"Um, sure," I answered to Annabeth. She smirked and kissed my cheek. It was a date. I wish I could go back in time and slap myself before I could say those words. Okay, so at first I wasn't sure. I liked Annabeth a lot and I couldn't refuse a first date with her. She was pretty and tall and blonde with the most beautiful eyes ever, they were gray, which was a rare eye color. Annabeth was the daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. She's athletic and strong and unlike any other demigoddess you could meet. So I just couldn't say no.
I talked to Grover, my satyr friend, about it after she'd asked me about it. Well, uh, the first "helpful" thing he said to me was why she'd even bothered to ask me.
"I mean, she KNOWS you," Grover said. I threw a Coke can at him and he ate it in one mega goat bite.
"Very funny, goat boy," I said sarcastically. Grover's pretty good at reading emotions but he's not the best satyr ever at giving advice. I told him I was pretty worried about going on this huge date with Annabeth. He told me I had nothing to worry about and that Annabeth would fall head over heels for me within the 5 hours we'd be there because I was hot, funny, and cool. That made me wonder if Grover was a little bit gay.
"Whoa, Grover, I don't like you that way, man," I joked. He threw a pillow at me and I dodged it easily.
"Okay do you prefer this: Annabeth will never fall in love with you because you're ugly and faggy and at the skating rink when you fall on your butt, she's going to be laughing her head off at you," he replied to me.
"Oh, just shut up and eat your homework."
I tried to study Greek mythology that night, telling myself not to worry. It took me hours to read Chapter 15: Hades and Persephone because the more worried I got the more the words swirled and flew off of the pages. Finally, I got so mad I threw the Greek mythology text book against the wall. It hit my uncapped water bottle and water spilled all over the pages. The book was really cheap so some of the pages separated from one another. Great, I thought, I'll be paying 90 bucks for that within a week. I tried to tell myself that our date would go wonderfully. Maybe Annabeth would be so in love with me that she'd lose herself and throw herself into my arms and ask me to marry me. Boy, was I wrong…
