Chp 2
Annabeth's POV

I walked down the passage and arrived at the Blowfis resident. My encounter with Percy had been - interesting. He was certainly stubborn. Sally answered the door. She looked dressed up.

She gave a smile, letting me in. "So Paul and I are going out to dinner. Percy should be through in a minute, he's just getting dressed." She said, getting her handbag. Paul gave me a smile. "Thank you so much again, really. I know he may be a but stubborn, but he's a good guy." He said.

I said good he and then I was just alone in their apartment with Percy. I settled my bag next to the couch and walked over to their big windows. I looked out, taking in the breathtaking sight of the city.

You could see all the people rushing around, the lights everywhere. I smiled as I watched an elderly couple walking down the road, arms linked and chatting away.

"Hi, sorry to keep you waiting." I heard Percy say, his voice pulling me away from my thoughts. I gave a smile, taking in his scent of guy and shower gel. He was dressed on sweats and a tight white top, his hair wet and flopping to one side.

"No, it's fine. I was just looking at you view." I said, gesturing to the window. He smiled and I joined him by the couch. We sat down and he got out his stuff.

I opened my mouth to ask him what he wanted to work on first, but he said, "I wanted to apologize, for Monday. I was tired and everything just seemed so - I dunno, I just wasn't in the best mood."

I nodded, looking down at my hands. "Well it's the first time I've been accused of something by someone that I was meant to be tutoring. But I understand, there's a lot going on right now for you, the same for me, and I'm not going to try understand anything I don't know so I'll respect you and not look into things I shouldn't." I said.

He looked down at his hands and said, "It gave me no right to go off at you." I swallowed and turned my body to him so I could look at him better.

"Percy, I just want to tell you if you want to do better, you need to not just be doing this for your parents, but for you too. Believe in yourself, I believe that you are very capable of half the things you think you don't understand." I said.

His phone buzzed on the table. I caught a glimpse of it, seeing a message from someone asking why he wasn't at some party. I looked away, not trying to look like I was reading his personal stuff.

He quickly replied and cleared his throat. "Sorry." He said, apologizing for the interruption. We started on English. The motive I guess was that if he could improve his dyslexia, he could improve his other subjects.

We worked on it for about an hour before he said he needed a rest. I said we would have a ten minute break. He got up and went to his kitchen. I sat back, thinking about the person I had just been working with.

I had built up this image of an egotistical guy that was walking through a bad group of people, people who just party and get drunk and are jocks and sleep with girls and all these horrible things.

But him, the real person inside was so different. He was sweet, and made me laugh. And he's nothing like what the teachers say. He's got his motivation in him, it's right there, bubbling below the surface wanting so hard to be shown but he doesn't want it to be seen. He was just flowing with the crowd.

He came back, handing me a lemonade. I thanked him and he sat down, leaning back in the chair. He looked relaxed, and he seemed ahoy with what we had gotten through. We managed to have finished a paper he had to write. I had taken it and asked him to try find the corrections he needed to make and the. He had to write it in neat the next day.

And we was so focused, and he was smiling, a genuine smile. "So I'm guessing you don't do parties." He said, making me chuckle. "I've never been to a high school party, and from what I've heard, I don't want to." I said.

He looked at me and I smile tugged at his lips. "You're such a goody girl." He said, laughing. I laughed too and protested. "No, I just don't want to find myself in a situation that I can't get out of. You know statistics show that eighty percent of high school students will drink at parties." I stated, making him laugh again.

"But they can be fun." He said. I turned to him and said, "Look at it in my perspective. What you might see as people dancing, I see people dancing in ways they shouldn't that lead to them disappearing and finding a room after the song."

"What you see as people doing silly things because they're drunk, I see people messing up their future, destroying their kidneys from sixteen. Don't you want to be one of the people that is still out going and stuff but don't need to go to parties to prove that?" I asked.

He looked down at his hands. "I get invited and stuff because I'm seen as a captain of a sports team and I don't enjoy classes and prank people. I stop doing that, I drop to boring." He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "So I'm boring?" I asked. He blushed and started to protest. I just ignored it and said, "We should carry on working."

~ Line Break ~

I smiled as Percy showed me his Maths paper from a test he had done, preparations for the future tests. He had gone from an F to a C plus. "And Mrs. Gilbert was asking if I had cheated or something." He said, grinning like a mad man.

I chuckled and he drummed his fingers on the table, happy of his success. "That's good. You're doing this for you. And I'm really proud of you." I said, giving him a smile.

He smiled back his lopsided grin that had my heart racing. "Thanks, for helping me with it." He said. This was the first time I had ever had an attraction to someone I tutored.

I mean, apart from falling in love with his looks, I was falling for his personality, and his smile, and his laugh, and the way he made me laugh.

We finished out drinks and left, walking down the street to my apartment that I stayed at. My parents paid for it, saying that they wanted to make me happy.

We walked me right to my door. As I turned from unlocking it, he pulled me into a hug. I was shocked first, but a moment Kareem wrapped my arms around his neck. "Thank you." He said. He pulled away and I smiled up at him.

I smiled closing the door on him. I leaned against the door, my insides bubbling and my stomach feeling giddy. I bit my lip, fighting back the grin.