Summary: A series of one-shots in which Annabeth turns down a guy who asks her out to prom in just about a million different ways while waiting for that one special guy to ask her instead. {Rated T for language.}
~ No Thanks ~
part 1 - first attempt
"I'm sorry, Ethan," Annabeth said, not sounding very sorry, but trying her best. She was never all that good with rejection and didn't know how to say it so he wouldn't be too hurt. "I don't… I don't want to go to prom with you."
"I heard your hesitation," Ethan said. Annabeth stiffened slightly in anger. How on Earth did he perceive that as hesitation? "Maybe you'll reconsider tomorrow."
With that, he turned and walked down the hall, head held high.
Annabeth sighed, palm meeting her forehead with a light smack. "He's so persistent…"
Walking over to her locker and twisting the dial, she only hoped that his next attempt wouldn't be too catastrophic.
The next day, Annabeth made her way to her locker, trying to unlock it so that she could put some books in her bag that she needed for her first class.
As she struggled to get it open, someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"One minute," she said, as she tried to unlock her locker, but again failed. Tap tap.
She ignored it as she tried again. Click. Click. The lock refused to open. Tap tap tap.
"Please give me a minute," Annabeth muttered. She tried once more… and the damn thing wouldn't open! And to make matters worse…
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap-
"Oh my God what do you want!" Annabeth roared in frustration as she whirled around, prepared to give this annoying asshole a piece of her mind.
And lo and behold who was grinning at her.
I'll give you three guesses.
"Hey, Annabeth!" Ethan said.
"Hi, Ethan," Annabeth replied, her voice shaking slightly. She was trying her best to be civil, really, she was, but this infuriating human being would just not leave her alone.
Ethan took a deep breath, and Annabeth winced, avoiding eye contact, knowing what was to come and wishing it wasn't.
But nothing came.
Annabeth cracked an eye open and looked up in relief, but stopped short when she saw him holding up a cup.
She looked at him and gingerly took the cup, noting how there was nothing inside it.
On the side of the mug, it read in a small, cute font: I mustache you a question….
And, of course, you just couldn't forget the little mustache drawing on the side.
Typical.
Annabeth pursed her lips in annoyance, pausing as she looked to inspect the cup, expecting a prom? note written somewhere.
Something to her right caught her eye, and she looked up.
And there was Percy, leaning against his own locker from across the hall, watching her exchange with Ethan carefully through a pair of narrowed green eyes.
Something akin to the traitorous feeling of hope wriggled its way into her heart, though she was trying desperately to expel the thought of Percy ever asking her to prom.
They locked eyes, and Percy's face reddened slightly before he straightened and made his way to class.
Annabeth looked away from him and sighed as she forced herself to look for the hidden note. However, she did not find anything and decided she should stop wasting her time.
Giving up, she looked up to hand the cup back to Ethan, and almost dropped it when she took notice of his face.
Where a mustache should be, there was a little paper that he had taped to his face, and on it, was written prom?
Sighing, Annabeth grabbed his hand, flattened his palm, and not-so-gently placed the cup in it.
"No, Ethan, I will not go to prom with you," Annabeth said.
With that, she spun on her heel and walked into her first class.
Only thirty minutes later did she realize she had forgotten to get her books from her locker.
a/n: hope you like it so far ! ^^
