He groaned as his alarm went off for the third time of the morning, and he knew he would have to get up, unless he wanted to face his coach's wrath. He pulled himself into a sitting position, before lurching ungracefully out of bed. He went through his morning routine, though to anyone else it would just be considered a haphazard chain of actions that were unique to each morning. After he finished getting dressed by sliding on a t-shirt over his slim body, he was ready to go.

Looking at his watch, he grinned slightly "Three minutes, not bad." The smirk was wiped clean off of his face when he realized, that yes, he had gotten out of bed and dressed in three minutes, but he was already 15 minutes late for swim practice. He broke into a sprint, something he was definitely against at 5 A.M.

He stumbled into the boy's locker room, and quickly stripped down, before suiting up once more, this time into something a little more revealing. A Speedo.

"Ugh." He grunted into the mirror as he passed it on his way to the pool.

"JACKSON? Does ANYONE know where Jackson is?" the coach bellowed.

"Right here coach!" Percy panted before running, well mostly sliding, to the diving block.

"Percy! Get down, you're not starting today, we need to talk." He gave him a look that told Percy was about to get his ass handed to him on a silver plate. The whistle blower who stood in the stands seemed oblivious to the conversation that was taking place between the coach and captain of the team, and blew her shiny red whistle.

"Jackson! Don't you da-." He was cut off as Percy dived into the pool, the water enveloped the coach's protests and disposed of them. He was instantly ahead of the other swimmers, he internally sighed when he realized he was going to fast to be normal, and slowed himself down, so he was only two body lengths ahead of every one else.

After Percy completed the 400 meters, he pulled himself up on the lip of the pool so only his muscular shoulders were above the water.

"JACKSON!" Coach Martin yelled, to which he calmly replied

"Yes, Coach?"

"You sassin' me boy?" he growled as he reached down to start tugging Percy out of the pool by his ear.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" he moaned as he was being dragged out of his 'safe place' (that was what his old therapist called it). He stopped whining and started blushing when he noticed the whistle blower, Carrie, staring at him with adoring eyes. Percy didn't think he was anything special, just a skinny boy who liked to swim. But in other's eyes he was 178 pounds of lean muscle, with blazing emerald eyes and raven hair, and to top that off, he was tall. Girls liked tall.

"You get me son? You're the captain of one of the best college swimming teams in America, you gotta take it seriously." Percy had been nodding his head the whole time, actually slightly ashamed, something that rarely happened, but man, Coach Martin really knew how to give a guilt trip.

"I will coach, I promise." He said, looking up at his mentor with eager eyes.

"Good, now get out there." He said clapping the boy on the shoulder. Percy made his way out of the treacherously slippery locker room and back onto the pool deck. The air full of the smell of chlorine, warm water, and swimmer abs filled his nose and made him feel at home.

"Good job guys, we're definitely going to the finals this year!" He said participating in a unique handshake with every swimmer who walked by. The line of fit college boys finished, and Percy was going in the same direction when he heard a whistle echo through out the tiled pool room. He turned his head and saw Carrie waving excitedly at him.

"Percy! Percy! Over here!" she yelled, trying to grab his attention, as if her bright purple turtleneck didn't already. He made his way over to the stands and leaned on the dividing wall, looking up at her through thick lashes, shy.

"Hey...Carrie…" he mumbled, though Percy was constantly stared at by the female race, he didn't notice, so when he did, he felt extremely awkward. And though he tried to dissuade the flirting by claiming he had a beautiful, honey haired, stormy eyed girl in Boston, no body believed him. 'Oh, what's her name? Eemajin Airy?' they tease, for Percy made her sound to good to be true.

"I was wondering" she giggled "If you wanted to come to the bar with my friends and I." She said leaning forward, trying to show off her, ahem, breasts. Percy quickly moved away, almost tripping over himself to get far away from her, and nearly ended up in the pool. He made motions as if to cover his eyes before muttering

"Uhm, ahh, I can't get drunk, swimming team captain and all…"

"Even if it meant a date, with me?" she purred, attempting to sound tempting. While Percy was blind to her beauty, as he only thought one girl was beautiful, Carrie was a fairly attractive girl, if she stopped trying so hard, that is.

He tried to hide his grimace as he looked down and rubbed his neck awkwardly. "I'm already spoken for, sorry Carrie." This was the one thing he could state with confidence, as he knew he was Annabeth's just as much as she was his.

Carrie scoffed loudly,"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, your imaginary girl friend! What's her name again, Annawhore, Annaslut?" she smirked as she saw the rage build in Percy's features, and knew she had won.

"You really wanna go there? At least she didn't try to shove her…her…" he motioned to her chest "THINGS at me to get me! You talk about her one more time like that, and you'll be sorry." He knew it was a cliché thing to say, but what else was there to say?

"Oh, what are you going to do Jackson? Hit a girl?" He had definitely thought about it at this point, how did this girl, slightly stalkerish, but all over friendly turn into such a….bitch so quickly?

She leaned forward and caressed his cheek gently, before he could move away, and he cringed. "Oh look, babe, we had our first fight! So meet me at eight at the campus bar?" He started to refuse before she cut in "Or I'll tell everyone your little girlfriend is actually your cousin." She said with an evil smirk. Percy wanted to laugh at that, because technically, if Gods had DNA, him and Annabeth actually would be cousins, but because of the messed up reproduction system of Greek, maybe all, Gods, they weren't related. Thank Gods.

She leaned forward once more before planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek as he stood there frozen from shock. "Later, Baby!" she called and gave him a wiggly fingered wave as she left the pool.

His voice bounced loudly through out the pool hall as he exclaimed "What. The. Fuck!?"