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PERCY JACKSON

Twenty four year old Percy Jackson sighed in satisfaction as he looked at the red head next to him. She was passed out in the passenger seat of his red ferrari after a very intense session with Percy. Percy tried to remember her name. Jane? Janet? Jill? Oh, whatever! Like it mattered.

Percy whistled low as he looked at his reflection in the rear view. Yep, nobody could deny that he looked hot with his jet black hair and swirling sea green eyes. Hot and rich. Sure, the money was all his father's, but one day it would be his and he was going to enjoy it!

Percy heard his iPhone ring and picked it up. Shit! Posiedon! Speak of the devil. "Hey, dad!" he said into the phone.

"Percy, your mother and I have to talk to you," Posiedon said.

Percy sat up straight. It was never good news when his dad and his mom had to "Talk" to him. Sally and Posiedon were divorced and when they said they had to talk to their only son TOGETHER, Percy knew it was bad. "Um, now?" he asked warily.

Posiedon replied, "Yes now. I'm putting your mother on speaker!"

"Percy?" Sally Blofis said.

Percy smiled. He loved his mother. She was the only woman in his life he loved and respected. "Yes mom?"

"Percy, I'm really disappointed with you. What are you doing with your life? You're wasting away," she said.

Percy had heard this before. "Mom, really? I'm still young. I've got plenty to live," he answered casually.

"Percy Jackson. I'm sorry, but I'm not taking that crap from you this time. Time and again we've had the same conversation. You're too irresponsible and immature. For God's sake, how many girls do you have in a week?" Posiedon bellowed.

Percy scrunched his face. Honestly? He'd say about ten girls. "Dad, I'm not immature. I'm trying to be responsible," he replied.

"Honey, I'm really worried about you. Posiedon and I have made a decision. You really need someone in your life to look after you," Sally said.

"Mom. Dad. Please, what are you saying?" Percy muttered getting bored.

"You need a real woman in your life. NOT whores. A woman will change your ways, Percy. And I suggest you severe your friendship with that idiot Stoll," Posiedon grumbled.

"Travis is my best friend. And I have mom... She's the woman I need,"Percy said trying flattery.

"Oh don't woo me. It's not working, son. Now listen, we want you to meet a woman and mend your ways or we're going to financially cut you off," Sally said sternly.

Percy groaned. Financially cut off, meant working. Or he'd end up a hobo. A woman...? The woman part wasn't so bad. It was just the 'a' part that bothered him. "Mom, I have a woman in my life. She is amazing," Percy lied. He mentally face palmed himself. Why did he lie? Shit!

"Oh, is it? That's wonderful. We want to meet her this friday," Posiedon answered.

Percy squeezed his eyes shut. "She is busy, dad."

"Son, Friday, I want you and your girlfriend down for dinner. Or consider yourself penniless," Posiedon growled and the line went dead. Percy sat still for a second and then quickly checked the date. Man, it was Wednesday. He had two days to find a fake girlfriend. Shit! He looked at the red head beside him. She wouldn't be apt. She was a regular fling and Sally would figure out in a minute. He reached out and nudged the girl awake.

"Percyyy" She moaned blinking.

"Get out," he said.

She blinked rapidly. "What?"

"Get out, I'm going for a long drive. I need caffeine," Percy replied tersely.

ANNABETH CHASE

Twenty three year old Annabeth Chase sighed as she finished making another cup of coffee and put it on the tray. She briskly walked out and served it to the customer and flashed a big smile. She really wasn't in the mood to smile, she felt filthy as she'd been working all day from morning in Joe Brew cafe. She walked back to the counter and collapsed on a blue plastic chair sighing. Life was hell! She was tired and fed up with her financial issues. Gods! She still had so much rent due for her apartment.

"We're almost done, Annabeth. We'll close in a couple of minutes," Katie Gardner, fellow waitress and Annabeth's best friend said, shooting her a sympathetic smile.

"Katie, I want to cry!" Annabeth wailed feeling bitter self pity for herself.

"Annabeth, really, I told you about moving in with me. You totally should, until you get enough money," Katie said.

Annabeth smiled but shook her head. Katie was staying with her sister, Miranda. She really couldn't crash there. Annabeth could obviously ask her Dad for money, but she couldn't swallow her pride and do it. "Thank you. But I'll cook something up," she said.

"Shoot! Annabeth, there's another customer." Katie announced.

Annabeth got up and stared at him. He seemed to be in his early in twenties. He was very good looking, lean and tall, dark haired with beautiful sea green eyes. "I'm sorry we're closing now," she told him.

The boy looked crestfallen and Annabeth felt bad. He looked like he really needed coffee. Oh well! "Fine, I'll get you coffee. Shouldn't take much time," she muttered as she started with her coffee.

She took the cup of coffee to him and set it down. He looked up and smiled in gratitude. "Thanks, Annabeth!" he said.

Annabeth wondered how he knew her name and then realised that she was wearing her name tag. "Your welcome...?"

"Percy," the boy said with a nod and she smiled. Percy sipped his coffee and sighed in content. "I really needed that," he said.

Annabeth raised a brow. "That bad, huh? Well, my problems are that bad too," she muttered. She bit her lip wondering why she was telling him, a perfect stranger, all this. Maybe it WAS because he was a stranger. She needed to vent. She quickly told him about all her financial troubles. "So, I am on the verge of being homeless," she finished. Percy leaned back in his chair as she finished and began his own story.

Half way through Percy's story she shot him an incredulous look. Shoot! He was a player and his troubles were menial. Don't judge, she thought crossly as he finished with his story. "Sad," she commented dryly.

Percy shook his head. "It is," he muttered. He sat silent for a few seconds and then he looked up suddenly, his sea green eyes gleaming. "Annabeth, I just realised, you need money and I need a girlfriend," he said excitedly.

Annabeth watched him warily wo dering where he was going with the conversation. "Your point, Percy?" she asked slowly.

Percy leaned forward in his seat and lowered his voice dramatically. "Annabeth, you can be my fake girlfriend. And you can get money. It's a win win for both of us," he said.

Annabeth backed away and laughed. She hardly knew Percy and he wanted her to be his girlfriend? Fake maybe, but still. "Nu-uh! No thanks. Please, you should leave, we're closing now," she told him.

Percy sighed in defeat as he left the money for the coffee on the table. He stood up and walked to the door but paused a minute. "I knew you wouldn't come around easy, but here, this is my card. Call me if you ever change your mind," he said pressing his card into her hand. And then he was out. Annabeth watched him go and bit her lip. She stowed his card in her skirt and headed back to the counter where Katie was cleaning and Jamie, the cashier was closing the bill counter. Katie waited until Annabeth joined her and handed her her phone. "Terry just called," Katie said.

Annabeth felt her gut do a free fall. It wasn't going to be good news, judging by Katie's apologetic demeanour. "What did he say?" she whispered.

"He wants you to pay the rent by tomorrow evening or move out," Katie mumbled.

Annabeth groaned loudly and sank down on the plastic chair. What was she going to do? She felt something poke her tummy and pulled out a yellow card from her skirt. Percy's card.

...

Percy parked his ferrari in front of his huge condo and stepped letting the balmy air hit him. He felt his phone vibrate and picked it up. It was Travis.

"Perce! Wassup, man? Just saw your texts," Travis said.

Percy quickly recounted his conversation with Posiedon and Sally and waited for Travis to reply.

"Whew! One afternoon I leave you to go with my girl and you tell me this. Okay Let's think..." Travis said slowly. "What about Keira?"

"Keira," Percy flopped down on his plush couch. "Nah, that girl is NOT what my parents would like to see," he said.

"Jenna?"

"Boring, I can't even think about having a long term relationship with her. She was a hottie though."

"Kelsey?"

"Mom saw her in my condo when she came to visit!"

"Ruby?"

"She's married."

"Bia?"

"She looks like my grandmother now."

"Wait, I can't remember anymore.," Travis sighed.

Percy frowned as a beep cut in. "Hey man, I'm getting a call from an unknown number. Call you back," he said. He attended the call.

...

Annabeth waited with bated breath as she waited for Percy to pick up the call.

"Hello!"

Annabeth squeaked. And she face palmed herself. "Um, hey. This is Annabeth Chase. You know, the girl you met at the cafe? Like, a few hours back! Yeah, it's me," she babbled nervously. A few seconds passed and Annabeth heard only silence. Damn!

"I was hoping you still wanted a fake girlfriend. Really, I need the money. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut or anything. Just..." she shut her mouth trying to calm herself.

"Woah! There there whirlwind!" Percy chuckled. "I still need a fake girlfriend and I still you have a chance. Want to talk negotiations?"

"Um," Annabeth replied intelligently.

"See you tomorrow. Ten in the morning. Coffee Shack," Percy said.

Before Annabeth could reply the line went dead. She stuffed her phone away and took a deep breath. She couldn't believe it. No! Holy shit, she was actually doing it? For money? She was a shitty person. Annabeth shook her blonde curls in despair. No, it will be fine. She wasn't doing anything illegal!

Shit! Was she?

So yeah! That was just the preface or whatever! Next chapter will be loaded with fun! Please review!