Summary: Annabeth Chase has a secret passion, she loves to sing. Percy Jackson also has a secret passion, he loves to take pictures and videos. One day, Percy catches Annabeth singing and can't contain himself from capturing her beautiful voice with his video camera. Somehow, the video gets posted online and it ends up all around the school. Annabeth is now popular and recognized even though she doesn't want to be. All she wants at that point is revenge, revenge on the person who took the video of her most private moment. And she's going to get it, all with the help of her best friend, Percy Jackson.
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: blah blah blah blah blah not Rick blah blah
Percy POV:
How is it possible? How could I have not known that my best friend has the voice of an angel? Crouched in the bushes outside her window I slowly raise my camera trying to find the best angle. I know she would be angry with me if she knew that I was watching her and furious to discover I was recording her, but I can't help myself. The artist within me tells me that in this moment she is a goddess, or at least half a goddess. Her voice is full of a rare combination of emotion, passion, and raw talent. I stare at her in awe through the lens of my camera, finally finding the right angle to capture her golden princess curls perfectly and I zoom in on the stormy grey of her eyes. I find myself a little bit in love with her, which to be honest, is not an unusual feeling as of late. Recently I have found myself blushing more in her presence and trying to find every excuse to brush against her, everything she says makes me smile and her laugh has become my favorite sound. I'm not stupid, I know exactly what is going on, I'm falling in love with my best friend. But knowing about it doesn't make it any more bearable or any less stressful. In fact, it makes it that much harder to hide my growing feelings. I wish she hadn't turned out so amazing. I wish she had become a cold unfeeling bitch who would mock me in the halls and start nasty rumors. Sadly, life never turns out how you want it to, and for that I am grateful. Lost in my thoughts I don't realize that she has headed over towards the window under which I am perched. I press myself up against the wall as she leans her head out briefly to close the windows. I end the video on a shot of her staring off into the sky with a wonderous look on her face as she hits the last note right before she slams the curtains closed. After I turn the camera off and take a quick look around I run around the side of the house to where I stashed my bike. I hop on shoving the video camera into my backpack and not stopping to put on my helmet as I peddle like hell down the street. I can't wait to get home and obsessively watch Annabeth sing her heart out. I'm too busy trying to peddle fast to notice when a group of guys from school step out in front of me. I quickly swerve the tires to the right bumping into a mailbox and jolting my bike into the air, my backpack flies out of the basket on the front of the bicycle as the ground comes up to meet me. I moan as I feel one of my fingers get jammed against the bike handles and dirt covers my torn left pant leg. The assholes who stepped in front of me start laughing and walk over to me lying in the grass.
"You should watch where you're going Greek geek." said the obvious leader a tall guy with blonde hair and blue eyes radiating disgust. His fellow cronies sneered in agreement. Then blondie bent down and picked up my fallen backpack.
"We'll be keeping this as an apology on your behalf for almost hitting us with your lame ass bike. If you want it back then you gotta bring me twenty dollars by Tuesday. Watch out because next time I won't be so nice." he said before stalking off toward his car. One of his goons spat on the grass near my feet before following his jock friends.
I slowly sit up testing my legs and shaking out my arms. I look over and spot my bike a few feet away in the street, the only lucky thing is that it appears fine. I can't believe those bastards would just steal my property like that! They have no right and- oh no. No no no no no! My camera was in that bag! If they see it who knows what they'll do? They might sell it at school or use it to film girls changing in the locker rooms. No doubt they'll view everything on it, including the video of Annabeth! She'll kill me and burn my ashes tossing them into the air and dancing on my grave and then- wait a minute, how will she know I took the video? I never told her I was coming by today I just decided to go over and see if I could borrow her physiology notes. Okay so maybe I just wanted to see her but is that really a crime? Though I shouldn't have filmed her like that. Annabeth is a very personal person so I can see why she wouldn't have told me she likes to sing. But anyways since I've never told her or anyone else that I love photography and film then she'll never have a reason to suspect anything. All I have to do is keep pretending I'm clueless about everything and life will go on as normal. It sounds simple enough, but then again life never ends up like you want it to.