Chapter 2: Swordplay
A/N: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Percy's Pov -continued-
I parried her slashes at breakneck pace. She obviously new what she was doing.
Annabeth and I went to practice a little at the Arena after breakfast. She was quick, powerful, and of course, beautiful, but thats not the point. I had started to wish I hadn't had so much French toast.
I started to back up, but she followed me. I then slashed Riptide at the center of her armor. As it hit, sparks flew everywhere. She stumbled a bit and stood there for a split second, stunned from the blow.
"Your not half bad Percy." She muttered, trying to catch her break.
"Well, what do you expect from the kid who beat the God of war in a fight when he was only twelve?" I said sarcastically.
"Oh, shut up Percy!" She said grinning. "That was years ago, you don't have to rub it in!" She said playfully.
She slashed at me and I parried it with ease.
"You getting tired I asked?"
"Ya, kinda." She said smiling.
I didn't blame her. We had been at for almost an hour, and yet, we were both still hanging in there.
We exchanged blows before I dropped to my knee's. I was so tired I was just about ready to throw my sword at her as a desperation attack.
She looked at me as if she did not expect that in a million years. A moment ago, I was kicking her butt, and now, she could kill me.
"OK, OK!" I said, completely out of breath. "Wanna call a truce?"
She laughed "No way, seaweed brain! For once I have the upper hand!"
She pretended to cut my head off then she sheathed sword.
"Nice match seaweed brain."
She held out her hand and helped me up.
I capped Riptide. Then smiled "I can't believe either of us lasted that long."
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We started to take our armor off.
She looked at me and grinned. "Percy...You know how we talked about when we turn eighteen?"
Oh crap. She brought it up again. I was screwed.
"Uh ya...I remember."
"Well, I was wondering...Do you plan on going to college?"
I had not actually thought about college at all. What was I going to do once I get older? Stay at Camp Half-Blood and train as an old man for the rest of my life?
"Um...Ya I guess so. Why?" I asked uncomfortably.
"Well, you see. My dad has gotten me accepted into this great college, and well...You said you'd miss me so my dad talked to the people at the college and he convinced them to accept you.
"Isn't there a test you have to take to get into these things though? Don't we have to pay our way in? Also, when did you contact him? We talked about this before breakfast!"
She laughed "Long story short seaweed brain, I iris messaged him after breakfast, and he said he would pull some strings."
I looked at her amazed. "Annabeth thats great! Even though it's not official...But still! We might go to college together!"
She looked pleased with herself. "Ya, he said that he would contact your mom."
For a while now since me and Annabeth started hanging out with each other at basically every opportunity, our parents had been emailing each other and such. So, I had my hopes about my mom actually considering this idea. Besides, my mom wanted only the best for me, and I'm sure she would approve of me going to college with Annabeth. She considered her the wisest and kindest kid of our age she had every met, and she had always known Annabeth would look out for me.
We walked out of the arena and continued to chat about the whole college concept.
What I hadn't noticed as we walked back to our cabins was that Annabeth's hand, had slipped into mine.
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