As Ms. Singer continued on with her boring lecture, Annabeth's mind began to wander. Her eyes moved to the windows in the front of the room. It was a cold day for April, bringing rain along with it. Percy and Annabeth shared an apartment in New Rome, just a few miles from campus. They had the option of staying on campus, but they wouldn't let them become roommates and, even after 3 years, the dreams from Tartarus are still very vivid. Annabeth always paid attention in class; especially Ms. Singer's Architecture class, but this certain rainy day had Annabeth thinking of Percy.
She began to think about the future; she and Percy moving out of New Rome and maybe back to New York or even staying near Camp Jupiter. A house or apartment? That was the question that had Annabeth asking the most questions: an apartment would be cheaper, but a house near the city would have a front yard/backyard that their kids could play in. Their kids. Percy spraying them with water; their shrieks of laughter filling their home and neighborhood. She smiled, hoping that one day these dreams might become a reality...
"Ms. Chase." Annabeth quickly moved to face the teacher that was now starting at her. Annabeth always had the answer to a question and would never zone out during a lecture. "Would you please share the notes you have taken during this class period?" Everyone turned to stare at her. She had no help from anyone; she was the only Greek in this advanced collage course.
"Um..." Annabeth stared at the desk pretending to study her notes which contained a blank piece of notebook paper. After a few seconds, someone across the room coughed and Ms. Singer turned away for about five seconds, looking for whoever interrupted her scolding. It was within those five seconds that Mitchell, a Roman who was really nice and polite, slid his notes in front of Annabeth. When she looked at him, she could see a resemblance to Nico Di Angelo. She gave him a look of thanks, and he just smiled in return.
When Ms. Singer turned back around, Annabeth recited some of Mitchell's notes; editing them along the way to make them sound like her own. When she was finished, Ms. Singer made a huff of recognition, and turned to resume her lecture. When she had turned, Annabeth quietly slid her notes toward Mitchell's spot, his eyes watching Ms. Singer the entire time.
After class, Ms. Singer stopped Annabeth at the door. "Those were great notes," said Ms. Singer. "I'm curious though; how did you take such great notes when you were staring out the window the entire time?"
"Ummmm..."
"You should be thankful that Mr. Di Angelo was prepared for class today." As she began to walk away, Annabeth chased after her.
"Ms. Singer? What is Mr. Di Angelo's first name? I can't remember."
"You sit next to him, Ms. Chase. How do you not know his name?"
"I don't know; he just resembles a friend of mine so I get their names confused."
"Hmmm. Well, I guess you should ask him yourself." As she began to walk away, she turned around and said one word that had Annabeth's mind reeling.
"Nico. Nico Di Angelo."