I decided to start another project. Don't worry, I'm definitely not deserting my other story, The Outbreak. The idea for this just sprouted and I thought I'd be cool to work on more of a psychological fanfiction.
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Also, I don't own any PJO characters, just the plot and any OC's.
First things first: I'm not a creep. I just happen to like a girl that's taken by another guy.
Now when I say I like her, I really, really like her. Beauty thrives in this girl. With beautiful golden curls and a gorgeous figure, this girl steals the spotlight without a word. After all, she is the one and only Annabeth Chase.
Let's get things straight. My name's Thomas Wiser and I have a crush on Annabeth Chase.
It doesn't rule my life. Of course it doesn't. I mean, why would a girl rule my life? Preposterous. I'm just saying, I would go to the lengths of the world for the heavenly Annabeth Chase. I would literally kill to spend one night with her.
I feel like I was only first graced with her presence yesterday although it's September, almost a whole five months ago, when she first moved to town.
I'd been working my shift at the local bookstore, just shelving books when the door opened, the beautiful tanned blonde goddess strolling inside wearing a short white dress, her white purse at her side. Her cheery, white smile lit up the whole store. She would've passed for a dumb, sunshiny blonde, but those piercing grey orbs of hers held wisdom and many secrets to be told.
I immediately took a deep breath in, my mind going blank before the beauty before me. I did the only thing I could think of: dart behind the bookshelves.
And so I did. I stood behind them, watching the heavenly blonde pace through the store, her fingers trailing along the binding of the books.
Now, I'm not a bad looking guy. I actually find myself quite handsome to be honest, with my chestnut brown hair and piercing blue eyes, tall height, and a body I worked to keep fit. The girl just made me nervous, that's all.
I quickly ran my hand through my hair, hoping it looked okay. Then I stepped out from behind the bookshelves, finding myself face to face with her.
Her eyes widened in surprise as I knocked her to the ground. I mentally kicked myself, knowing all too well that this definitely wasn't the first impression I'd wanted.
Her purse fell open, the contents spilling all over the floor. The girl grabbed some of them, shoving them inside her purse again.
I bent down, picking up a phone, the case a white with beautifully decorated gold roses sprinkled over it.
The girl had been distracted by her other knick-knacks, hastily grabbing them and shoving them inside her purse. She hadn't noticed me pick up her phone yet, which gave me an idea.
I quickly shoved the phone in my pocket, just in time for the girl to stand up, clutching the strap of her purse. "Sorry about that. I'm not very well coordinated." I said, giving her a smile.
The girl shook her head. "That's okay. It's just that kind of day, isn't it?"
I chuckled. "Definitely."
The girl's eyes trailed to my name tag. "Oh! You work here! That's perfect. I need help finding a book." She said, gazing at me with those wonderful grey eyes.
I grinned. "I sure do work here. What do you need?"
"Do you have any books in Ancient Greek?" She asked, looking hopeful.
Of course she was bilingual. She radiated intelligence.
I was all too happy to nod. "Yes we do. Right this way." I said, turning and walking down the aisles until I reached the world language section. "Here we go, our Ancient Greek selection." I said, gesturing to a small section.
The girl stepped forward, her fingertips touching the books. "Thank you so much." She said, pulling a book out.
"No problem. Might I ask, when did you learn Ancient Greek?" I asked, desiring to know all I could about this girl.
A smile stitched itself on her lips. "Oh, a long time ago. I love Ancient Greece and its architecture." She said in a loving, passionate voice.
I couldn't hold back the smile spreading across my face, as another brilliant idea ran through my mind. "I simply love Greek architecture. I'm actually studying it as a major." I answered.
It was a lie. Just a small, white lie to keep the conversation going. I could look up architecture later tonight to make it real.
She smiled at me, closing the book. "Really? What a coincidence!" She exclaimed, her grey eyes shining with exuberance.
I smiled. "A coincidence indeed."
She handed me the book. "Can you check this out for me?" She asked, her voice high, sweet like honey dripping off a comb.
I nodded, taking the book gingerly. "Sure. Just follow me." I led her to the checkout, walking behind the counter to my station. I scanned the book and looked up at my computer. "That'll be ten dollars and seventy seven cents." I said, looking at her.
She opened her purse, taking out a ten dollar bill. "Here's ten…" She said, placing it on the counter before going back to her purse to find seventy seven cents.
I took the moment to examine her, noticing how she wore almost no makeup, but still looked stunning. Her arms were lean, but muscular, a faint white scar running along her left, which puzzled me.
She finally found seventy seven cents, holding it out to me. I took the change and inserted them in the cash register. I then took out a plastic bag, carefully pushing the book inside. I handed the bag to the girl. "Here you go." I said, smiling at her.
She smiled, her bright grey eyes lit up with happiness. "Thank you! I'm sorry about running into you."
I shook my head with a smile. "It's fine. Have a nice rest of the day, though."
She nodded. "You too." She turned, walking and disappearing behind the door.
I watched the door close, a fluttery feeling spreading inside me. I slowly pulled the phone out of my pocket, flipping it over a few times as I slowly smiled, my new target set.
