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"What about this one?"
"Too long."
"How about—"
"Too long."
"Thalia."
Today was August eighteenth, Percy Jackson's birthday and birthday party, and Thalia was helping me pick out what to wear, but I swear, it's almost impossible to pick out what to wear with this chick because she's says that everything in my wardrobe is too long.
"What wouldn't be too long in your eyes, Thalia?" I asked. She just stood up from my bed and gestured to herself.
Thalia was already ready for the party in a micro-mini strapless black lace dress that, if she were to bend far enough over, would show her ass. She was also wearing strappy four inch heels, vibrant red lipstick and had some hairspray in that made her hair look edgy—exactly her style.
"There's no way I'm wearing something that short," I stated while throwing the last dress I brought back in my walk-in closet.
"Why not?" Thalia complained. She lied on her stomach back down on my bed. "Don't you want to attract the attention of the birthday boy?" she asked in a seductive voice.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't even know him," I said. "And besides, he's dating that girl—"
"Rachel," Thalia filled in.
"Yeah," I said without emotion. "Her."
"Whatever, Annabeth," Thalia said. "But you still need to look hot. There's going to be tons of other guys there that we need to show off to. Like I heard that Percy Jackson brought some of his friends and I'll bet some of them are hot."
I sighed. "But I hate when guys stare at me," I complained. "I feel like I'm just a piece of meat to them."
"Which isn't always bad!" Thalia stated. "If guys stare at you suggestively when you're in sweats and a baggy t-shirt then yes, that's gross. But if you're trying to look hot and they stare at you then you know the time and effort was worth it!"
I shook my head and chuckled. "You are such a whore."
She just smirked. "I know. Now come with me back to my suite. I think I have the perfect dress for you."
"Holy shit," Thalia whispered.
"Uh-huh," I agreed. The sky deck had been transformed from a quiet pool deck where you relax and tan on to a dance floor six feet deep in drunk teenagers. A DJ was playing an old hit from the 90's and I noticed that there weren't any adults anywhere—so naturally there was a riot at the bar about who gets to get their drink first.
We slowly made our way on to the sky deck, and when we did, I noticed about forty heads turned our way—girls with envy in their eyes and boys with a smirk that you could just tell that they were thinking about something perverted. I self consciously looked down at myself one last time to make sure my dress wasn't riding up or anything.
Thalia loaned me a dress that her dad gave her for her birthday last year, but because Thalia thought it was "uglier than fuck" she told me I could keep it. I personally thought it was gorgeous; it was a halter topped party dress that was a little longer than Thalia's—but not much. It had a floral print mixed in with blues and grays that I have to admit, made my eyes look a lot better than the dull gray that they usually are. As for makeup, I stuck with Smokey eyes and clear lip gloss. I didn't feel like doing anything with my hair, so I just messed it up a bit and let it down.
I snuck a glance over to Thalia—her shoulders were rolled back and she was winking at every guy she saw, whether they were sexy or not.
"Annabeth, stop looking so worried," Thalia said to me. "I thought this is the kind of thing that you like. You know, parties, dancing, drinking—"
"It is," I lied, cutting her off. "It's just…I mean, I'm used to having people stare at me, but there's never been this…many."
Thalia shrugged. "Get used to it, Blondie. Tonight we're here to prove that looks can kill when you're mommy and daddy have money—and they might if we try to seduce a drunken guy by the pool." She slightly turned her head just to wink at me. I laughed.
"Hey!" a girl shouted to us over the music. She was tapping Thalia on the shoulder with a drink in her other hand. "Sorry if I'm wrong, but weren't you that girl who snuck into the guys' cabins on the Princess Zoë and tied all of their pants to fireworks?"
I looked at Thalia with a look of disbelief but all impression. Thalia just threw he head back and laughed at the memory. "What can I say?" she said. "They told me that guys were tougher than girls. Here's a lesson for you ladies, guys may be tougher, but girls are a hell of a lot smarter."
"That was awesome," another girl said who I didn't realize was standing behind the first girl until she just spoke.
"I'm Silena," the first girl said. "And this is Clarisse."
"Thalia," Thalia said pointing at herself. "This is Annabeth."
"Hey," I said to them. Silena nodded in my direction while Clarisse just shrugged.
An awkward silence filled the air as other teenagers danced and grinded around us. Just as Clarisse was about to leave, Thalia spoke up. "So have you guys met this Jackson kid yet?"
Silena broke into a smile. "No, but us and some other girls met his friends. And there was this one boy…" she sighed dramatically.
Clarisse scuffled. "And Princess Silena starts daydreaming again."
"Princess Silena?" I whispered to Thalia.
"I hear her mom is the queen of some tiny island of the coast of Brazil," she whispered back.
I just nodded. Learning about stuff like this isn't very uncommon in my life. I turned my attention back to Silena and Clarisse. "Oh, whatever, Clarisse," Silena said. "You like Chris just as much as I like Charlie." Clarisse blushed, which looked a little odd for how strong her face looked.
The two of them continued playfully arguing which gave me a chance to sneak away. I really needed a drink. I walked up to the bar and fought my way through until I was able to get a drink and get the hell out of there. At least three guys squeezed my ass.
I rolled my eyes once I finally broke free and took a gulp of vodka. Suddenly, I felt out of place—and that's really weird for me because I never feel out of place. I always fit right in with all the other rich kids who would rather be partying than anything else. At least six guys gave me a suggestive look in the ten second that I was just standing there, but that just didn't feel natural like it usually did. It felt uncomfortable.
I took one last glance around then dropped my drink on a near-by table and headed for the bathroom. At least there I could look at myself in the mirror and figure out why I suddenly felt like I didn't fit in. It's not like I wanted to fit in—I hate being a rich bitch and personally I'd rather be reading than drinking, but I've been in this same position thousands of times and I've never felt out-of-place.
Just as I was turning the corner to the bathrooms, a boy was turning the same corner and we nearly ran into each other.
"Oh, sorry," I mumbled before trying to get passed him.
"Hang on," the boy said, grabbing my hand. It felt like electricity shot through me and I let in a sharp breath. "Is something wrong?"
I looked up and saw that the boy holding my hand was none other than Percy Jackson himself. Up close he wasn't just hot; his eyes were even more gorgeous close up, his skin was warm and smooth, he smelt like a sea breeze and he had a look of concern, like he actually cared that a girl he had never met looked uneasy.
Not to mention that he was still holding my hand.
"I…err…it's nothing," I mumbled. My cheeks started to burn so I quickly let go of his hand.
Percy looked down for a second like he just realized how long he was actually holding my hand. "Oh. Sorry about that," he mumbled nervously which I found insanely adorable.
"S'okay," I said.
There was a short silence between us but I couldn't figure out if it was an awkward silence or a more comfortable one. Percy rocked back and forth on his shoes and I studied him a little more carefully. He was wearing a green dress shirt, dark wash jeans, and Converse All-Stars which looked like the perfect party outfit that made him look casual but totally hot at the same time. He was also starting to play with his fingers so I figured he must have ADHD or something—just like me. I also caught him sneaking glances at me, but not in the perverted way that I've seen guys giving me all night, but in the way that he was actually curious as to what I looked like.
"So…" he broke the silence. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"Yeah," I lied.
He just stared at me. "You're not a very good liar, you know."
I looked down at my silver strappy heels. "I know." Then I thought of something. "Well no one has seen you at your own party yet; any reason for that?"
He looked caught off guard, but then he relaxed and just shrugged. "I guess big parties aren't really my thing."
I raised my eyebrows. Out of all the other rich teenagers that I've met over the year, he has been the only one who has actually admitted that he didn't like parties. I mean, I'm not a huge fan of them either but I've never admitted it because that's what other teenagers like me did—if you weren't a fan of everything that comes with having rich parents, you'd party. If you were sick of having to deal with it all, you'd drink. If you were bored and you wanted to do something other than soak in a ten-thousand dollar Jacuzzi, you'd drink at a party.
"If parties aren't your thing," I said. "Then why'd you throw this one?"
"I didn't throw it," he said. "My dad throws me a huge one every year. I secretly think it's because he wants to make it up to me that he's always working." He rolled his eyes. "And I couldn't pass up the opportunity to let me and my friends get drunk." He chuckled.
I smiled. "I think I'm going to like you," I said, mocking what Thalia said to me the day before. But coming from my mouth and saying it to Percy, something about it made it sound…not how I meant it to.
Percy's smile dropped and he looked me in the eyes. God, his eyes were so beautiful—a perfect sea green that sparkled even in the shade. "I think I'm going to like you too," he said softly.
I stared at him. There was some sort of connection between us then. Some sort of…I didn't even know how to describe it because suddenly it was gone. I looked down and started to pull my hair up.
"So, err," I stuttered. "You're not nervous that we might get in trouble for drinking?"
"Nope," he said. "I'm legally an adult now so my dad can't punish me."
"Oh yeah," I said. "Happy Golden birthday."
He smiled at me. "Thanks, err…" he said, trying to remember if I had said my name yet.
"Annabeth," I filled him in. "Annabeth Chase."
"Annabeth," he repeated to himself. "I'm—"
"PERCY!" a girl shrieked through the crowd right on cue. That girl—oh, sorry, Rachel—broke through some dancing teenagers and stumbled up to us. "There you are!" Her breath smelt heavy from alcohol, even from where I was standing three feet away.
"Oh, yeah, well I was just…err…" Percy stumbled trying to come up with an excuse.
Rachel just waved her hand to brush him off. "Come on! I want you to meet some of my friends."
Then she grabbed his arm and started pulling him towards the party. But before he could be totally dragged away, he turned around just enough to call out, "Nice to meet you, Annabeth!" before being engulfed in people.
"Yeah," I said more to myself. "Nice to meet you too."
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