Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. Because you can't own people in this day and age. But in all seriousness, I don't own the series or its characters.


So you know that squawking noise girls make when they're surprised? Well, hearing pretty Miss Annabeth Chase make that sound when she found out I had gotten a better grade than her on our Ancient Mythology test was hilarious.

It wasn't like I had studied compulsively for the test. In fact, I was surprised that I had managed to do so well. But to hold that over her head was ridiculously fun.

She cornered me after class that day.

"You cheated."

This wasn't a question. She spat that out as she jabbed her finger at my chest.

"No, I didn't."

She glared at me. "Yes, you did."

"I swear to Zeus, I didn't."

"Stop rubbing your knowledge of Greek mythology in my face."

"I swear to my lord and saviour Jesus Christ, I didn't."

"Shut up, bastard."

Sometimes my girlfriend was much too much of a perfectionist. I pushed her arm back to her side and shrugged. "Look, those Poseidon and water-related myths just came naturally."

She mumbled something under her breath. I cocked my eyebrow, but chose to ignore it. No point in irritating her further. I brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a kiss onto her forehead. She exhaled deeply – probably excessively, but you know, let her have her theatrics – and pressed her lips together.

"I'm still annoyed at you. Don't forget that."

I smiled a little and kissed her.

She was still frustrated at me for the rest of the day – she really didn't let me forget – but after receiving top marks in all her other classes, she decided to stop spontaneously hitting me on the arm.

"You know, you're probably going to get a C on our next test, Seaweed Brain," she informed me after finally getting over the whole issue.

I did.


Author's note: So, I've decided to dabble into Percy Jackson and the Olympians after my long hiatus from Fanfiction. This ficlet idea just came at 10:30 at night. But hope you enjoy it?


Unrelated author's note: I don't even know how much more fanfiction I will be writing. I have all these plot bunnies, but, to quote John Green, "my thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations". But I've missed you fanfiction. I've been reading you anonymously like a creeper, but I've abandoned you. Sowwy. If you discovered me through my really old Clique fanfiction (all of which I'm mildly ashamed of because of how much my grammar has [hopefully] improved), I apologize for fandom jumping.