A/n: This is my first story, so glad to be joining the community. ;)
Annabeth POV
Beep! Beep! Beep! *Slam, 'ugh what the hell.' I groaned as my alarm clock wouldn't shut up. I quickly grabbed the cord for the thing and unplugged it, only gods know how much longer it would've been ringing. Crawling out of bed, I felt like zombie. 'First day of senior year', I thought. Hopefully it won't be that awful. At least I'll be with my best friend. I smiled as I thought of how happy I was when my dad told me we were moving to New York for his job transfer. I mean sure I'll miss my friends here, but I have a cell phone for a reason, right? Being with Thalia will make it all worth it.
The apartment I shared with my dad, step-mom, Helen (the step-monster), and my two evil little step brothers, Bobby and Matthew. My mom passed away from cancer when I was eight. She was a really famous architect, which left us with a lot of extra money. For a while we lived in San Fransisco by ourselves and then about 5 years later, my dad brought home his 'co-worker' Helen. Sure she was nice to me at first, but as soon as she and my father got married, her devil children who ruin everything of mine were the saints sent from the gods while I was just a riddance in the way of my father's money. It was a shame, it seems like he really loves her. They got married for god sakes. Eventually, about 3 years of their marriage, they had my baby sister Ryan Elise. She's adorable, and honestly sometimes I think she's the only thing keeping me tied to this family.
Well I dressed in skinny blue jeans with my orange tank top, and brown combat boots. I looked pretty damn sexy if I do say so myself. I mean, first impression might as well be that I'm attractive. I put on my usual eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. I felt reasonably satisfied with my normal blonde princess curls, I just ran a brush though my hair once and braided a little piece back and clipped it.
I ran out of my room, brushed my teeth, and walked down the hall to the kitchen. I quickly grabbed a price of toast, my backpack, and my car keys, before Helen could deal me chores, or my brothers could destroy my good mood.
I smiled as I slip into the leather seat of my yellow Ferrari F430 Spider. The beautiful car that I put back together with my own two hands. I spent so much time and money on that car, my father said that it was amazing that I even drive it. I loved it. Driving it with my hair flowing behind me, hearing the purr of the engine, and watching the looks on the faces of the boys when I drove by. It was priceless. They looked at me like I was half goddess. It really boosted my self esteem.
Well as I was stopped at a red light, a black haired boy in a blue Maserati GranTurismo convertible drove up beside me. He looked about my age and had a nice set of biceps from what I could see. I guess you could say I was checking him out but I couldn't help it. He was hot. He was wearing Ray-bans and he turned to look at me. He gave me a small smile and then sped off as the light turned green.
I checked the clock in my car and noticed that I still had an hour and a half before I had to be at school. I was planning on going in early for registration and my schedule, but I doubted they would let me in this early. The school was just around the corner anyway. I decided to stop at Starbucks since I forgot to get coffee at the house before I left.
As I entered the café, I noticed that there were only 3 other people here, including the barista. There was an older woman wearing glasses and reading what looked like today's paper, and a boy in the back sitting in a booth. I couldn't see what he looked like though. I ordered my usual, vanilla bean cappuccino, and sat at a booth across from the boy's booth. Suddenly the bell attached to the door, indicating a customer, rang loudly. A blonde boy with demandingly blue eyes came running in. I would've spent more time predicting why he was in such a hurry, but then I noticed the long, faint scar running down his face. It was striking in an intimidating and scary kind of way.
He sauntered up to the counter and ordered a large black coffee before noticing me. He had to have been at least a year or two older then me. He smirked and winked at me, and I grimaced and pretended not to exist hoping he wouldn't come over and talk to me. Apparently luck was not on my side. He grabbed his coffee and slid into the booth on the seat across from me.
"Hey babe. Have you ever noticed how screw rhymes with me and you? You can just come over to my place, baby. My favorite two letters are E Z." The boy gave me what he probably thought was a seductive look. I just stood up and walked away. I was half way to the door when two hands grabbed my hips and my back was shoved into the front of someone's body. "Come on babe, I know you want it." He whispered in my ear as I tried to struggle out of his grasp. I'm not letting you go anyway. You have no choice, I'll just let you go tomorrow, maybe." I squirmed and kicked and tried to free myself, he just tightened his grip on me and wouldn't let go. I began to scream and fight harder. All of a sudden, his grip on my lessened as if he was being hurt. I didn't complain, I just jumped out of his grasp turned around, expecting a fight. All I saw was the pervert on the ground cowering in pain.
My savior was nowhere in sight. I just saw a flash of a man with black hair run out the door. I was about to follow, but then remembered the man on the floor who tried to rape me. I walked over to him and kicked him in the face, hopefully breaking his nose, and then left through the door to my car.