"A boy?!"

Annabeth could only stare with wide eyes as the blue light disappeared. The boy had wavy black hair that fell in front of his eyes, hiding them from view, and tan skin. He wore a black sleeveless muscle shirt, black pants which were ripped slightly, and dark brown boots. He held a black trench coat over one arm as he stood there. On one thigh, he had a black pistol with strange green lines and a celestial bronze sword strapped to the belt above it. On the other thigh, he had a pouch full of daggers and knives, all which gleamed dangerously. He had an aura around him that screamed, Why'd I even bother coming here?

Suddenly, the blonde spotted something on his shirt, barely visible to anyone, and her face set in a scowl. Just my luck...

As if sensing her displeasure, the boy placed his coat on, blocking his shirt from view. He looked up at her and frowned when their eyes met. He seemed to have the same thought as her when he sighed as if it was the worst day of his life.

"This is an... interesting... development," Chiron finally spoke, breaking the two from their staring contest. He turned to the summon and asked, "May I ask what kind of summon you are?"

The boy tilted his head for a moment in thought, not looking at Chiron. He glanced over at Annabeth, who was trying to ignore everyone's jeers at how she probably messed up again, before answering, "I'm a weapons specialist." He didn't have to look up to see the blonde's surprise and confusion.

"I see," Chiron nodded but his eyes flashed with a strange emotion. "Well, it seems you need to complete the contract." He directed the last part to Annabeth.

The gray-eyed girl scowled again, obviously looking displeased about that. Marching towards the summon, she grabbed both sides of his face pulled him towards her. "Don't flatter yourself, boy," She murmured before placing her lips on his. The kiss was gentle and quick, Annabeth pulling back with a frown.

The boy was frozen for a moment before a searing pain was felt on his collar bone. It felt like something was being engraved into his skin, slowly and painfully. Finally, after what felt like hours, it ended and the summon looked down. His eyes, which the audience could barely see due to his hair, flashed with annoyance. Burned onto his collar bone was something he didn't seem quite fond of at the moment.

Chase.

"Alright," Annabeth stormed into her room with a scowl, trying to ignore her new familiar. The teenage boy was silent, choosing to close the door softly behind him and lean on it. "What did I do to deserve this?"

"I don't know," Her familiar spoke for the first time; his voice rich and smooth. It had a cold edge to it and Annabeth could tell that he wasn't happy."You tell me, Athena child," He said 'Athena' like it was the most disgusting thing.

"Poseidon spawn," Annabeth glared at him and green clashed with gray. She sighed, sitting on her bed, "I guess I'm stuck with you now. What's your name?"

The familiar snorted but glanced at her as he said, "Perseus."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, "Perseus? Strange name."

"I know," Perseus sighed. "But I was named that and, well, nothing I can do about it." He stared at her for a second, "And your name is..."

"Oh, it's-"

"UP! UP! UP!" Perseus held up a hand to stop her, "Don't tell me! I wanna guess."

Annabeth blinked in surprise at her familiar. First he was all 'leave me alone' and now he was all fun and games. "Okay," She nodded and waited.

Finally, Perseus snapped his fingers, green eyes flashing up to her gray ones, "Annabeth Chase."

Something seemed to happen as he said her name. It wasn't an explosion or a freak storm but just a simple change in the air. As the two shook hands, to everyone in the school, it felt like something big was going to happen.

"Oi," Perseus leaned against the side of the brown desk Annabeth sat at. The girl was drawing on some papers, occasionally reading from books. It was well into the night and her candle light was dimming. "It's twelve. Go to bed."

Annabeth only murmured something and shifted, filing some papers in a folder before grabbing fresh ones. She didn't seem to notice her familiar just a foot away from her, watching her silently.

Perseus sighed when he noticed Annabeth slump forward, soft snores exiting her mouth. Pushing himself off the desk, he walked over to her. "Don't push yourself too hard, Beth," He murmured, picking her up bridal style and placing her on her bed, drawing the covers over her.

Annabeth blinked when the sunlight hit her face, squinting her eyes and sitting up. She was surprised when she realized that she was lying in her bed and not sitting at her desk. Glancing around, she noticed Perseus standing next to her. His arms were crossed and he leaned on the wall, eyes closed and head faced down slightly. She wasn't sure if he was asleep or not but still smiled softly. He must have brought her here.

There was a knock on her door and a voice said, "Annabeth, it's Piper! Come on, we have a test today, remember?"

"Coming! Hold on, give me ten minutes!" Annabeth threw off her covers and jumped to her feet. She noticed green eyes looking at her curiously and explained, "That's Piper. I just met her yesterday before I summoned you."

The familiar nodded at that information and tilted his head to her dresser, eyes never leaving the blonde.

Looking over to where he motioned, Annabeth saw her school uniform folded neatly and sitting at the top of the dresser, "You... You grabbed my clothes?"

"You went to bed late," Perseus said, pushing her gently towards the piece of furniture. "Now, hurry and change." He turned around to give her privacy, setting to work on fixing her bed.

"You don't have to do that," Annabeth said, looking at her familiar through her body mirror. His back was towards her but she could feel his small smile as he spoke.

"I don't mind. You have to leave soon and you won't be able to do it later," The raven haired summon looked around the room once Annabeth was finished changing and frowned. "You don't have much things here."

The blonde sighed, attempting to fix her hair in a bun and failing, "Yeah, I know. I don't have enough money." She growled in frustration and let her hair fall, "You wouldn't happen to know how to fix hair, do you?"

Perseus stared at her blankly before smiling in amusement, "As a matter of fact, yes. I do know how to do hair." He walked to wards her, gesturing for her to take a seat on her desk chair, before grabbing her brush. As he gently brushed her hair, he murmured, "For a child of Athena, you aren't half bad, Beth."

"Don't call me that," Annabeth murmured, nearly falling asleep as gentle fingers ran through her hair.

"Mmm," Perseus merely hummed to himself, fixing her hair into a neat bun. "There we are. How do you like it?" He grabbed a small mirror and held it up for her to see.

Turning her head from side to side, Annabeth smiled, "It's perfect. Where'd you learn to do a bun?"

"Hmm," Perseus tapped his chin before answering. "When I was little, my mom always allowed me to do her hair." He shrugged, "Practice makes perfect."

"Definitely," Annabeth nodded. She stood, putting away her items on her desk and grabbing her bag, "Let's go, I don't want to be late to class."

"Bleh," Was all Perseus said.