Hey, so this is a new story called Inside His Life.
I am not Rick so I do not own the characters!
Annabeth's POV
I laugh along with my friends, as they insult all the losers and nerds that walk by our table. I am the lead popular in our group, my name is Annabeth Chase and I am 16 years old, and truthfully, I've never really thought making fun of people was all that funny. Then why did I do it?
It's simple really; I want to fit in, but not just with anyone, with the populars. The second you become a popular, you are treated like royalty, who doesn't want that?
There's this one kid; Percy Jackson, my table picks on him the most. Why? Well because he is an easy target, he doesn't get good grades, he is ADHD and Dyslexic, His dad left him and his mom what he was little, and he is anorexic; see, just too easy. I Kind of felt bad for him.
The shriek of the bell could be heard, signaling the start of class. I groaned as I picked up my bag and made my way to Social Studies, my least favorite class.
"Alright class, for your next assignment you need a partner," everyone looked at their friends, "but I picked your partners. For this assignment you have to get to know your partner and do a presentation on their life. Now I don't want the boring stuff like favorite colour, DIG DEEP! Find out the stuff that no one knows about!" This didn't sound too bad. "Alright now for partners: Kyle and Katie, Alex and Logan," she went on listing name, "Annabeth and Percy." Hold on, back up, did she just say Percy? As in Percy Jackson? There was no way I was working with Percy Jackson! Never in a million years!
"Alright class get with your partner and no switching!"
I looked around for Percy and finally found him in the back of the room, slumped down in his chair, listening to music and looking at me; he must be able to hear over the music. I pick up my stuff and move to the empty desk next to his.
"Hey," He says to me, I ignore him, "alright listen, I know you think I'm a weirdo and what not, but just forget any problems you have with me for only 2 weeks so we can get this project done." I nod at him.
"Ok." I replied. He put his hands over his heart and said sarcastically,
"Wow, you have a way with words." I just rolled my eyes at him. "We can work at my house if you want?"
"Ya sure," I answer, "but you'll need to give me your address."
"Right." He nods, writing his address on a scrap piece of paper, he hands it to me and the bell rings signaling the end of class.