Okay, so recently I've read a TON of 'Annabeth goes to Percy's school' stories, and not saying that they're badly written or anything (actually, quite the opposite), it's just that they're so many that I'm kind of getting tired of them. So, here is a 'Percy goes to Annabeth's school' story!
I hope you like it. Slightly AU, although they still are all demigods and such. And, mind you, this is in San Francisco. Sorry for typos and/or OOCness. No flamers, please!
Percy's POV
I shouldered my backback nervously as I walked up the steps of Lowell High School, located in San Francisco, USA (A/N: Sorry so soon, but just a pointer, Lowell is a real high school in San Fran. Rated pretty high! I've never been there, though, so this is a completely fictional high school beside the name.). My mom was not far behind me, my pen-that-turns-into-a-three-foot-celestial-bronze-sword-named-Riptide in my jeans pocket. I sighed with anxiety, but calmed myself down at the remembrance that Annabeth was just a couple buildings away.
Sorry, did I forget some things? Oh yeah, a bit of the setting: So, Annabeth decided that she would forgive her dad and her step-mom, ad moved in with them: Conveniently in San Francisco, across the country from New York. Where I live. Anyway, my mom and my awesome stepfather Paul are big supporters of Annabeth and I's relationship, so, they were the ones that suggested we move to California for a year or so to be closer to Annabeth and her family. Of course, as it enabled me to be closer to my girlfriend, I agreed. Best. Decision. Ever. On the down side, Annabeth didn't know I was coming, and I know she hates surprises (or in other words, not knowing something). She probably going to kill me because I didn't tell her.
On the bright side, my mom and Paul told her parents, which means that they'll probably skip the shock stage from the fact that I'm even here and help me before I am reduced to blood, guts, and bones by my girlfriend of half a year.
Back to reality.
I pushed open the door, my arms shaking nervously. This, you might think, is quite an unusual happening.
Well, to that, I have to a. Yep, I, Perseus Jackson, Son of Poseidon and Savior of Olympus, can face Kronos and Gaea, but not his girlfriend, who he thinks will kill him because of a surprise. Keyword: Thinks.
"Ah, yes, Perseus Jackson." I heard, my eyes swiveling to the woman sitting at the from desk. She had glasses that rested at the tip of her pointed nose, a burgundy colored coat, and underneath it, a black blouse that did not accompany her complexion and posture well- it was a causal friday, ruffled/lacy ended blouse whereas she sat up straight, her face was set to serious mode, and her tone of voice was ico-cold. On her expensive-looking fake wood desk was a file and a gold nameplate, which was engraved with the words Nancy Jordan, Attendance Officer.
"Yeah, but I prefer Percy," I told her.
She glared at me. "Let me do my job, Perseus, and you can tell your teachers what you want when you get to them."
"Yes, ma'am." I replied obediently.
"So, Perseus, here is your schedule. Since you have purposely requested to have a similar schedule as Miss Annabeth Chase, she will be your guide."
My mom looked at me suspiciously. "Request?"
Mrs. Jordan stared at her, incredulously. "Yes, Mrs. Jacks-"
"Blofis." My mom interrupted. "And what request?"
Mrs. Jordan looked down at the file on her desk. She opened it up, flipped to the last page, and took it out. She held it out to my mom. "This is the request. If you are not familiar with this, then Perseus' father will be questioned."
I looked over my mom's shoulder, which wasn't hared, considering I had grown taller than her in the past year. The paper had, in large, bold letters, at the top of the page, Schedule Request for: Perseus Jackson, Junior. It had a bunch of rules or something in the middle, and at the bottom was a line for the Parent Signature and date. The name signed at the bottom of the page could be barely read, but after a little staring at it I realized it said Poseidon Jackson. Dad.
Mom sighed. "Well, I suppose it's legit. Here, take it back." She handed the slip back to Mrs. Jordan.
"You two have the same schedule, which means that you will have to work to stay in Honors English and Advanced Placement Math." Mrs. Jordan informed me, "However, there is one difference in your day, and that is that she is doing Track and Architecture while you are in Swimming and Gym. Have a good day, your first class is out that door." She pointed to the door on her left, while handing me a sheet of white paper. I couldn't read it that well (blame my dyslexia) so my mom had to help me.
Eventually, I found out what it read:
Lowell High School:
Perseus Jackson, Junior
Period 1: 8:00-8:45 Honors English, Ms. Jane Gibbons- B198
Period 2: 8:50-9:35 Home & Economics, Mr. Verdict Summons- B163
Period 3: 9:40-10:25 Greek Mythology, Mr. Chiron Brunner- E184
Period 4: 10:30-11:15 Study Hall- MPR 1
Period 5: 11:20-12:05 Electives: Swimming, Mon.-Wed./Gym, Thurs. and Fri., Mr. John Dilling- Swimming Pool
Period 6: 12:10-12:55 Lunch- Quad
Period 7: 1:00-1:45 Drama/Music, Mrs. Kathryn Strong- MPR 3
Period 8: 1:50-2:35 Advanced Placement Math, Mrs. Alecto Dodds- A145
I shoved my schedule into my other pocket (other meaning the one without Riptide) and gave a quick 'good-bye' to my mom, making my way to the door that she had pointed at just then.
I pulled open the door to complete quiet. It's odd; when you've been in a very, VERY rowdy place for a while (possibly named Goode High School) it's really odd to hear quiet.
So, like a normal person, I just slipped through the packs of people to the spot that most of the population of the school was staring, pointing, and whispering about. What I found surprised me.
It was a group of girls. One girl had straight, brown hair that hung past her shoulders, with faint hint of red in it. She had blue eyes. The girl standing next to her looked identical, the only difference being their heigh, clothing, and backback. Then, there was a black-haired girl who was exactly across from me. Her eyes changed color, from brown to green, and from green to blue. The one that caught my eye was the one with her back to me. She had blond, curly hair, that reminded me of princess curls. She was wearing an orange t-shirt, just like one I owned. her earrings had owls on them, and her laugh was so familiar. I could recognize her anywhere.
Annabeth Chase.
I exhaled, not realizing I had been holding my breath. Just before I could approach her, though, a masculine boy with blond hair and blue eyes put an arm around her shoulder. Everyone turned toward them.
Annabeth turned to the boy, glaring. "What do you want, Xavier?" she asked in a menacing tone.
He just smiled at her. "Well, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to see a movie with me on Friday."
"No, I don't. And anyway, I told you a million times before, I have a boyfriend. Go away."
I though I saw a flash of anger come across his face, before he smirked and promptly questioned, "Well then Annabeth, if this Percy Jackson guy is what you describe him like, then how come he's never here? Because, according to you, he's sooo perfect and he's 'always there for you.'" He made air quotes.
Anger bubbled inside of me. I stepped forward and growled, "I'm right here, you idiot."
He turned to me and glared. "Whoa, kiddo! y'know, I think it's pathetic; the number of guys that throw themselves at her just because she's the most popular girl in school. Anyway, this is between me and Annie, not losers like you."
I glared at him back, but before I could say anything, Annabeth tackled me to the ground. She sat on my chest as everyone stared, pointed, and whispered.
"PERSEUS JACKSON!" I flinched. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?" she yelled in my face.
I smiled nervously at her, trying to tell her with my facial expression, I'm sorry. can you forgive me? I know I should've told you, but I'm here, so it's great anyway isn't it? But my expression probably went more along the lines of Please don't kill me, please don't kill me, I beg for forgiveness, Your Highness.
"Um... I forgot to?" I muttered.
"JACKSON!" she screamed, in my ear this time. There goes my left eardrum.
"Ahem," I coughed, motioning for her to get off of me. Everyone was still staring.
Annabeth just smirked. "Nope," she replied simply, "Not until you tell me."
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, fine. Well, I was kinda busy, y'know, with the *cough* you-know-what going on in New York, so we told your parents and I thought they told you, but apparently not. Can you get off now?"
"Just one more thing," she whispered. Then she leaned down and kissed me.
I felt like I was in heaven. Six months, and it still happens every time. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she my neck. We broke apart only when someone cleared their throat.
It was Xavier. He glared at me, and then turned to Annabeth with a smile. Only then did I realize everyone around us weren't even pointing or whispering, but rather just staring at us in awe. Most of the guys glared at me, but none matched Xavier's. I grinned on the inside.
"Well, honey, if you can kiss that loser of an actor, why don't you kiss me?" he reached out for her and wrapped her in an embrace. Thanks to years of training at Camp Half-Blood, Annabeth was pretty strong. She wriggled out of his grip. grabbed his arm, yanked, and jerked him over her shoulder. He landed with a large THUMP, and other half of the school population not watching already looked.
Annabeth glared down at him. "He's not an actor, you dolt, he's my boyfriend. Now get up, 'cause you look like a big sissy lying there on the floor."
I smiled and walked toward her, enveloping her in a hug. She, gladly, returned it. Then the ten-minute warning bell rang.
"I've got the same schedule as you," I told her.
She glanced up at me. "Even Track and Architecture? I thought you'd take swimming, but if you insist..."
"Oh, yeah. Well, beside that. They even put me in Advanced Math and English cause you're there!"
She raised an eyebrow, a signature move. "And you're saying that your mom agreed with this."
I shrugged. "No, not really, Dad did though. I talked to him a couple weeks ago, cause he was updating me on you-know-what."
Xavier used this moment to jump in our conversation.
"Hey, Percy, why don't you talk to your dad a lot? I bet he hates you, like everyone. I bet you're not even Annabeth's boyfriend, just a wannabe actor. And plus, what the hell is 'you-know-what'? Too scared to tell? I bet. You probably think it's too personal and if everyone found out, you'd get beat up. I could beat you up, you couldn't kill a flea!"
Now this got me furious. "Hell yeah, I could. You and me, after school, in the Gym. West side, where pool and the boxing ring are. And about the 'you-know-what', two things: One, I don't and can't tell you, and two if I did, you wouldn't believe it. The problem about my dad, on the other hand, is none of your business. The only things I will tell you is that he doesn't hate me, in fact, I'm his favorite child, and also that I can see him 'cause the Anci-"
"What he means, is that certain rules forbid him from contacting his father." Annabeth interrupted,
"You bet, twat. Be there." Xavier said to me, then to Annabeth, "So babe, you wouldn't want to have a boyfriend with a dod you've never met, huh?"
That was the last straw for both me and Annabeth. We lunged at him together, fists ready. Mine hit his nose, and made a satisfying crunch, while Annabeth's hit his soft spot. He landed on the floor again, groaning.
"Alright, alright, let thy actor and thy cutie have mercy upon thy young bachelor."
I stepped up to him, snarling, my fist raised, but before I could punch the life out of him, Annabeth put a hand on my arm. She leant up and whispered, "C'mon Percy. No violence. As much as I'd like to see that, you'd be sent to detention and therefore miss beating the crap out of Xavier after school."
I thought about it.
"Eh, I suppose..."
Then the two-minute warning bell rang. Annabeth grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the nearest classroom.
"Here," she said dully, "Is English." She pushed open the door to a very, VERY dull room. The walls were a beige color, and beside that, there was a few bookshelves, the teacher's desk, students' desks, the whiteboard, the teacher's laptop, and the projector. Pretty boring. I sat down in a seat, thankfully next to Annabeth's. After introductions and whatnot, I fell asleep.
Okey Dokey! I know I shouldn't be working on another story, but I keep getting these crazy ideas and I have to write them down. If they're long enough, I'll publish them, like this one. So yeah.
R&R!
~Thalia