"Get a GRIP, Seaweed brain, I FAKED IT."

Trade Her Jeans

Call her a stalker but Rachel had secretly watched one of Percy and Annabeth's make-out sessions.

It all started one day while she was eavesdropping in on a conversation Mr. D and Chiron were having from a closet in the infirmary. She hadn't meant to do that either. She was in deep search of a sword which she wanted to use in an interior-design exhibit of hers. But just as she was at the back of the closet, and by then she was wondering if they kept fricken' Narnia back there, she came across what she was looking for. Rachel had reached the door to the closet right as Chiron and Mr. D began fighting. Rachel couldn't tell how long they had been talking for. But she knew perfectly well that if she was to climb out of the closet at that moment it would seem as if she was eaves-dropping.

So, out of boredom, she decided to do just that.

It was nothing important, just a field trip they were planning.

Personally Rachel agreed with Mr. D when he said that it was "stupid".

"Taking a bunch of ungrateful, snotty, little ADHD and dyslexic kids to Times Square is either going to get someone mauled by a monster or we're going to lose one of the brats and Zeus will come and take away our immortality and kill us," he said.

After Chiron and Mr. D left, Rachel was just about to creep out of the closet when the door to the infirmary opened. The sound of the closet door closing quickly and a girlish "Eek!" from a certain red head falling back into the closet was heard and quickly shut the door. Then a boy's voice sounded.

"Annabeth lemme see." It sounded like Percy.

"No. Sit down, I'm fine."

"Annabeth if you're hurt I can help. What hurts? I'm sure that-" Percy started saying.

"Percy! You're full of kelp, I'm FINE! I faked it!" Yup, definitely Annabeth.

"Why would you do that?" Percy responded. Rachel could imagine him, so absolutely cute, with his head tilted to the side and his eyebrows scrunched together in thought.

"Gods you're oblivious."

Got that right Annie! Rachel sometimes thought that Percy really was stupid. Hot, but stupid.

The sound of footsteps was heard then Percy said "Oh!", as if he had suddenly realized something. Then it was silent, more or less. To pass the time, Rachel began braiding her hair and, after a good thirty minutes, had finished about half her head. Then her patience ran out. She couldn't help it; she was bored, and hungry, and she was missing dinner!

Rachel peeked.

She opened the door a crack and witnessed Annabeth and Percy in a big ole' makeout session. Rachel just couldn't tear her eyes away, even though she felt like a creeper. She was so sure she was over Percy. She wanted to be over Percy. There was no chance for them, unless she stopped being Oracle and Rachel pushed - excuse me - Annabeth fell off a cliff. But since there were no nearby cliffs, and tall buildings would have too many witnesses, Rachel was out of luck. She knew that and accepted it.

But she still kept imagining herself as Annabeth, being able to kiss, touch, and hold Percy like she got to.

Hades' she'd even give up her doodled on, ripped, forever loved jeans to be in Annabeth's clean, flawless ones.

A/N: Short but it does have meaning. Also this is a companion to another one of my stories "If Only". Also there is a spin-off of this story that I've been thinking about…I'm not sure if I'll do it or not. It would be multi-chapter- exciting, but intimidating..

Anyways, thanks to Pensive Girl, my awesome beta who has helped me so much with my writing.