So I decided that all the chapters names will be things that Annabeth hates about being rich. Just to point that out. Enjoy(:

My name is Annabeth Chase, and my parents are rich.

I just wanted to put that out there before all the typical questions like "Why do you have so many designer clothes?" and "How come you're always on vacation?" and "How many houses do you have again?" come in. So, yes, my parents are rich and I do get just about anything I want. Or, on most occasions, don't want.

That's the bad part about having rich parents. They had to get rich somehow, you know. How did mine? Work. Lots and lots of work—which also means that they're never around to spend "quality time" with me. I keep telling them that I really don't mind—and I really don't—but they seem to think making it up to me is by buying me things, usually things I don't even want.

So now I have a walk in closet full of disgustingly girly clothes that I never wear and a bone deep tan from all the vacations they like to send me on. I don't think they realize that if they want to have "quality time" with me, they shouldn't send me on a vacation by myself. One, it's really awkward—especially when you're a seventeen year-old girl, and two, sense I'm always somewhere, I'm not close to my parents at all and I don't really have a core group of friends either. I mean, I make friends with the other rich girls who get sent on cruises all the time, but they're not the types of friends that I can just call up and ask to go to the mall or talk about boys. Mostly because we all live in different parts of the world.

Actually, I'm on another typical vacation right now—a Caribbean cruise on the SS Poseidon. I have been for the past five days. Every day is the same: get up, go to the buffet, work out (I personally love the fencing and boxing classes), shower, lay in the sun, swim, buffet again, pop in a movie, wonder around, swim some more, one more trip to the buffet, lock myself in my room for the rest of the night, do it all over again the next day.

So with all of that said, bottom line: I hate having rich parents.

It was August seventeenth, day six of twelve that I have to live through before I get to go back home to California for my senior year of high school. I had just gotten done with my morning workout and shower and so now I was lying in my stormy grey designer bikini on a deck chair, sipping fruit punch and tequila (that I bribed to have added) out of a martini glass. Just another typical day.

Until I heard the squeals.

"AHHH!" multiple high pitched voices screamed. I lifted my Coach sunglasses. Coming fast around the corner were a group of teenage girls. Some of them I recognized from other cruises, like these girls Clarisse, Katie, and Juniper, but others I've never met.

"Rachel!" one of them called out to somewhere towards me. "Come here! We have to tell you something!" The girl who was lying in the chair next to me grinned and stood up just fast enough that she stumbled—probably from a head rush—and made me spill my drink all over myself. And she didn't even say she was sorry. She just walked towards the group of girls like nothing had happened. Fan-freaking-tastic.

A waiter quickly came to my aid with a towel and I gladly took it while slipping him a tip. Luckily, none of it got on my swimsuit because it's my favorite one sense it matches my eyes, but I still felt extremely sticky from the tequila that got on me. I sighed.

I put my sunglasses on my chair and dove into the pool, nearly landing on top of a dark haired girl.

"Oh my God!" she screamed while glaring at me. "What the hell is your problem? Blonde little whore."

I crossed my arms and glared right back. "Hey, maybe you should've gotten out of my way! Choppy-haired bitch."

She tilted her head then smirked. "Hmm," she said. "I think I'll like you."

I rolled my eyes while fighting a smile on my lips. "I'm sorry," I admitted. "I didn't see you. I guess I had a little too much tequila."

She laughed. "Yeah, I definitely like you. I'm Thalia. Sorry for freaking out."

I smirked. "Annabeth," I greeted back. "So, do you know what those girls are squealing about?" I asked, pointing towards them.

"Ugg," Thalia said while rolling her eyes. "They're all freaking out because the ship owner, Poseidon's, son is coming on board at our next stop. It's his eighteenth birthday tomorrow so the ship is throwing a huge party. His son is supposed to be, like, insanely hot." She suggestively wiggled her eyebrows.

I laughed. "Yeah, I don't think so." I wasn't in the mood to have any guy hitting on me or for me to hit on any guy. I know that I'm gorgeous and I have super model looks that kill—I've been told many times before. But that's another thing that I hate about having rich parents. They pay to have my hair done, a dermatologist to keep my skin perfect and a personal trainer (which I personally thought was kind of rude) to keep me in shape.

But with these looks comes all the names and the rumors and—of course—the guys. Not in a good way. I don't know what's wrong with the world, but it always seems that when a hot girl comes around, everyone automatically assumes that she's easy.

Once, when I was a freshman, there was this popular guy, Luke, who was a senior at the time. One day he stopped me in the hall and complimented me. He started doing that every day—each time getting more and more deep. Finally, one day he asked me to go to the movies. That coming Friday that we were supposed to go, I started hearing rumors all over school that Luke only asked me out because I was quote-unquote "easy". I hadn't even had my first kiss. But I figured those were just rumors. Luke wouldn't say that—he was too sweet. But that night, during the movie he turned towards me and kissed me. At first I was beyond happy. I mean, I was kissing a senior! Until his hand started reaching up my shirt.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pulling back.

He just smirked. "C'mon. I'm just trying to have a little fun."

So that's when I, of course, found out that the rumors were true. I haven't kissed a guy or even gone out with a guy sense. But because of my professionally-paid-for looks, guys still think I'm easy. Every day, especially on these cruises, I have to deal with guys staring at me like a bunch of perverts.

"THERE HE IS!" one of the girls shouted, snapping me out of my thoughts. Thalia and I both whipped out heads around until we saw a teenage boy rounding the corner.

He had dark hair and bright green eyes that reminded me of the sea itself. His skin was fairly tanned and he was even more jacked than Luke was-and Luke was the captain of the football team. He walked with a sort of shyness that I found extremely cute, like he didn't want to be noticed.

Bottom line-he was hot.

The girl that spilt my drink on me earlier—Rachel, I think her name was—broke through the rest of them, walked right up to the owner's gorgeous son, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him with a passion that was just begging for people's attention. My heart dipped a little but I brought it back up again. I shouldn't be feeling anything, right? I mean, I don't even know his name.

"Thalia," I whispered so no one would hear. "What's his name?"

"His name," she replied with a smirk. "Is Percy Jackson."

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-kenna(: