back from the dead she rises again! anyway, here's another brand new ensemble piece! i understand how i have most written jasper in the past but now i hope to make this a little more...everybody. there's going to be 8 POVs, such as Annabeth, Percy, Rachel, Nico, Piper, Jason, Frank and Hazel (plenty of characters, i know) and this is basically sort of an AU about their lives as the super-rich Elite, featured in Hong Kong.

This is going to be very Gossip Girl, private school and very focused on dramas and the lifestyles of the rich. It's featured in Hong Kong, not America because for me, it's easier to draw from my own experience of living in various cities in Asia (Hong Kong being one of them) to show you how much freedom not even a 'rich kid' has in these cities but just purely as a foreigner. I decided to put a twist on the typical rich kids story by putting them into a foreign country and wa-la! It has been adapted and slightly inspired by a story on Wattpad called Shanghai's Elite by imjustsocoollikethat.

Some of the characters might be a bit OOC but I did try to incorporate Rick's characters to what I think is the modern, rich-kid teenage equivalent of their true personalities.

DISCLAIMER: i do not own any of this stuff, belongs to R&R

WARNINGS: Features swearing, drug use, underage drinking, the works.

PAIRINGS: Percabeth, Jasper, Frazel, RachelxApollo (slight), RachelxOctavian (slight), Solangeo, Jeyna (past), Perachel (past), Lukabeth (past)

ENJOY!

CHAPTER ONE

Annabeth

"Excuse me!" The sound of Annabeth Chase's high-pitched squeal was squashed out of her chest as she hurriedly skipped onto the cement pavement. She huffed a breath of relief as she was just narrowly missed being flattened to death by a barreling Lamborghini. Annabeth gawked as she saw another car- a Bugatti Vernon cruising right behind the Lambo that almost killed Annabeth as she crossed over to Canton Street.

Annabeth shook her head at such profound display of wealth, still trying digest the last sixty-two hours of her life and wondering if it was just her jet-lag that was causing her to be on the edge of things lately. Annabeth glanced up to admire the sights around her- she was currently in Tsim Sha Tsui, exploring one of the most popular destinations in Hong Kong, which also happened to be a giant world bazaar of Bollywood-themed memorabilia, Shanghainese tailors, sweet-talking restaurant touts, gorgeous gems and jewellery, flashy cameras, international brand name stores and Asian street label boutiques.

Annabeth Chase wasn't a major fan of shopping and girly dresses but she was still stunned by the sheer luxury that Hong Kong offered because when her father had said they were moving to Hong Kong, she wasn't thrilled.

To be far, it was only sixty-two hours ago, Annabeth Chase was in tears, bawling her eyes out at the thought of living San Francisco, mumbling about how she would miss her friends and everything about America and how she would absolutely despise Hong Kong.

Of course, who could blame her? San Francisco was her home. She loved the city- she loved taking the tram to the public library and for dates with her boyfriend- well now, ex-boyfriend, Luke Castellan. She would miss cruising by her old suburban neighbourhood, where she had patchwork memories of running down the cobblestone sidewalks and laying on huge beds of green she called her backyard with people she called her friends. She would miss strolling through the inner-city, coffee in hand, or the activities she would attend- an occasional slam poetry book club, yoga classes...and of course, Luke. Sweet, dearest Luke. They had been going out since freshmen year and when Annabeth revealed that she was moving to Hong Kong, they both knew their relationship would not be able to survive the distance and the time zones. So they broke up and while Luke still talked to her on Skype and their relationship seemed friendly, cordial even, she was still picking up the pieces of her heart when he kissed her forehead and bid her goodbye.

Annabeth blinked out the tears of her eyes and swallowed the lump forming in her throat- she was not one to get emotional so easily so she inhaled a sharp breath and decided to venture out further into the street. Annabeth stared up at the massive complex in front of her- one of the biggest shopping malls in Hong Kong, possibly in Asia, and it stared back with its glittering eyes.

"Holy shit," she muttered, shaking her head in as she head in. Immediately, she was greeted by large designer boutiques, international brand names smirking exclusively at her. Annabeth's fingers fiddled with her purse- a good old leather satchel she bought from this anonymous antique store in San Francisco- and brought out her wallet as she saw familiarity in a coffee stall right next to Louis Vuitton.

It was funny how she ended up here. When Mr Chase's childhood friend started a business in Hong Kong- to 'break into the Asian' market- he insisted on hiring on Annabeth's dad as a VP. It was such a high paying offer that nobody in their right mind could refuse, even if it halfway around the world.

Of course, Annabeth was thrilled to have her father's talents finally recognised and recognised with an eighth figure salary but she was still slightly salty about leaving everything behind. Regardless, she understood it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Who was her to keep her father from accepting the job?

But still...Hong Kong? Annabeth Chase might be a straight A student but she was sure it was somewhat part of China and when she thought of China, her mind flew up pictures of Buddhist temples, chow mein noodles, paper lanterns and lots and lots of red. Not this.

Annabeth remembered the first time she pulled out of the airport with her family and she had to roll down the windows of the BMW to properly gawk at the glimmering skyline surrounding her- a crisscross mass of gigantic billboards, enormous highways and tall skyscrapers,dotted with neon lights and luxury cars. Even at dead two a.m, Hong Kong still buzzed with life.

The vibrant colours that glowed off each building- neon purple, blue, white, red- were reflected off the harbour in between Hong Kong and Kowloon. The fuzzy, mirrored image of Hong Kong's skyline was mesmerising, beautifully lounging on the grey-blue waters of the Victoria Harbour as cruise ships, cargo boats and luxury yachts glided over.

The city had a certain type of buzzed allure, a New York-esque high energy that made Annabeth felt invigorated and warm on the inside. She wondered if she would ever adapt to Hong Kong's hustle and bustle. Hong Kong's fast-paced lifestyle was a definite contrast to the slow serenity endured in her hometown Virginia and the quiet, suburban tranquility of her old home in Mill Valley, San Francisco.

Annabeth watched the world around her swirl as she walked over to the coffee stall, observing the mall milling with scattered, foreign pedestrians so her blonde hair and white skin didn't feel completely out of place in an Asian country. Blazing by her was a group of blonde teenaged girls, giggling and balancing on their six inch heels and clutching their designer bags. They looked like they just walked out of a magazine catalogue, making Annabeth suddenly aware of her myriad of insufficiencies in her tattered old Ralph Lauren polo and Gap cargo shorts.

Stop it, Annabeth said to herself as she began to queue for her coffee. Annabeth had never been one of those girls who were image conscious and fret about her makeup or her clothes. Frankly, she had never express any interest in clothes ever. But what piqued her interest was how there were so many foreigners in Hong Kong.

She figured, after a while, it made sense. China- and therefore, to an extent Hong Kong- was the world's second-leading economy (sometimes first, depending on where you look at it) so foreign businessmen would flock to expand their companies. And where there were billionaires, there would be their sophisticated wives, encrusted in diamonds and fur, and their spoiled, entitled children, noses up in their air as they blow money whenever they could.

Suddenly, Annabeth became nervous at that thought. She would be attending one of the most exclusive schools in the city, Hong Kong International School, and she could tell just by the indications of the school's dress code that was listed on the school website, it would be a dress to impress kind of school. And as one of the mottos of rich kids echoed all over the world, it was to 'never wear anything below fifty dollars'. Annabeth bit her lip. She hoped HKIS wasn't filled with snobby, turn-your-nose-up-in-the air kids who prioritized everything about designer bags and Jimmy Choos…

Then, out of nowhere, the girl in front of her who just received her coffee turned and unexpectedly collided into her, spilling the ice beverage all over Annabeth's front.

"Oh my God!" the girl cried, "I'm so sorry!"

Annabeth was shocked at the coldness of the drink, gasping as the ice cubes landed on her chest. She looked down and just her luck, she happened to be wearing a white Ralph Lauren polo shirt. Fuck me, Annabeth thought as the coffee dripped through her white shirt, staining it forever. And it was one of her favourite shirts too.

Annabeth's eyes floated to the girl who had spilled her coffee and couldn't help but release a little gasp at the girl in front of her. Their eyes met and the girl had these pair of intense jade green eyes, along with a mane of shiny red carrot hair and pale skin that seemed untouched by summer. "I'm so sorry," she said once again, "I'm such a klutz!"

"It's fine," Annabeth said, swallowing as she reached for the stack of tissue papers sitting by the counter to pat her shirt. "I'll just...uh…"

"No, I feel so bad!" The girl sighed, "Please, I'll make it up to you. I'll pay for your coffee and I'll get you a new shirt."

"Um, not it's fine really-" Annabeth blinked rapidly, her mouth half open. She had never felt so intimidated. The girl was so enchantingly beautiful with her soft strawberry blonde hair, her green eyes and the way she presented herself- a clink of Tiffany on her wrists and the designer tote bag carried by her shoulder, which showcased her wealth- made Annabeth stepped back a bit. There was about her that seemed refined, like you would be lucky to even be in her presence and people worshiped the ground she walked on.

"Please, I insist!" The girl pushed even further and Annabeth surrendered, smiling slightly despite the turn of events.

"Okay."

"Are you sure I can just pick whatever?"

The girl averted her attention from her phone to Annabeth; she smiled, full of perfectly straightened canines. "Of course, it doesn't matter."

Annabeth gaped at the girl and turned back at the racks brimming with clothes in front of her. They were in this specialised Asian boutique that the girl recommended had some pretty nice clothes. However, nothing cost below two hundred dollars or in the case of Hong Kong dollars, nothing below 1500.

Just find the cheapest thing here, Annabeth. Annabeth continued searching for something that wasn't too costly but something about the girl told Annabeth that price really didn't matter. When Annabeth finally found something not too extravagant on the credit card, the girl shook her head.

"No, that's not really your colour," the girl sighed, grasping the metal hanger that had a forest green sweater-type top. "I'm thinking this one is pretty cute." The girl gestured to a silky blouse and even though, Annabeth was no fashion connoisseur she had to admit that it was a pretty gorgeous top. It was silver and sparkly and glistened in the shop's industrial lights as the girl held it up.

Annabeth grappled for the price tag at the corner and almost threw up her Americano when she saw it. Four thousand Hong Kong dollars? Annabeth did some quick calculations in her head. That was almost...five hundred US dollars.

"It's a bit of a steep price," Annabeth said uncertainly, trying to place back the silky top, "I don't think-"

"Don't be stupid," the girl raised her shoulders, a clever expression twisting her doll-like, delicate features. "I did ruined your polo shirt. So think of this as settling my debt." She made eye contact with the woman at the table, "Put this top on my card, please."

Annabeth almost blanched. "Um thanks, that's really sweet of you- I can't-"

"It's not a big deal," the girl levelled her green gaze onto Annabeth and with a perfectly polite smile of Chanel glossy lips, she questioned her, sounding more interrogative that curious: "Do you live here?"

"Um yeah, I just moved."

"Oh, that's cool!" The girl brightened considerably. "Where from?"

"Um, San Francisco."

"Oh, you're from the States too? That's so cool. I was born in New York but I moved here when I was eight. You know what school you're going too?"

Annabeth twirled a strand of her honey blonde hair nervously, tucking it behind her ear- a tic she picked up whenever her anxiety settled in. "Oh, I'm starting the year at Hong Kong International School."

"No way, that's where I go," the girl tilted her head and grinned vicariously, "Now you really need to try on that shirt since we'll obviously be acquaintances."

Annabeth chuckled slightly and ducked her head into the nearby dressing room. "I guess."

"Oh by the way, what's your name?" The girl asked.

"Annabeth Chase."

The girl flipped her voluminous strawberry blonde curls over her shoulder, adjusted her Tiffany bracelet as she extended her hand, "I'm Rachel," Annabeth promptly shook her hand, "Rachel Dare."

Annabeth's eyes widened. Wait, Dare? Where she heard that name? Memories and stats flashed through her mind. Dare as in Dare Enterprises? Annabeth's jaw slackened as she retreated her hand, smiled at Rachel and went into the dressing room to change. It was Rachel Dare, daughter of the powerful and rich CEO of Dare Enterprises, Warren Dare, that was standing in front of her. The same Rachel Dare who spilled her iced mocha all over Annabeth's polo and was offering to compensate by buying a five hundred dollar top.

Annabeth slipped out of her drenched polo shirt and into the silk blouse- it felt soft and cool on her skin, like she was being draped in sheets of luxury. She stepped out of the dressing room to take a look in the mirror and Rachel, who happened to be texting on her rose gold iPhone 7, glanced up.

"It looks really good on you," Rachel said enthusiastically, "Now aren't you glad you got this one instead?"

Annabeth was relatively speechless- say thank you, you idiot her brain screamed at her- and she glided a hand down the material. "Thanks so much."

Rachel shrugged nonchalantly and rose up from the comfortable velvet couch placed in the middle of the spacious dressing room. Rachel came up to Annabeth and her eyes flickered over to her own reflection, examining Annabeth's long blonde hair knotted into a ponytail along with a cap that said San Fran, her cargo shorts, which seemed out of place with the silk top and the worn converses Annabeth wore for the whole day of walking and exploring Hong Kong.

"Hey, by the way, I'm going to meet my friend Piper for sushi tomorrow night. You should come! She goes to HKIS as well so this is a way for you to meet some people before the semester starts."

"Um…" Annabeth trailed off, feeling slightly uneasy but she thought: Fuck it, I can do sushi. This is a new country where I'm going to experience new things. "Yeah sure," she beamed, rubbing her hands excitedly on the fabric of her shorts.

"Cool, we'll meet you at Umami. I'll text you the location," Rachel unlocked her iPhone to swap numbers with Annabeth's Samsung Galaxy.

With a wave of a pale hand, Rachel bid her goodbye, saying she had an appointment somewhere else and that she couldn't wait for tonight. Annabeth watched as Rachel gracefully slid out of the boutique as the woman keyed in her purchase to Rachel's tab.

Annabeth glanced back at her reflection, then at all her belongings piling up in a mount in her dressing room where her Americano sat waiting for her and her leather satchel was leaning up against the cream wall. She was still unable to process what just happened and how it happened so quick and so breathlessly- Rachel Dare just spilled coffee on her, bought her one and a top and invited her to have sushi with her friend, Piper- whoever she may be- and Annabeth had no doubt Piper was easily just as rich.

Jitters and excitement settled in her stomach as she stared herself down in the mirror before heading into the dressing room to collect her items and leaving the boutique to explore more of the enchanting city.

Welcome to Hong Kong, land of the mega rich.

PERCY

The taste of Johny Walker Black had always tasted like chewed-up acid in Percy's opinion but it didn't stop him from sipping as he waited for his friends to show up in the expensive, upper-scale bar/restaurant that was located inside the Mandarin Oriental.

As he tapped his fingers on the satin-covered table, he checked his phone if anybody- most especially, his girlfriend- had replied. He sighed in disappointment when he saw that Rachel had left him on read again. It began a month ago when she just started giving him the cold shoulder out of nowhere. He had called her countless times everyday and had spent the last thirty days getting acquainted with her voicemail. He had left her over a hundred messages in that time frame as well, all left on read. Even when he went up to her apartment penthouse in Tai Tam, her favourite Maison Pierre Marcolini chocolates in hand and a bouquet of her favourite blue hydrangeas (which had always succeeded in making the redhead cave and take him back no matter what he had done), her maid refused to let him in at her request.

Women, he thought as he scanned the restaurant for any signs of Jason or Leo walking through the suede padded doors. The restaurant, which went by the name of Floregilium, dressed itself up like it was back in the Jazz Age. It's decor was gaudy and old-fashioned with velvet chairs, dense red carpets, chandeliers, satin silk tables and gold trimmings restaurant was too heavily saturated with the past- bronze frame pictures of important dukes and duchesses, too obsessed with making people feel dignified and important, reminding Percy of his old-money stuffy grandma who wore too much makeup. But Percy guessed that was the idea.

Then suddenly, the entrance opened up and revealed Jason and Leo striding in, their presence announced into the atmosphere. Jason grinned as he saw Percy and Leo waved as the maitre' de led them to Percy's table.

"How long did you wait?" was the first thing out of Jason's mouth as he fist-bumped his friend.

"Too long," Percy grumbled, sipping from the whisky glass and recoiling slightly at the paint burner taste that glided down his throat. "What were you assholes doing?"

"My dad was tying me up in the meeting room," Jason defended himself, which Percy honestly believed (because Mr Grace was the living embodiment of a hardass) and Leo shrugged.

"I just got up, to be honest."

Percy shook his head. "You retard, it's almost one in the afternoon."

Leo stretched as he sat himself down in the chair, "What? It's the summer holidays. I'm allowed to be lazy." He scrutinised Percy's drink, "And seriously, dude? Day drinking? Are you trying to expand your growing list of sins?"

Percy rolled his eyes and flipped him the bird. "As if you could talk. I saw your snaps last night. You were out."

'Wow, okay mom." Leo held up his hands in surrender and smirked knowingly, his dark brown eyes grinning maniacally. It was almost ridiculous how identical Leo was to his father, Mr. Valdez, who was the owner of Valdez Machinery and Co- the worldwide company that helped provide infrastructure and building materials all over the world. Rumours had it that Leo was going to be the next in line to takeover the company- it wasn't a surprise, really. Even though Leo wasn't the oldest in his family, both his older siblings had professed no interest in taking over the family business.

Jason laughed, "You're such a hypocrite, Leo. You just criticised Percy for day drinking when you went out last night with Dakota and Larry."

Leo grew miffed and pouted. "Hey, it was for a valid cause! Dakota was leaving with his family to go to Switzerland and you never know, it might be the last time I ever see him again."

Jason and Percy snorted simultaneously, as if to say yeah right, and then glanced down at the menu in front of them. Just looking at the options was enough to make Percy salivate and his stomach grumble so he promptly decided on what was the most attractive and what he was craving, then he decided to order. Once the waiter had finished noting down what they wanted and walked away, they settled into easy conversation. After all, it had been weeks since they caught up with each other. While Percy spent his summer holidays trying to reach Rachel and fucking other hot foreigners in Hong Kong, Jason had been working day and night at his father's company- the Grace Foundation, which unironically was also the name of their charity campaign- and Leo had just came back from Frankfurt just a few days ago.

"Where's Nico?" Jason wondered at the absence of the younger Di Angelo who usually came on their lunch appointments.

"Said he has a family appointment," Percy shrugged, "But I think he'll see us this weekend at Dakota's penthouse party."

"So you and Rachel still g or nah?" Leo asked immediately once the waiter left.

Percy rubbed his tired eyes. He was starting to get sick of this topic- sick of chasing a girl he didn't even like that much. They started out, purely from a favour for his father, and ended because he couldn't tolerate it anymore. "I don't know. She's still ignoring my texts."

"Call her?"

"Voice mail."

"Go to her place?"

"Won't let me in to see her."

"Jesus," Leo whistled, "What did you do to fuck up? Did she find out about Kelli? Or Sydney? Or Irina? Or-"

"I get it," Percy snapped, but not unkindly. He ran a hair through his unruly hair- a signature move that always made women swoon. It first became a habit but then it would transform into voluntary when he was in the presence of attractive girls. "Fuck, I think she knew about something."

"But what's different this time?" Jason lazily reclined his body in the plush velvet chair. Unlike Percy, whose distinct characteristic was a case of messy bedhead, sea-green eyes (a little bit of an irony as his father was owner of a shipping magnate), unkempt button shirts and denims- staples of a heartbreaker with a heart of gold (as paradoxical as that sounds), Jason's appearance was very much like his character, a typical uniformed look of pressed shirts and blue ties with his classical, all-American 1950s beauty, reminiscent of Marlon Brando and Gregory Peck. He basically appeared like the type of dude Lana Del Rey sang about in all her sugar-daddy songs. Leo, on the other hand, with his impish grins, curly hair and wild eyes was the type of boy you dread to bring back home to meet your parents- he was fun to hang around and he always guaranteed a good time but his nature revealed a chain of commitment issues that indicated he wasn't the type who stick around after he was bored of you.

"I don't know," Percy fiddled with the shiny gold clasp of his Patek Phillipe on his arm- a birthday present for Rachel last August. "I keep trying my best to talk to her but she's not having it."

Jason's halo eyebrows knitted. "Really? She had always taken you back when you show up with chocolate and roses. Or that time you serenaded her in front of all the upperclassmen.'

Leo added: "Or that time you filled her whole living room with poems you stole off Tumblr."

"Or that time you-"

"Okay, okay," Percy laughed, clearly humoured. "I get it. I'm a cheating asshole but usually, by now, she would've forgiven me."

"Or maybe she's just tired of all your bullshit," Jason pointed out, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. Despite the rather awkward, stoic and nerdy vibe Jason gave off, the girls ate it up like crazy. Maybe it also due to the fact that Jason was heir to a billionaire company but still, all the girls fell for Jason's goody-two-shoe trick like a charm. The only thing that sucked was that Jason actually was too much of a goody-two-shoe to ever abuse that power to pull chicks in.

Percy bit his lip. His father had been pushing for him to get back with Rachel ever since their faces and their linked hands dropped off the face of earth, fuelling rumours of a breakup in those stupid gossip magazines. "I don't know," he said unhappily, "Maybe. I don't know. Being with Rachel is kind off…"

"Emotionally stimulating?"

"Tiring."

"Really?" Leo arched his eyebrows. "You never felt that way about her before."

"I mean, come on. We dated mostly because our dads set us up together and half the time, I'm fucking other girls and she's...putting us up to be homecoming Kings and Queens like we're a fucking royal family. I don't know. I just….I don't think I'm a relationship person."

Leo clutched his chest passionately, invoking a smile from the two boys. "Percy, my man, I feel you."

Jason threw his napkin at Leo's face. "Both of you are idiots. Percy, if you really don't want to be in a relationship with Rachel, don't. But at least make it up with her or something so it won't be awkward in any group setting- you owe her that."

"Fine."

"So fellas, we're going out tonight?" Leo had a half-smile that Percy shared with him.

"Obviously?"

"Get so drunk we can't feel our legs?"

"I'll be the mum," Jason sighed.

"Thanks, boo," Percy sent him a wink for good measure and Jason rolled his eyes.

"I hate all of you."

and that's chapter one folks!

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Should I continue?

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