08-19-15

A/N: So I think I've decided to do a new series involving Punk! Percy and Preppy! Annabeth. They'll all be stand alone one-shots, but sat in the same universe. So stay tuned for more from this story.

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"So, what exactly are you asking me to do?" Percy questioned, obviously confused as to why a girl like Annabeth Chase was asking him for favors. Percy and she were on complete opposite sides of the spectrum when it came to high school. It was obvious in the way they both dressed. Annabeth looked so much more mature than he, in her nice pastel-colored sundresses and high heels. Her red lipstick and blonde ringlets pulled the whole "good girl" look together. Complete opposite to Percy's black, ripped skinny jeans and band T-shirts. His messy, raven-black hair and lip ring didn't help display his approachable personality either.

So on Thursday when Annabeth Chase came sauntering towards him in her black skater dress accompanied by tall red heels and meticulously manicured fingernails, it was safe to say that he was a bit confused.

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. My mom's coming over tomorrow to check up on me and she was so excited to hear that my older brother, Malcolm, had settled down with his girlfriend, and it kinda just slipped out of my mouth," she explained. Percy could tell how nervous and desperate she had to be by the fact that she was just asking him. She lifted her nails to her mouth, hesitating before setting them back down (biting her nails used to be a nasty habit of hers in middle school).

"So, you're using me to save face?" he joked, but looking at Annabeth's unimpressed expression, he cleared his throat. "But wouldn't your mom disapprove of your boyfriend, well, looking like me?"

"Which is exactly why you'll have to dress nicely tomorrow." Pulling his head down by his hair, she removed his lip ring and ran her fingers through his hair, trying her best to tame it without a brush. Without meaning to, he leaned his head into her hands as they moved through his hair. God, what was he turning into? She pulled back after that, holding his lip ring in her fingers at his eye level.

"So, do we have a deal?"

"I don't know, what do I get out of this?" He asked, obviously playing around because to be honest, Percy would do anything to get into the good graces of Annabeth Chase.

"You'll get your lip ring back," she decided, and with a shrug pocketed his lip ring.

"So, now you're holding my lip ring for ransom, huh?"

"If that's what it takes," she answered, walking away. As an afterthought, she added, "My house, 6:30. And dress to impress."

"Only if you do," he called back afterwards. He could just feel her shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

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Nervous as hell, Percy enlisted the help of Piper, the floater of their group. She never seemed to fit to any stereotype, so she moved in and out of social groups like it was her job. Percy specifically requested her attendance on Friday at his house in order to show him what to wear.

"Well first, take these out," she instructed, as she pointed to his ears. "I don't think Annabeth's mother would be too keen to see her daughter dating a young man, who has ear piercings, do you?"

"I guess not," he huffed out, simultaneously removing his studs.

"God, Percy! Do you have any clothes in here that aren't black or white?" she asked.

"Well, there should be some grey in there somewhere-OW!" His sarcasm was rudely interrupted by Piper hitting him on the back of the head. "Well, all jokes aside, I do keep some nice-r clothes in this drawer for when my mom's boyfriend brings his family over."

Piper reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of khaki pants along with a light blue button up. "Here, put these on," she said, as she handed over the pile of fabric. "Grab a belt as well."

Percy threw his arms around Piper's neck, and she laughed as she slipped her arms around his middle. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he praised, taking a moment to press a light kiss to the top of her hair before pulling away and heading to his adjacent bathroom to change.

As he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, Percy couldn't help but wonder how Annabeth would react after seeing him this way. Would she prefer this him, over his usual self? Would she hold conversations with him in the hallway, like they were old friends? He didn't know, and he wasn't all pleased to find out.

He exited the bathroom and did a 360 turn to show off his outfit for Piper. She applauded and sent him off to his car, on his way to Annabeth's house.

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As soon as Percy arrived at the Chase residence, the door cracked open, followed by a tan arm flying through the partially open door, pulling him through the entrance way by his upper arm. Annabeth dragged Percy through her living room, into a hallway which led to her bedroom. Annabeth told Percy to wait in there while she rummaged through her closet, searching for an outfit to wear (although anything would look good on Annabeth if Percy was being perfectly candid). Percy took a moment after Annabeth released her grip on his arm to take in his surroundings. He'd always assumed there was something more to Annabeth than the person she walked around school as. His interest peaked as his gaze laded on a record player in the corner of her room, next to a shelf stacked high with vinyl records, ranging from The Black Keys to Frank Sinatra to Billy Joel. Her walls were painted pastel yellow and her whole back wall was complete with several bookshelves, holding titles Percy didn't recognize. It amazed him how intrigued he was by Annabeth's room. He felt like she was letting him see a side of her that she never really showed anyone else around school. Leaning into her bookshelf, Percy found his hands gravitating towards a small frame on the higher level. It was a picture of Annabeth standing next to a girl with seemingly-dyed black hair with blue streaks scattered throughout.

"Whatcha looking at?" Annabeth asked, finally emerging from the closet, wearing a pair of dark black, leather skinny jeans (God only knows what that was doing to Percy's brain) and an oversized white sweater, one sleeve falling over her left shoulder, hands tucked into her front pockets. She was leaning forward a bit, on her black heels, peering over Percy's shoulder at the framed picture. "That's my best friend Thalia," she explained, "She moved to Los Angeles last summer. She's majoring in the film industry. Critiquing."

"Sounds like an interesting career," Percy eventually responded, completely aware of Annabeth's breath fanning over his neck as she talked. Setting the frame back on the shelf, Percy turned towards Annabeth, who had chosen now to finally take in his appearance. Her face seemed to show a flicker of disappointment, but it lasted for less than a second, so Percy could only assume his imagination was acting up again. "So, I'm here to do your bidding in an attempt to acquire back a certain possession of mine you have withheld. What does this favor entail exactly? I'm sure little Miss Annabeth would have a schedule for something like this."

Annabeth's cheeks tinted a faded shade of pink, mostly hidden by her light tanned skin. Percy really liked this look on her, feeling especially happy with himself for making her this way.

"My mom should be arriving soon, so if she asks, we need to come up with a story to back up our fake dating. So, I've come up with a few things. Our eight month anniversary is coming up on March 14th. Remember that. Um… oh! My favorite color is yellow, and my hobbies include listening to music, watching movies, and reading, in case she mentions anything relating to the sort. Though she probably won't. She barely knows me herself, if I'm being honest." The way Annabeth said this, with a timid look on her features, made him realize that Annabeth didn't usually share this type of information with most people.

Raising his hand under her chin, forcing her eyes to his, he said, "Tell me more about this Annabeth Chase." The corners of Annabeth's small mouth quipped up into a smile, although you could tell she was trying her hardest to suppress it. Percy could've sat there for ages, watching Annabeth lay on her bed, legs swinging in the air, naming off all of her favorite movies and books. Percy never thought he could sit in one spot for so long, with his ADHD, but Annabeth had him under some kind of spell. He was worried what else she could make him do, like commit murder for her or some shit that scary. His thoughts were interrupted by Annabeth's blond hair flipping up, off the comforter. Percy heard voices traveling from the living room. Annabeth set her heeled feet on the ground, struggling to stand up. Percy offered her a hand, but she just stared at it for three seconds before proceeding to get up on her own. Percy laughed quietly to himself, shaking his head slightly, following Annabeth out of her room.

"Mom. Dad. This is Percy."

Percy, suddenly feeling like he would rather be anywhere else than where he was at the time, slipped one hand onto the base of his neck, pulling at the shorter hairs on the back of his head.

"Percy, Annabeth's told me all about you," Mr. Chase said, reaching a hand out towards Percy's.

"Oh. Annabeth, so this is the boy you told me about," Annabeth's mother commented drily.

"Yes, ma'am. Percy's a really great guy." Annabeth wrapped both of her arms around his left, pressing her check against his bicep. Just then, Annabeth's twin brothers, Bobby and Matthew, came running into the living room from outside.

"Annie's gotta boyfriend! Annie's gotta boyfriend!" They ran away from Annabeth's threats to break their xBox videogame discs. Shaking her head, Annabeth rested her forehead back on Percy's upper arm. She had to admit it, the way Percy's muscles felt under her touch was driving her crazy, and she didn't know why. Sure, she'd always paid attention to him during school, but never this much attention, so close up. She came to the conclusion that she wouldn't mind if every day was like this from now on. But there was definitely something missing about this Percy that had shown up at her house today. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but not knowing was making her go crazy.

"Nice to meet you Percy. We'll be upstairs if you two need anything." Mr. Chase bade them goodbye as he and Annabeth's mother disappeared up the stairs after the twins.

"Thank you so much, Percy," Annabeth exclaimed, kissing his cheek in the process. "You're a lifesaver."

"No problem. Really, anything for you." This made both of the teenagers' face light up bright red.

"So, want me to drive you home?" Annabeth offered, but Percy declined, seeing as he had brought his car here in the first place. "Okay, well, see you later then."

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Loading his locker with his text books, Percy was very unaware of the blonde standing to his right until he closed the door, ready to head for lunch.

"Woah. Hey, Annabeth. Sorry you scared me a bit there."

"I didn't know punk rock boys could scare so easily," Annabeth joked, laughing hysterically. That's another thing about Annabeth that he really liked, how she could tell a joke, and crack even herself up.

"So to what do I owe this special visit?" Percy asked, genuinely intrigued. Instead of answering, Annabeth dragged him around the school building, to the brick wall in the back.

Percy, very confused on why she was taking him there, was even more surprised at what happened next.

Annabeth pushed him back against the brick and pinned him in with her body. Lifting her head up to his height, she moved her lips until they were pressed up against his, moving faster than Percy thought humanly possible, but he wasn't complaining. Trailing his finger tips up her spine and into her hair, Percy began to kiss her back, harder. Making a grunt-ish noise, Annabeth pulled away, breathing hard. Percy, wondering what he could have possibly done wrong this time, leaned his head back against the building.

Now, Annabeth knew what had been wrong about Percy that day at her house, and she had the solution right in her pocket.

"Hey." Annabeth, catching Percy's attention again, reached into her jeans and pressed something cold and metal into his palm. Removing her hand, Percy could now see what this was about. Laughing, Percy placed his ring in his lip. As soon as his hands left his face, Annabeth reached up and with her teeth, pulled his face down to hers with his lip ring. Capturing his bottom lip in between her teeth, she could feel the cold metal against her tongue.

For now, Annabeth thought, everything could be alright.