Disclaimer: I do not own PJO! I am pretty sure I own the story line though. I hope so.
Chapter One: The Prince
I look out across the ocean and sigh with pleasure. The sea always gives me a pleasant feeling, even in my worst moods. The sand shifts next to me and when I turn my head, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen is sitting next to me. She also turns her head and what I see makes me catch my breath. The mystery girl has long honey blonde hair that curls like a princess's and cascades down her back. She has tan skin and an athletic, curvy figure. The splash of freckles across her nose, her naturally luscious lips, and high cheekbones bring out her eyes, her most beautiful feature. The girl's eyes are a startling grey, but mystifying and beautiful. She is perfect.
"Who are you?" I ask her. The smile she gives me makes my heart melt. She opens her mouth to answer me.
"Percy, wake up," she says. It's not exactly the answer I was expecting to hear.
"Huh?" I ask, confused.
"Sweetie, wake up," says my mother as she gently wakes me up from my deep sleep and short but wonderful dream.
"Okay mom. I'm up," I say with a groan. When I look up, my mother is wearing her crown and many different necklaces. What it is with women and jewelry? I ask myself.
"Perseus Orion Jackson! You know you should have been up by now to get ready for your date with Rachel," my mother says with a disapproving look. The simple golden crown glistens upon her petite head. My mother, Sally Jackson, and step- father, Paul Blofis, are king and queen of the greatest kingdom of the 21st century, Atlantis. Unfortunately, that makes me prince of Atlantis.
"Mom, Rachel's a spoiled brat who only cares about herself and Twilight," I say in an annoyed tone.
"Now Percy, you should not talk about Rachel that way. She is a wonderful girl and the two of you make a wonderful couple," my mother says in a stern voice as I walk towards my huge and spacious closet.
"Well, I think she's a bit- brat," I say, stopping myself before my mother can give me another lecture about using the right language.
"I'm tired of you making me go on dates with her and I can't take it anymore. Never will I go on a date with Rachel Elizabeth Dare ever again," I say in an exasperated, but firm tone.
"Fine, Percy. I have another solution to this marriage problem, but I must discuss with your father before I take action," she says with excitement in her voice.
"Wait, what marriage problem?" I ask her, bet she is already gone.
"Mothers," I grumble to myself. I throw on a green t-shirt and a pair of jeans as my mind wanders to the gorgeous girl in my dreams. I wonder who she is. Have I seen her before? Does she live here in Atlantis? I am so lost in thought, that I don't realize that I have walked into the castle garden and into the last person I want to see; Rachel.
"Hi Percy!" she says with a smile, her green eyes glistening. Rachel turns to two girls behind her who are most likely her maids and says in an icy tone, "Scram!"
I look at her with disgust as the two girls hastily walk off.
"Um, hi Rachel," I say with a slight glare, but she doesn't catch it.
"Are you ready for our date?" she says as she bats her eyelashes. She's trying to be flirtatious, but instead I'm just annoyed.
"Actually Rachel, I need to talk to you about that. Let's sit down," I say as we go to one the benches that are spread throughout our huge, magnificent garden.
"What is it Percy?" she asks with a worried look on her face.
"I think it would be best if we stopped dating," I say calmly, but she is the complete opposite of calm.
"What! Why?" she practically screams. Her green eyes that I used to find attractive go wide in shock.
"I think we are different and should see other people. It's for the best," I say truthfully.
"I don't think that! We are perfect for each other! All of the magazines and people in Atlantis say so!" she yells.
"I'm sorry Rachel, but I am not one of those people," I say calmly once more as I stand up. Rachel then jumps up and places her face close to mine, her face red with anger and the exact same color as her hair. I can almost see the steam coming out of her ears.
"You will regret this, Perseus Orion Jackson! Just wait and see! Soon, you'll come crawling back to me and I will be the one to say I TOLD YOU SO!" she yells and stomps off angrily. She took that better than I thought she would. I walk around the garden, overjoyed to finally be free from the wrath of Rachel. Little did I know that this conversation would be all over Atlantis within the next hour.