpected new kid, they had nothing to give me besides a planner, which i had to buy. Oh, well.

"Hi, Annabeth!" The secretary greeted me. "You here for your schedule?"

"Yes, Mrs. Lane," I replied, grinning. "Is it ready?"

She stood up and dusted off her pants as she waddled over to get my stuff. "It will be here in just a sec. You go sit down, okay?"

I followed her instructions and placed myself in one of the ten chairs that lined the wall of the office. I only waited five seconds before someone walked in the door.

"Hey, Rebecca!" The boy called out. He had midnight black hair that was spiked up in the front, giving it a slightly messy look. He had a few piercings on his face - one on his ear and another on his lip. I could only see the one side of his face, but that side looked extremely handsome with his blue eyes that reminded me of the ocean. He was holding a motorcycle helmet in his hand that was covered with a fingerless glove. He had no bag or anything else.

"Percy, what would Dr. Blofis think if he saw you like this?" Mrs. Lane - Rebecca - scolded, hand on her hips.

"Paul can shove it," Percy retorted as he smirked. He turned his attention to me. "What you in for?"

Rebecca rolled her eyes and rushed out from behind the counter. "No! Percy, you are not to mingle with Annabeth, you hear?"

"Um, WHy?" I quesitoned, but nobody heard.

"You new?" Percy asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, i just moved from San Frans-"

"I didn't ask where you were from; i just wondered if you're new," Percy interrupted.

I glared at him for being rude. "The answer is yes."

Mrs. Lane sighed and held out my schedule. "Here, Annabeth. You need any help getting to class? B105, correct?"

I glanced down at my schedule to see that was my first class. "Yep, that's it."

"Lucky you, Percy has that same class!" Rebecca beamed. "He can take you there!"

Percy laughed as if this was a great joke. "Oh, Rebecca, how you crack me up! You know i don't go to first block ever."

"THis can be your first time!" Rebecca exclaimed. "Now, get out of here, you two!"

I scurried out of the office with Percy on my tail. He wasn't as fast as i was, though. I rushed to find my locker, which was luckily right beside the office, only two down or so. I huffed in annoyance as Percy went to the locker two down from mine before stalking off. I slammed my locker shut with a loud bang.

"Where are you going? I'm pretty sure our class isn't that way!" I called after him.

"You heard me earlier, Wise girl," Percy replied. He stopped and turned to face me. "I don't go to first block ever. I'm not going to start now just because Rebecca told me to."

"Well, you should! Don't you care about your grades?" I'm guessing that Percy was the bad boy of the school. I've heard about them but have never met one.

"HAve you ever been to school, wise girl?"

I shook my head. "No, this is my first time."

"Seriously?" He gaped. "YOu've never been to high school before?"

At this, i blushed and shrugged. "I was always homeschooled."

"Well, around here, i'm the bad boy. I do what i want, when i want. I don't do what others tell me to do, got it?"

I was right! "Um, okay, but you really should go to class. WHy'd you even show up if you're just going to leave?"

Percy frowned. "Because i left my wallet here yesterday. Did you not see me drop by my locker?"

"Yes, um, i saw it, but-"

"Just stop talking!" He commanded.

This time, i frowned at him. "Excuse me, but you cannot just talk to me like that!"

Percy marched up to me, holding a finger to my lips. "God, do you ever just stop fucking talking?"

"That is incredibly rude!" I shouted. "And don't cuss!"

"Sweetheart, i can do what i want to."

"You can't cuss around me," I told him, crossing my arms.

An amused expression crossed his face as he pulled his finger away. "Oh really?" i nodded. "F-"

"Fairy."

He smirked. "D-"

"Dinosaurs."

"S-"

"Syrup."

"P-"

"Pineapple."

"B-"

"Baboon."

Percy chuckled. "YOu're good at that."

I smiled, proud of myself. "Yes, i do it when people on the TV cuss, too. I don't like it when people cuss."

"Well, you're going to have to get over it," Percy retorted.

"Why?"

"Because i'm still not going to fucking class."

Oh, bubbles.