Annabeth POV
I hate New York.
First, somebody steals my purse (not like there was anything in it), then I get hopelessly lost looking for a school I don't even want to go to, and then I run into someone.
He stumbles, and I fall onto my butt.
"Damn it," I mutter, running my hand through my hair.
"Sorry," he says sheepishly, "I'm looking for this school and my cousins took the map and ditched me."
I looked up at him. He had perfectly wind blown, raven black hair, nice toned muscles, and he was wearing a black v-neck, dark wash skinny jeans, and white converse.
His eyes.
They were sea green, swirling around like the sea.
Our eyes locked, gray on green.
"Hey," I said, scrunching my eyebrows together, "Aren't you Percy Jackson? International teen star? Part of the band Freedom?" I asked.
He flinched and said, "Yes, and please don't take my shirt!"
I laughed, "There is no way in Hades I would take your shirt," I said.
He laughed and said, "You don't happen to know the way to Goode High, do you?" he asked, helping me up.
I shook my head, "I was trying to find it too. Um, 104 27th St.?"
He looked around, "I think that's this way," he said, pointing in the direction I had been heading.
"Let's go, then," I said, gabbing the straps of my back pack and heading that way. He followed, and eventually we were walking side by side.
I glanced at him again.
He's cute
No, he's not. Don't think like that.
He is and you know it!
He's probably stuck up
Does he seem stuck up?
Well...no. But I just met him!
I'm not saying you have to date him, just that he's cute.
I need a mental hospital
You said it, not me.
I shook my, head to clear those thoughts away. My blonde curls bounced around my face, annoying the crap out of me, so I pulled my hair into a pony tail.
"There it is," Percy said.
I looked up to see a large brick building with amazing architecture.
"Hmmmmm, that's a nice looking school," I said.
Then, the bell rang.
"Shit," we both cursed, and ran towards the doors.
"Late!" the teacher exclaimed, as Percy and I walked through the door. Turns out we have the same schedule besides our selected subject. His was marine biology, and min was architecture.
She was old, and wearing the ugliest color of baby blue.
"Sorry Mrs..." I trailed off, trying to make out the name on the board.
Stupid dyslexia.
"Mrs. Dumbles," I finished, trying hard not to laugh at that last name.
"We got lost," Percy said, sheepishly.
"I'll let this one slide," she said, "But next time you will get detention."
I gave her a slight nod and we hurried to two seats in the back of the classroom.
"Today we will be discussing the feud between Poseidon and Athena, two of the richest people in the world."
The feud? What class was this?
"What happened, is Athena was hired by Poseidon to build the building for The Big Three industries and-"
"That's not right," Percy and I blurted our at the same time.
"And how would you two know?" She snapped, crossing her arms.
"I'm Athena's daughter, Annabeth Chase," I said.
"And I'm Poseidon's son, Percy Jackson." This statement was followed by a bunch of girly screams.
"QUIET CLASS!" Mrs. Dumbles screeched.
I rolled my eyes, "Athena was not hired, she applied for the job. Poseidon hired her, but didn't read the contract before he did."
"The contract stated that Athena would own the building and that they would have to pay bills to her, as well as the water and electricity bill," Percy said.
"When Poseidon found this out, he was furious, and they got into a huge argument. So, the building was never made," I finished.
"Well," she snapped, "That was-"
She was cut off by the bell ringing, and she was furious.
Percy and I high fived, and were the first ones out the door.
"What was that class?" I asked.
"History. I still don't understand why we went over that," he said, scrunching his eyebrows together, probably in some state of confusion.
He. Is. So. Cute!
I really, really, really, really need a mental hospital.