Author's Note
This is set before "The Hero's of Olympics" and before Percy loses his memory. The atmosphere is different, and Thalia is not a Hunter.
"Wow… you had to kill the gorgon, didn't you?
Percy Jackson looked sideways at Thalia, a smirk playing on his lips. Punk hair and a bad attitude fit her, and worked for him too. He'd been impressed by her since the moment she morphed from a tree, but never thought he would be dating her. Everyone at camp, even the Aphrodite kids, had pared him with Annabeth, and it pissed him off. No way was he going to date a goody-goody know-it-all who whined about her dad not liking her. This man had his sights set higher.
Thalia's eyes narrowed, making her look even more goth them she was, and she wheeled around, blocking Percy's path. "What, you think that I shouldn't have?"
"Yeah, because it wasn't doing anything bad… except, well, killing someone, but everyone deserves someone right? Just think, that gorgon never got the love and companionship that everyone wants and needs.'
Thalia rolled her eyes, and trailed her fingers up his arm, making him shiver. "Do you think we have this "love and companionship" that you're talking about?"
"Um…well, uh, yeah, I mean, we're going out and you're hot and, uh…" Percy stammered, sweating like he was asking her to the prom.
Thalia opened her month to comment, when she heard a shocked gasp come from behind her. Turning on her heel, Thalia spun around, cutting the air with her stare. Standing behind her was Annabeth, clutching some books and wearing round glassed on her nose. Disgust filled Thalia, like vomit in her thoat, and she glanced at the rest of Annabeth's outfit with distaste. Clad in a tie-dye shirt, and cut-off jeans, with those horrid clogs that were so 'in fasion" with the older crowd, Annabeth looked like a high schooler with the clothing sense of a 4th grader. Timid eyes peered out of the thick glasses, surrounded bycascades of that buttery blonde hair that coulr have been pretty on a different girl.
"And what," hissed Thalia nastily," do you want?"