Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson Series… even though I wish I did.

A/N: This is my Second fic, constructive criticism is accepted and highly appreciated, but if you don't like the story, don't read it.

-GabbyGonz

Percy POV

High School. The worst 4 years of your life. I was in the middle of my history classroom, looking out the window, when I saw it. A "she", actually. The girl looked like she had been crying because her eyes were all puffy. She was actually really pretty. She had stormy gray eyes, flowing, blonde hair with a gray streak running through it. Wait a second…. With a gray streak running through it! I knew that girl! I had a streak just like it after holding up the sky. And, as a matter of fact, she was my girlfriend, Annabeth Chase.

"Mr. Jackson?" My teacher, Ms. West (A/N I made the name up) said.

"Yes?" I asked, snapping back into reality.

"Is everything alright?" she asked.

"Actually…" I had to go outside and see what was wrong with her. "I stabbed myself with my pencil. May I go was it off in the bathroom?"

"Are you bleeding?" She asked.

"Yes. Loads!" I replied, knowing it would get me out of the classroom.

"Hurry along then." She said quickly, turning pale. Ms. West hated blood.

Thank the Gods there were no security guards patrolling the back entrance to the school. I opened the door and hurried outside, towards the girl. She was still in the same spot, her face buried in her hands, crying uncontrollably.

"Annabeth?" I asked. Annabeth looked up at me. It was so good to see her.

"Percy?" She whispered. She ran up to me and flung her arms around my neck. I hugged her back. But, this hug seemed more passionate than others; as if I was the only thing she had left.

She buried her face in my shoulder and began crying again. I stroked her hair, trying to comfort her. After she calmed down, I pulled away to look at her face. Those stormy gray eyes were looking at me with an expression that I couldn't spell out. Pain, Sadness, Excitement, all mixed into one. She had a deep gash on her right cheek, as if she had just came from a battle. She was dressed in her orange Camp Half-Blood shirt with her clay-beaded necklace on; along with the owl earrings I had given her for her 16th birthday. We were 17 now, together for a year, and I have to say, it has been the best year of my life.

"What happened?" I asked, holding her chin up to get a better look at her cut.

"Camp Half-Blood is under attack. Hades sent a dozen Hellhounds in search of Nico." She said quietly. She was weak, and needed to rest. "Chiron told me and Grover to find help. So far, I haven't found anyone except you."

"Why is Hades looking for Nico?" I asked, desperate for information. But, Annabeth was weak; I needed to get her home.

"Do you think you can walk to my house from here, it's only a few block down?" I asked.

"With your help, I think I can." She said with a smile. Gods how much I loved her! I put my arm around her waist, and her arm around my neck. I pulled her close, never wanting to let her go. We headed towards my house.

"So how have you been?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"Better. My dad got a job offer in Canada (A/N: Don't know why I chose CAN) But I told him I didn't want to go, so I am staying in Camp Half-Blood all year round." She said. "How about you?"

"My Mom is great. She's happy, especially now that her and Paul are engaged. Me, better now that I'm with you." I smiled, looking at her. She smiled back.

We arrived at my apartment, but I had to use the spare key, since I had left my backpack in the classroom. Remember, I was going to the "bathroom". I opened the door and walked inside.

"Mom? Paul?" I called. No answer. "Guess no one is back from work yet." I helped Annabeth to the couch, and went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth to clean her gash. I also grabbed a bit of Nectar and Ambrosia from the first aid kit.

"Here, drink this." I said, handing her the Nectar and Ambrosia. I cleaned her gash while she did so, sitting beside her on the couch.

"Thanks." She said looking up at me. I leaned down and kissed her gently.

"Just glad your OK." I replied.

She sat up, and I put my arm around her shoulders. She rested her head on my shoulder. We just sat there in silence, and it was nice. Before I knew it she had fallen asleep. I picked her up, bridal style, and laid her on my bed. I decided that I would take the couch and Annabeth could have my bed. It was only a two-bedroom apartment, and Mom and Paul already occupied one.