I don't own PJO. OOC and AU. Rated T for language. No gods. Some of the ages and information of the characters are different. Families, friends, etc are also slightly different (and maybe OOC)…but enjoy! My first fanfic. (: First few chapters will be the "pre-story" story.

Annabeth's POV

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked pretty good, but I missed my old hair. Whatever, I thought. It's just hair. I straightened my newly dyed brown hair, applied blue eyeliner and I opened my closet door to pick out an outfit; I need to make an impression today. I settled on a pair of yellow jeans and a cropped tee with an owl printed on the front. Not bad. If I do say so myself, I look pretty hot. I could pass your typical Californian girl, but I had grey eyes instead of blue. I grabbed my grey sweater and made my way downstairs.

My stepmom was making eggs and out of the corner of my eye, I spied my dad making his way over to the cookie jar; I laughed silently. "Annabeth, that shirt is looking a bit short," said Helen, my stepmother. My dad remarried a few years back and Helen was a little cold at first, but she is super fun now. My biological mother, Amy (her real name is actually Athena) lives in San Francisco and runs her own architectural design company. I love architecture as well. I find designing and building very interesting and time-consuming as well (but in a good way, of course.) "Helen, I have a sweater," I replied, then muttered "that I'm not going to wear," under my breath. She turned around to take a glance at my sweater, then decided that is was suitable. "Fine, fine. Just don't dress too...showy for school," she called from the kitchen.

We had just settled into our apartment, and so far, everything was going great. Yesterday, we met a few neighbors and my twin brothers made some friends that were also in the third grade. I also found out that my best friend's cousin, Percy, lives one floor above us. It's pretty weird moving to Manhattan after spending my entire life in California.

I grabbed the cereal before my brothers could take it and poured some milk inside my bowl. Matthew and Bobby both whined, but hey, it's first come first serve. I literally scarfed down my entire bowl in three minutes so I could meet up with my neighbor, Percy. He and I were going to the same school, Goode, so he would show me the way.

Knock, knock. Some knocked quietly at the door, but I heard it anyways.

"I'll get it!" I said in a slightly shrill voice. "Coming!" I opened the door to find Percy waiting patiently. I waved goodbye to my family and I grabbed my grey backback from a nearby shelf. It was a stormy color and I had sewed numerous decorations and buttons on it. In the center, there is a snowy owl with brown button eyes. I slipped on some high-tops and walked out the door.

Percy was wearing red jeans and converse, with an ironed off-white dress shirt. In my opinion, he was overly dressed; who wears that kind of stuff to school? He looked pretty gay, but I didn't tell him.

"Long time no see, sexy," he said, making small talk in his own special way. "What happened to your hair?"

I laughed at his attempt to sound suggestive. "Yep. I'm officially a brunette now!"

"Aw, but I miss messing up your princess curls, you dumb blonde," he whined.

"That's not very nice, Blackie, so shut up."

Percy is the most interesting person I know. He's strange in a good way, and a total geek. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a target for bullies at school, but he actually enjoys sexual jokes and dirty humor as much as I do; that's why we became friends through Thalia. Thalia was my best friend when I lived in California. Apparently, she was Percy's cousin and I met him at her last birthday party. We hit it off that night but never really kept in touch. I was pretty shocked when I realized I would be going to the same high school as him when I moved to New York.

"One question, Perce. And it's pretty deep, too. Are you gay?"

Percy stared at me for a long time before putting his hands on my shoulders. It was pretty intense. His sea green eyes resembled the ocean: beautiful, but haunting. Wait, did I call his eyes beautiful? Because he's anything but that. Don't get me wrong; he is hot in his own gay way, but I have a major crush on this guy named Luke from my old school.

"You know, I haven't told anyone anything about my sexuality because it is very private. But since you asked me…I'M STRAIGHT!" he replied. Then, he picked off an imaginary piece of lint on his shoulder and told me off for being homophobic.

"Ha-ha, okay. But dude, I never said I was against gay people," I said when he was finished. "You know, I love your pants. They really bring out your hourglass figure."

"Gee, thanks?"

"No problem, you sexy manwhore.

"I'm a manwhore? You're the one showing off your boobs to strangers on the street! But hey, they're mighty fine," he says, while winking like he had a severe eye twitch. I had to laugh. He sounded like some retarded cowboy trying to pass for…someone else. Let's just stick to someone else since I don't want to be stereotypical, now.

"Thanks, but they're not as fine as your ass, baby. I would happily squeeze those butt cheeks."

He looked pretty surprised when I said I'd squeeze his ass, but he played along. "Babe, you're 15 and you're already pimpin'," he said in a fake-seductive voice. And the rest of the walk to school continued like that.

Fifteen minutes later, we were at the school's main office. I walked through the main door and knocked on the secretary's office. Someone motioned for me to come in. "Excuse me, miss, but would you happen to have my schedule? I'm Annabeth Chase, the new girl from California." Percy stood beside me and started to stare intently at the cuckoo clock. I poked him and he just shrugged.

"One minute, sweetheart, it's right here," said the secretary. She was a round lady, with bleach-blonde (obviously dyed) hair and a few wrinkles on her forehead. She rummaged through a cabinet and she didn't appear to know what she was doing. I tapped my foot silently and crossed my arms. ADHD tends to make me agitated easily; take this scenario, for instance.

I pushed Percy just to get a kick out of him. "Hey, what was that for?" he said, obviously annoyed.

"Oh nothing, I'm just bored."

I looked away to see the lady holding my new schedule, but in that one second, Percy yanked my hair back.

"OWW, you bastard! What the fuck is wrong with you?" I almost screamed. I get really pissed when people try to do that; my long hair is almost always a target.

"Excuse me, Ms. Chase. Here's your timetable for Semester 1. And watch your language, please," she said with evident distaste. Percy just out his tongue at me. I returned his kind gesture with a sinister grin; I will get him back later. I sighed and thanked her before walking out the office to my homeroom: Room 117. But I realized that I needed Percy's help to get to homeroom because I have no idea how to get around inside the school.

"Annabeth, what homeroom are you in?" asked Percy. "117, apparently. Hopefully, it's close to yours," I replied. He looked over at the sheet of paper I was holding and scanned my courses. "Actually, your homeroom's across from mine. 107. I'll take you there, but first, let's compare schedules."

He bent over to take his schedule out of his backpack and I looked over my classes and noticed that homeroom was first everyday.

Monday: Greek Mythology, Physics, AP Math, Biology, Lunch, Study Hall, P.E., English

Tuesday: P.E., AP Architecture, AP Math, French, Lunch, Chemistry, Double Greek Mythology

Wednesday: Physics, English, AP Math, Lunch, P.E., French, Biology, Physics

Thursday: AP Math, Chemistry, Drama, Study Hall, Lunch, French, English, Biology

Friday: English, Drama, Chemistry, Lunch, Greek Mythology, Double AP Math, AP Architecture

Not a bad term, except for all the math. I mean, I have math every single day, and for two periods on Friday. At least each class was only 40 minutes long with 5 minute breaks in between. Except for periods four and five, which I guessed was when everyone had either lunch or some type of class. The two periods were an hour each. I also had AP Archeticure, but only twice weekly, which was better than nothing at all.

I looked over Percy's shoulder at his schedule. His schedule was a mess; it was crumple and crinkled with too many colors high-lighting each class.

"Hey Annie, we have Greek Mythology, Study Hall, French, and Lunch together! Wait, and Biology too!" he exclaimed happily.

"Yay!" I half-shouted in a girly voice. A bunch of students turned to look at me with raised eyebrows. "What are you looking at?" I said back to them. "And DON'T call me Annie," I said to Percy. Percy grabbed my arm towards what must be my homeroom. "Come on, Annie, let's get to homeroom!" he said. "Bastard," I grumbled. I trudged behind Percy reluctantly and kept walking.