{Author's note. My first Percy Jackson Fanfiction. I do not own PJO or any music from The Cab}
Percy's Point of View
"Rachel, we need to talk," I say.
"Babe, I'm busy."
"It's important," I insist.
"Then tell me," she says, crossing her arms.
"I meant that I need to talk to you alone," I say, gesturing to the small group of friends around her.
"They're probably going to hear what you have to say eventually anyways so go ahead and tell me," she says, tucking a strand of red hair behind her ear.
"Fine. Rachel, I'm sorry, but I want to break up," I say.
Her eyes widen in surprise and she stands up and pulls me to the corner of the room.
"Why?" She asks, after getting over her shock. "Is it something I did..?"
"No. It's not your fault. It's just that...the passion, it isn't there. I'm so sorry."
Rachel squeezes her eyes shut as a tear slides down her face.
"Rachel, I-"
"No, I get it," she says, opening her eyes. Rachel leans over and kisses me on the corner of my lips. "Thank you for being honest with me."
"Friends?" I ask.
"Yeah," she sighs.
~Two Weeks later, the first day of school!
Annabeth's Point of View
I throw my bag over my shoulder and get out of my car. Today is my first day at Goode High School. Sophomore year.
I open the door to the school and get second glances my way. I look down over my outfit to make sure I didn't accidently wear slippers to school or something.
No, I'm good. I have on black skinny jeans, a plain gray V-neck, red high tops, and my curly hair pulled back into a ponytail.
I pull out a piece of notebook paper where everything I need to know is written down in my careful letters.
"Well hi there sexy," A tall boy with spiky brown hair says, starting to walk beside me.
"Hello perverted hormonal teenage boy who needs to learn to treat females less like objects and more like people," I say, walking past him.
I stop at locker 324. And start to put in the combination. 23-4-12.
"Impressive."
I turn to see a muscular boy with jet black hair and sea-green eyes and a sideways side.
"What, that I know how to open a locker?" I say sarcastically, putting my books into my locker.
"I was going to say for putting Brent in his place, but whatever works for you," he says, a smirk on his face. He turns his back to me and leaves.
Whoa. He wasn't offended, didn't try to be hurtful back. That's...different. And he was cute. Not that it matters. Boys are overrated.
But his eyes. Oh my goodness.
I walk to my homeroom. My homeroom teacher is also my first period English teacher: Mr. Blofish.
Posted on the board is a seating arrangement. I walk to the back row of the classroom and sit down at the small table in the right corner. The tables were meant for two people. The bell rings and the boy with the spikey hair - Brent, I think it was - sits down next to me.
"Joy," I say, rolling my eyes.
Before Brent has time to respond the boy from the lockers earlier taps on his shoulder.
"What do you want?" He says rudely, before turning around and seeing who it was. His eyes widen a little bit. "Sorry man, it didn't see-"
"You're in my seat," he says, cutting Brent off.
"But-"
The boy with the sea-green eyes points to the chart in the front of the room. "My seat, Brent. Stop bothering the new girl and move before you get me in trouble."
"Fine." Brent moves all the way to the front of the room.
The boy - who's name I still have yet to find out - takes the chair to my left.
Mr. Blofis starts calling names for attendance.
"Annabeth Chase."
"Present," I say, raising my hand.
Sea eyes turns his head and whispers to me. "Annabeth? Isn't that two names?"
I just give him a glare. I zone out for a little longer.
"Perseus Jackson?"
"Yep."
I turn towards him. "Perseus? What are you, greek?"
To my surprise, he laughs. A deep laugh. And if I wasn't Annabeth Chase I would probably melt at the sound.
"You can call me Percy."
"I'll call you what I want, seaweed brain," I say.
"Why seaweed?" He asks.
"The color of your eyes, you idiot."
A smirk crawls onto his face. "Has someone been getting lost into my beautiful eyes?" He asks, batting his eyelashes.
"In your dreams, Perseus." Then I turn my attention to Mr. Blofis.
"Today being the first day back, I'll just let you spend the rest of homeroom chatting or doing whatever."
A girl with long straight blonde hair walks up to Percy.
"I heard you and Rachel broke up. Shame. Just wanted you to know that I'm single and free on Friday nights." She winks and walks away, shaking her hips.
"She the queen of whoredom or something?" I ask.
"Pretty much," he says with a light laugh.
"So, who's Rachel?"
Percy's eyes soften. "She is my ex-girlfriend. We dated for a year. She's sweet and all, but it was just...I don't know, there just wasn't a spark."
"Oh. Well I'm sorry it didn't work out."
"You know those songs that perfectly explain your reasoning?"
"Yeah."
Percy pulls out his iPhone and hands me a earbud. He puts the other in his ear. He starts playing a song. After a couple seconds I name it. Bad by The Cab.
It feels just like it was yesterday
We were in love, why's it falling apart
I've never been one to walk away
But I've had enough and it's breaking my heart
Cause you love me just the way that you should
It's nothing that you do, no it's nothing you say
Yeah baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl no, not today
Cause I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I want a bad girl, baby, bad, I want it bad
I want a girl who stays out too late
And when I call, she doesn't answer the phone
Oh, I want a girl who likes it her way
And through it all, I know I'll end up alone
Yeah yeah, you love me just the way that you should
It's nothing that you do, no no, it's nothing you say
Oh pretty baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl, no not today, mmm
Cause I want it bad I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight, I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad, I want it bad
I'm getting sick of predictable, tired of acting logical
Oh yeah, I gotta shake it up tonight
Yeah girl I want something physical
Not something invisible, oh yeah
I'm tired of being good, let's be bad
I want a bad girl baby, bad
And I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight, I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight, I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad
He wants a love that's full of passion. He wants a girl who's independent. A girl who doesn't give in.
Before I can talk to Percy the bell rings for first period. Half of the people leave the classroom. But Percy and I stay seated. We must have first period together too.
After a break between classes Mr. Blofis starts Talking.
"Hello everyone. My name is Mr. Blofis. I will be your English teacher. For our first task you will be partnering up and creating a story that is at least 50 pages to show your writing skills or lack of. It can be about anything. Your partner will be the person sitting beside you. I will give you the rest of class to get started planning. If you have any questions feel free to ask."
"Well seaweed brain, I am an A plus student and we will get a good grade on this understand?" I say. My mother would kill me with anything less than greatness.
"Whatever you say, Wise Girl."
"Give me your phone," I say.
"Why?"
"Just give it." Percy unlocks his phone and hands it to me. I create a contact named 'Wise Girl.'
I hand back his phone and he gives me a sideways smile. "Desperate to talk to me, Annabeth?"
"Don't flatter yourself, Seaweed brain. It's only for work purposes." Percy is focused on his phone.
I feel my phone vibrate. I pull it out and see Text from an unknown number.
'Whatever you say, Wise Girl. (;'
I save the contact as 'Seaweed Brain'.
