He was a Skater Boy - She was a Skater Girl

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The next couple weeks were a painful blur to Percy. Annabeth was back to her normal self. She was exactly the same. But there was still something different to her.

He'd been looking from one angle for so long, and now he was seeing her from all angles, and it was blinding. Without her notice, she'd taken a whole new place in his heart.

He caught himself staring at her more, thinking about her more, and finding ways to spend more time with her. She pretended not to notice his increase in time spent with her, he assumed. It was hard to miss. His routine had completely changed.

Instead of going from school to the current girl he was fucking then to Annabeth's for the remainder of the evening until her dad realized he was there and kicked him out more or less around the time his mom came home, Percy went from school straight to Annabeth's for the remainder of the evening.

There were plenty of times before that'd he'd done that. It wasn't like he had sex every day. But after a week straight of that, she began questioning him. That was how he found himself at Grover's place with Juniper.

"Not that I don't like hanging out with you, Perc...but a little warning would have been nice," Grover admitted sheepishly at the front door.

Percy paused, not understanding his hesitations until it finally clicked. "You were gonna have sex just now, weren't you? Ah, Grover the stud!"

Percy latched onto his shoulder approvingly. Grover let out a nervous bleat as Percy sort of forced his way inside.

"Yeah...I'll be back in one second." Grover disappeared down the hall to his room. He spoke in a hushed whisper that Percy was still able to hear. "Upset...just came in!...promise we will soon...help!"

Percy should have felt bad about interrupting, but by the amount of times Grover canceled plans with Percy to have sex with Juniper, he didn't feel that awful.

They came walking down the hall in unison. Juniper, who couldn't be rude to a person if she tried, smiled grimly at Percy. "I heard what happened on New Years. She looked beautiful, didn't she?"

Percy frowned. "Uh, yeah. What do you mean 'what happened'? What happened?"

Grover barked out with laughter, "You kissed your best friend!"

There was that word again. Best friend. He didn't like the way it settled in his stomach. Something was wrong with that. He didn't like it, but he didn't like it for a different reason now it seemed, which was unsettling.

"Can we stop calling her that? You're my best friend, not Annabeth."

Grover shared a glance with Juniper. In unison they moved closer to Percy, eyes trained on him. "She's always been your best friend," Juniper said slowly. "Why wouldn't she be?"

"Because Grover is."

Grover made a face. "I'm touched, Percy. And you're definitely my best friend...but aren't you and Annabeth a little closer?"

Percy sat down on the couch with a frown. "I don't know. I don't like it, that's all."

"Why?" Juniper poked at him, sitting down by his side. Her green eyes didn't leave him alone. "Does it bother you?"

He shrugged. "Kinda."

"Why does it bother you?"

"I don't know, Juniper. I don't know."

"Does she get on your nerves now?" Juniper asked innocently, but even as nicely as she put it, it made Percy angry.

"No! The opposite!"

"Then why does it bother you?" She pestered enough to make him want to leave.

"I don't know!"

"Why?"

"I. Don't. Know." He looked at Juniper and felt bad from the way he growled at her. With a sigh, he dropped his head in his hands. "It just doesn't sound right."

"Does it not...describe it well enough?" She posed a question. Percy thought for a moment and decided she was right. It didn't describe it correctly. People didn't spend every day picturing their best friend's face in his head. People didn't kiss their best friend.

"Yeah. She's more than a best friend."

There was a long beat of silence before Juniper added on. "To you."

"To me? What do you mean?"

She crossed her legs with a soft smile. "We heard - well, we saw you kiss her at the party. And we've noticed you haven't made a move on another girl since then. That's all and well, but does that mean she's into you, too?"

Percy barely heard her. "Too? You think I'm into her? Ew, no way!"

Grover shoved his shoulder roughly. "Don't say ew. She's not some guy you can insult and still be friends with. As much as you hate to admit it, she's still a girl."

He pulled at his hair in frustration. "For the last time, I know she's a girl!"

"And she's very beautiful. So why did you say ew?"

"B-because it's Annabeth! You don't hook up with Annabeth!"

Juniper sent Grover a sour look. "I told you he wasn't ready for her. Percy, we didn't say hook up. If you hook up with Annabeth and leave her out to dry like every other girl, you can kiss any remote possibility of a friend away."

"I - I wouldn't do that," Percy promised. "So you mean, like, date her?"

Juniper shrugged. "Yeah. I do."

Percy jumped to his feet. "Nah. Nope. We're just - we're not like that. Thanks for the, uh, help," he said as he pushed the door open. "Enjoy your sex. I'm gonna go."

"Percy!"

But he was already out the door. He made it home quickly and had a strong urge to visit Annabeth. But they were wrong. He didn't have feelings for her. Just to prove it, he went home. He could live without hanging out with her for a day or so. It'd be easy.

. . .

"Want to go skate after school?" Annabeth asked as she slid into the seat next to Percy the next day at lunch.

He shrugged, not answering.

"Is that a yes?" She giggled.

"I don't know."

She seemed surprised by his attitude, and he didn't blame her. "Okay...I'll ask Piper instead."

He nodded and stuck an earbud into one ear. They didn't talk much for the rest of lunch. Grover filled the void by commenting about the degeneration of the cafeteria food this week. It was boring and definitely didn't fill the absence he felt from not visiting Annabeth yesterday.

He went home and did nothing. It'd been a long time since he felt such boredom. He even tried hitting up a girl he'd met weeks before, but the flirting had lost his interest. She wasn't interesting enough for him. He didn't want dirty flirting or fucking. He wanted conversation.

He wanted Annabeth.

Three days spent like that later, she called him. "I have a new trick to show you! Piper's been helping me out. It's really gonna give me points. Come check it out!"

"Can't."

"Why? I've haven't seen you all week."

"I've been busy."

Laughing, she teased, "What? Juggling more girls?"

He didn't want to say it, but he had no other reasonable explanation for his absence. So he grunted, "Yeah."

This took her by surprise. From the sound of it, she even fell off her board. "Oh. Well, uh, have fun then."

"Annabeth! Are you okay? What happened?" Piper's voice grew closer as Annabeth seemed to pick herself up off the ground.

"I've got to go," she said. He could hear the obvious confusion and hurt in her voice. He wanted to make up for it, but that would only dig him deeper.

She hung up.

There was no way he was into Annabeth. She was practically a guy, for all intents and purposes. And he needed sex. He needed it almost daily. There was no way she'd jump right into sex after only having her first kiss days ago.

But that was when the time cord struck him. It'd been weeks since New Year's. It'd been weeks since he'd last had sex, and he wasn't struggling at all. It'd been weeks, and he was fine. Didn't even feel an urge.

Like a dam breaking, all his reservations disappeared.

He could wait for Annabeth. He could wait because that wasn't his priority with her. He wanted to be around her more. He wanted to hear her laugh because of him. He wanted to watch her learn new tricks faster than he did. He wanted to hold her and watch movies and just enjoy time spent with her.

He wanted to date her.

His hands were shaking as he dialed Annabeth again. She didn't answer. So he climbed onto the fire escape and into her room, deciding to wait until she got home. She'd been there for hours. It couldn't have been long. She'd be home soon.

Hours passed, and he wondered just where she was.

He was about to leave when he heard her laughter and the jungle of the doorknob.

"Finally!" he thought.

"So this is my room. It's - Percy! What are you doing here?"

Before him stood too unfamiliar people. He knew their names, but he hardly knew them. Luke Castellan wasn't a common face he saw, mainly because Percy didn't exactly attend class or sporting games regularly. Luke was on the basketball team and was 'popular.' He'd made it obvious, to Percy, he fancied Annabeth, but she'd always been both uninterested and oblivious to men.

Beside Luke stood a similar image of the girl he'd met on New Year's Eve. She was wearing tight jeans and a low cut, tight top that showed her curves. The jacket she wore was more for fashion than protection of the cold because it hardly reached below her chest. Her hair was lose without a beanie. She had eyeliner on again.

This time, he wasn't conflicted. He didn't like this Annabeth. She was beautiful, and he hated it.

"What am I doing here? What's he doing here?" Percy jumped to his feet as he glared at Luke like he a murderer.

"We're on a date, Jackson. What's it to you?" Luke said smugly.

"A date? Annabeth doesn't date," he spat out with disgust. Luke made an obvious show of wrapping his arm around Annabeth's waist. She visibly stiffened yet spoke no words of protest.

Who was she anymore!?

"She does now."

He looked to Annabeth as fear struck his heart cold. No. He had to be lying. But why else would he be here? She wouldn't go so far to pull his leg.

Slowly, she detached herself from his side and walked to Percy, pulling away so they could speak in private. "Do you need something, Percy?"

"Yeah. I need him out of here."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Seriously."

"I'm being serious! Annabeth, I -," he faltered as he considered his words. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to pronounce his love for her. But then, where would that leave her? She deserved better than to be put on hold for weeks while he figured out his feelings. And Luke's had never wavered. Percy didn't deserve her... "You know what? Never mind."

He moved to the window. She grabbed his arm. "Percy. What's up?"

And the way she asked that made his heart break because it sounded so normal. It sounded like before New Year's, before things had gotten so complicated. It sounded like his best friend. And he missed his best friend.

"Nothing. See you later, Wise Girl." He could hear a small chuckle from Luke as he crawled out the window. Before shutting it, Percy sent him a creepy smile. "Oh, and fuck off, Luke."

Percy descended to his room and planned to never leave.

. . .

His mom, Sally Jackson, was supposed to be at work. That was the only reason he screamed like a girl when she entered.

He'd never seen his mom so angry.

"Perseus Jackson! What are you doing to that poor girl? I've not raised you to be so heartless!"

Lifting his head off the floor, Percy blinked up at his mom. "What girl?"

"Annabeth! She came in here practically shaking with nerves! Said she wanted to borrow your helmet for her competition today. The one that you aren't even at!" His mom was normally an angel, but when she wasn't, she could be quite aggressive. With every word, he earned a smack to his head.

"Compet - oh shit!" Percy scrambled to his feet, tripping over dirty cups and clothes all thrown around his floor.

"Yeah. I'd imagined you'd simply lost count of time. Have you even gone to school at all this week?"

Percy shook his head distractedly as he tried to piece together an outfit.

"You've got to start doing better, baby. I love you, but this is too much," Sally said tiredly and sat down on the bed. "Is there something going on I should know about?"

Percy glanced wearily in her direction while switching into jeans. "Annabeth has a boyfriend."

Sally seemed stunned. She got up slowly and wrapped her arms around Percy. "Oh, Percy. I'm sorry."

She hadn't hugged Percy with such grief since his dad died. Percy, now much taller than in years past, wrapped his arms around his mother despite how incredibly late he was; there was always time to hug his mother. "Why are you sorry?"

She pulled away slightly and brushed hair away from his eyes which he just shook back in place. "It hurts to see someone you love...love someone else."

His instincts said to deny what she said, but he'd been denying it for so long. "How did everyone else know I was in love with her except me!? It would have been useful to know!"

Sally laughed with amusement as she watched him dejectedly pull on a beanie. "Well, in my defense, I'd always hoped, so I was already looking for the signs."

Percy blew out a breath of air. He wanted to ask how long ago she noticed them. But would that have made a difference? Either way he still fucked girls in front of her eyes, he still blew her off, he still didn't come to her in time...

"See you later, mom." He bent down and kissed her cheek before dashing out the door.

"Tell her good luck!" Sally shouted with glee. Percy fought back a smile. He loved his mom.

The competition was just at the local skateboard park. Nobody knew it, but this meant a lot to Annabeth. She hardly spoke about it, which meant she was incredibly nervous. Percy had never promised he'd be there, but it was a given. He'd be there.

The competition had already commenced by the time he got there, and he felt like his entire world had shattered, but then his eyes locked on curls of blonde flowing out of a helmet. He dashed forward, chasing after the fast moving girl in the crowd. He called her name, but it was too loud. Speakers lined the ramps and crowds of people, blaring music at such volume he could feel the vibrations in his bones.

Finally, he caught up to her and felt all his hope drop. Luke was standing in front of her. He bent down, hesitated, and kissed her cheek before walking off towards the bottom of the half pipe.

Annabeth crossed her arms, looking unsettled and uncomfortable standing by the ladder that led up to the top of the half pipe. Her head shifted from one side to the other. Thalia, who was clearly the destination Luke was looking for, waved to Annabeth and held up two thumbs. Then, Thalia caught sight of Percy running behind Annabeth and scowled. The ever so smart girl followed her gaze and turned around.

Her expression shifted from extreme surprise and relief to confusion and finally to a forced pissy anger. She put a hand on her hip and glared as Percy finally stopped in front of her.

"A-Annabeth, gods, I - I thought I was going to miss you! A-are you 'xcited?" Her bent over and pressed his hands onto his knees, panting deeply. Annabeth wasn't amused.

"Oh, so you're alive now? That's cool. It would have been sad to see so few people at your funeral," she smirked.

Percy stuck out his tongue. "Ha, ha." He jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around her. "I'm glad to hear you would have attended. I missed you, too."

Annabeth scowled. "That's not what I meant."

Percy shrugged. His gaze wandered to Thalia and Luke, who were both watching them intently. "Nervous?"

Annabeth shuddered, eyes locking on her feet like they'd jump up and fly away any second now. "No." Percy stayed silent. She lifted her eyes. "Yeah. I feel like I'm going to fall on my face."

Percy gripped her arms and rubbed them to pump her up. "You know you won't do that. You're amazing, Annabeth. You can beat all these losers. You know what you're doing, so do it."

She rolled her eyes. "And how would you know that? You haven't seen me skate in weeks."

Percy suddenly felt bad. "I don't have to. You're that amazing at everything you do."

And then her name was being called for on deck. Grey eyes wide, she hissed, "You don't get out of it that easily, Jackson."

"Okay. Now go kick some ass, Chase."

Annabeth laughed quickly, a nervous burst of last minute jitters. "Deal."

Before he could stop himself, Percy found himself stepping directly against Annabeth. Dressed in her cute helmet and braided pigtails and ripped jeans and oversized football jersey...he'd never wanted her more. "Good luck," he winked and pressed his lips against her slightly red, slightly glossed lips. She tasted like soft vanilla. He pulled away after five seconds of utter ecstasy.

"You did that just because Luke was watching, didn't you?" Annabeth smile ruefully.

"Maybe," he fought back a smile.

"Good. Do it more. He's more boring than you could ever imagine."

Percy almost couldn't believe the words her heard. "Wh-why do you keep him around?"

Annabeth past him. "That's a long answer, and I have to go. Bye, Percy."

Percy watched her turn and glanced behind him. Luke looked murderous. "Hey, wait." She paused and he grabbed her arm, pulling her back against him again. "You really want rid of him?" She nodded, and he grinned. "Okay then."

His hands pressed against the small of her back and pulled her directly against his chest. Their lips collided hotly, like they were running out of time, which they were. He moved one hand down to smack her ass, to which she made the cutest sound of surprise. Her firm, plump butt was too big for him to grip fully, which was like heaven on earth. Her tongue openly licked along his bottom lip, so he made a show of biting hers. As she ran her hands through his unbrushed hair, somebody bumped into them and forced them apart.

Percy and Annabeth fell into a fit of laughter as they watched Luke leaving the entire park.

"Thank you."

He quickly pecked her lips and smiled, a motion he had no trouble creating. "I love kissing you, Annabeth. There's no need to thank me. Anytime." She opened her mouth. "Seriously. Any. Time."

A slow smile grew, and then she was beaming. He'd never seen such a pleased expression on her. Maybe he should compliment her more often. To see such happiness, he'd compliment her every minute of their lives.

"Next up: Annabeth Chase."

"I gotta go," she bit her lip. Percy felt arousing annoyance because, dammit, that was his job.

"Kick ass, baby." He kissed her one last time and slapped her ass before dashing off to the bottom of the half pipe. She climbed up the ladder and was standing at the top by the time he'd made it to Thalia's side.

"That was a dick move, even for you." Thalia said coldly. He shrugged and wiped at his lips.

"She wanted me to."

Thalia laughed without mirth. "Yeah? Did she literally say it or did you just 'infer-?"

"She verbally asked, yes."

"I - oh...well, still! You-,"

Percy rolled his eyes and turned away from Thalia. "Give it up, Thalia."

"You're still a dick."

"Not denying it."

"And you shouldn't have ignored her for weeks."

"I shouldn't have, nope. I missed out on a lot of opportune times to get more kisses out of her."

"You piece of shit, Jackson, I swear -,"

She stopped speaking as the announcer spoke Annabeth's name. She stood and waved, all signs of nervousness unidentifiable. Her eyes focused on the ground, or lack thereof, below her. And then, she hopped on the board and took off.

Percy regretted not coming to watch her. She'd added three new moves, and they were far from simple. He could only imagine the elation she'd felt when she'd mastered each one. And yet, she'd only told him about the one. His heart clenched at the idea that he had hurt her as badly as she'd hurt him, enough for her to give up. And Annabeth never gave up.

She finished effortlessly, grinning like she'd just flown off into the sky. The crowd was clapping and yelling their heads off as she stood atop the halfpipe holding her skateboard and helmet above her head in victory. Percy joined the crowd and made a cat-call whistle, grabbing her attention. She beamed gloriously at him.

And then the unthinkable happened. The next contender had just climbed up, and the announcer standing up there was speaking the girl's name, but it couldn't be heard over the applause. Clearly disgruntled about that fact, the new girl stormed to the announcer and yanked on the microphone, spitting her name into it with venom. But as she yanked on the microphone, its cord tightened out over the thin platform that three people stood on. Annabeth turned and her feet caught on the cord.

She tumbled back over the halfpipe, head first, face down.

Hundreds of gasps filled the area, but Percy couldn't hear it over the rushing of blood in his ears. He ran forward and somehow managed to push through the crowd. Annabeth has quickly made her way to the bottom and now lied there motionlessly.

His heart stopped, but it restarted once again when he knelt beside her and was finally able to hear her screams. She began thrashing around and clutching her face.

Her got a vague glimpse of her face. Her nose was both bleeding and looked like it'd been pressed against a running treadmill. Road burn on the back of her palms looked deep, but her forehead certainly had it worst. Both road burn and open wounds splayed randomly across her forehead.

"Fuck!" She seethed, hands shaking and eyes clenched tight. "Fuckkkkkkk."

"Annabeth! Are you okay?" Percy steadied her shoulders, but it did no good. She continued to roll around in obvious pain.

"My face is on fire, gods! Make it stop!"

Sirens sounded in the distance. Percy but his lip and looked over the rest of her body. There were no obvious injuries aside from burns and cuts. "Gods, Annabeth, don't scare me like that!" Percy scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest and rocking back and forth. "You're gonna be okay."

"She needs an ambulance," said one of the announcers, and almost immediately Percy and Annabeth jumped to alert.

"No!" They shouted together, making Annabeth's skinned cheeks flush even redder.

Percy continued. "They cost a fortune. She's just a little cut up. I'll take her."

Annabeth sighed gratefully and let her head rest against his chest. Gods, Percy was an idiot for not creating a scenario for her to be in his arms before. This was one of the best feelings on earth, though it could be that it was enhanced to do relief at seeing her not in multiple parts.

"Can't we stay for the awards?" Annabeth whined. Percy gave her a stern look like 'don't push it.'

"Thalia will get it for you." He turned to the announcer. "She's the girl stuck in the emo rock ages, multiple piercings and hair colors...oh, here she is now - ow! Hey! Carrying fallen angel here!"

Thalia brushed off her knuckles from the punch she'd given Percy. "If you insist on calling me an insulting troubled white girl name, go with punk instead of emo."

Percy shot her a wink and left.


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