Bad thing about being the only child of the Sea God: I was basically a plumber. Anytime something involving water went wrong went wrong, I had to fix it. Good thing and a bad thing: I was practically a celebrity. Being the only son of Poseidon, the guy from the Prophecy, and being invincible…everyone knew me. Well, they always had since I'd come, but still. The bad thing about it: a lot of water naiads were in love with me, which would be cool to most demigods, except I had a girlfriend. And she was perfect.
I was seventeen now. Which meant I was a junior at Goode High School – I couldn't believe I was actually at the school for a third year – and I had managed to get a license. And a car. A beautiful blue convertible Mustang. And, it also meant that everything was supposedly over. The Great Prophecy had been fulfilled, and Kronos and the monsters were all "dead". Chiron guessed that they wouldn't be back for a really long time. I was less sure. I'd spent my whole life with weird things happening to me and had spent the last five years fighting monsters. It couldn't really be over.
I was still wary at school, even with Annabeth, Thalia, and Grover there with me. We made it through the first semester without being kicked out or finding any monsters, so this was a hopeful year. But, I was barely passing my classes because of my dyslexia. And I was failing Spanish.
Unfortunately, there was no foreign language class for "Ancient Greek", and our school didn't have Latin, so Annabeth and I were forced to suffer through Spanish. As if English wasn't hard enough on my dyslexia.
At least I was on the Swim Team. I was afraid to show my full potential, so I was hardly trying at all, but I still managed to be the best on the Varsity team…by far. Annabeth was in Architecture. And for our third elective, we were both in Health. Which was extremely boring. But required.
So, though I was still training and looking out for monsters, I tried to focus my mind more on other things… like Annabeth.
The school dance was coming up, and I was constantly waiting for her to ask me. But she hadn't yet… she was making me suffer. The dace was called Morp – Prom backwards – and girls were supposed to ask guys. So, I was wondering what was taking Annabeth so long to ask me. She was my girlfriend, so not like she had to be nervous or anything. So why wouldn't she ask already?
Maybe it was my ADHD, but I couldn't stand waiting.