Hi. New account. My stories might be a little depressing so if you're into that kind of stuff, knock yourself out. Thanks, and don't beat me up. I have a tendency to not update for long periods of time. My other account is It'sCalledAFandom so if you want to check those out, be my guest. Everybody's got a dark side huh?
When he saw her, his heart stopped. It wasn't like a drop dead, beauty effect, but something else. Annabeth Chase, who's face was decorated with bruises, and who's long sleeves draped majestically around her hands. Who's gaze was always pointed down towards her shoes. And Perseus Jackson hadn't cared until he saw her.
She was the one who transferred to Goode High School. In homeroom, she sat in the very back corner of the classroom, her hood shrouding her honey curls. He preferred the window, so his mind could explore, but the only thing it saw that day was her. She was hunched over a thick book, her hair falling down almost perfectly, and her jacket hood concealed them. Her right eye was covered by the the thick spirals. His first initial thought was Emo. Her eyes shot up, as if she could hear his mind working, but then fell back down. He had caught a glimpse of them though, startling grey, like the begining of a storm.
The bell rang and he shuffled around in his desk, gathering his stuff for first period, but he couldn't exactly peel his eyes off her. That theory was proven by his slamming into the next desk and dropping all his stuff. He could've sworn he heard a giggle, but as he looked up, bewildered, there was no one there.
In the halls, she was vulnerable. He watched as Clarisse La Rue slammed her into a locker, papers flying everywhere. She laughed at the poor helpless girl, fumbling around for her belongings. If that wasn't bad enough, Clarisse stomped her large foot on her hand, twisting her fingers beneath the heel. She bit her lip, and yanked her arm away. He watched from a distance, not sure what to do, as Clarisse sombered off. Her head turned quickly, and he was sure he saw a dark blackish purple bruise plastered across her eye. Her hair fell back into place, and he realized that the halls began to empty, and they'd both be late for class. He glanced down at his watch, peaking out from beneath his hoodie, and looked back up, but she had vanished. He jumped, and started off to his class.
It wasn't until third period, that he saw her again. She sat in the back again, shying away from anyone. Ms. Dodds, a sweet old woman with a tight face, taught his history class this year. She waltzed to the back, where she was sitting, and pulled the girl up, who yelped in surprise.
"This," She started, "Is our new student." She looked at the girl, obviously extremely uncomfortable. "Please introduce yourself." She commanded. Her eyes became wide, and she looked nervously at the rest of the class. Her eyes met his, and she looked down abruptly.
"Annabeth." She murmured. When she spoke, it sounded like she hadn't spoken in weeks. "Annabeth Chase." Ms. Dodds looked pleased, and dropped her back down in her chair. He continued to watch her, as she furiously fixed her hair, so it landed atop her eye. She's hiding something...
She didn't speak for the rest of the day, or at least in any of his classes. When the final bell rang, she darted through the large crowds, in an attempt to reach her locker, which was located close to his. She threw open her locker, stuffing various textbooks and binders in. A spiral notebook was tossed a little too carelessly, and landed next to his feet, open. She stifled a gasp, as he bent down to pick it up for her. His eyes darted across the page, which showed gruesome images. He quickly shut the book, with no intention to pry, and held it out to her. She eyed him cautiously, like she was expecting for him to hurt her. He pushed the book out further, and this time, she took it, shoving it quickly in her frayed backpack. Then she slung it over her shoulder and scampered off into the crowds.
He couldn't stop thinking about her. When he walked through his apartment door, his step-father, Gabe Ugliano, stood leaning against the sofa, holding a beer can.
"Where's Mom?" He demanded. Gabe rolled his eyes.
"She working again, putting in the extra hours." He sneered. His insides sparked.
"She wouldn't have to, if you'd actually quit gambling all our money away." He snarled. Gabe jumped forward, arm raised, which made him shrink back. He saw what Gabe could do to his mother. The man chuckled.
"That's what I thought." Gabe smirked. Then he made a distinct hand motion, one that's used to send him to his room. One that was used ever since his mother married that bastard. His heart sank into his chest. Sure, he had it rough, but there were nice times. Never involving Gabe. For some reason, his mind darted back to Annabeth Chase, the new girl who was a mystery. Her blond hair made her look so mystical and angelic, but he knew she was broken, and he would find out for sure.
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