A/N: If you can believe it, this is even stupider than the one before. I wrote the most of it at 2:25AM last night, after watching far too many Percabeth videos, writing far too much Percabeth fic, and shooting my new Christmas Nerf gun far too much.

Yeah. And I'm 19.

Anyway, this is the dumbest thing ever. The first chapter, stupidity wise, cannot hold a candle to this absurdity. I sort of changed the style a bit, so we can hear Annabeth's response to everyone's raps.

All of my PJO fics tend to be Annabeth centric. I hope no one minds. She's just my favorite character, and I can empathize with her more. Well. Sympathize. I am not a demigod with a hot boyfriend. I'm not even a mortal with a hot boyfriend.

Rambling. Sorry.

I hope you like the chapter!

Before Annabeth could go up, Beckendorf had to go, then Katie, then Grover.

Beckendorf came up onto the stage, but stopped Chiron before he could begin the beat.

"Um," he said, "Can I have Silena up here?"

Chiron looked around to the rest of the competitors. Percy, who was strutting around like he just won a Nobel Rap Prize, was not exactly responsive until Annabeth, still stinging from his rap, smacked him upside the head.
"Ow."

"Aww, did I hurt your seaweed brain?"

"Shut up," said Beckendorf, "The master has to rhyme."

The rest of the competitors agreed, and Katie was called onstage with Beckendorf. She was blushing prettily, and, of course, she looked adorable, graceful and small, next to Beckendorf, for whom it would have to be opposite day to call graceful or small.

He walked to the center of the stage, nodded to Chiron to start the beat, and began.

"I'm Beckendorf, bitches, and it's plain to see,

I'm gonna rule these raps and those kids back there,

Will cry to their mommies and their dear daddies who,

Are various gods and goddesses but can't help them here,

Because Annabeth is smart, I can give her that,

But she's got no style, no flow, no game,

And I'm sorry, daughter of Athena,

I'm gonna make you run in shame,"

At this, Annabeth crossed her arms. Why was everyone picking on her?

Okay, fine, it might have something to do with the fact that she was yelling at everyone for talking about the new Harry Potter movie when they should have been strategizing early that day.

And yeah, she blew everyone's mood when she did the exact math out to figure out how many hours were left until Percy turned 16 and the whole world was scheduled to blow to hell.

But Beckendorf was not allowed to be mean to her. Or she was going to put him to shame when she went up there. Because she knew his secret.

And it.

Was.

Good.

"And here we are, it's Percy who's not allowed,

He messes up a lot but his daddy is still proud,

When he messes up at all it draws a crowd,

Of monsters, and his war cry is loud,"

Percy's head whipped up. Him in a rap? This wouldn't end well.

"He's the hero of the prophecy and he's pretty cool,

And everyone here likes him but Clarisse,

But there's something a little off about being around,

A super cool dude who smells like a pool,"

Uproarious laughter. Downright calamity.

Annabeth falling off the stage she was laughing so hard.

The usual.

"And the other thing bout' Percy that's pretty weird,

Is he has this girl that he's hangin around,"

Annabeth's ears perked up and she pulled herself off the floor. Was Beckendorf stealing her idea? Well she had no choice. She would have to kill him.

But, right before she managed to pull her knife out, Beckendorf said something different.

"And she's pretty awesome, the truth be told,

But he's too much of a loser to go to town,"

If he was talking about Rachel, thought Annabeth, he'd be killed because that was her line. If he was talking about Annabeth, he would be killed because GO TO TOWN? GO TO TOWN. THAT IS NOT HOW SOMEONE TALKED ABOUT ANNABETH CHASE.

She would prefer Percy to kiss her gently, cradling her head in his hands, softly and sweetly but still showing her he knew what he was doing –

"Shut up, annoying, stupid Percy-lovin' voice!" she muttered. Percy gave her a weird look.

Annabeth gave him a rude hand gesture.

They went back to being annoyed at both each other and Beckendorf.

"She's got blonde hair and a bangin bod,"

That did it.

Annabeth went to rush the stage, but Percy wrapped his arms around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "Wait until the battle is over. He's good. Plus, he's huge. You'd get squashed by one swat of his mighty hand."

"What?" said Annabeth, pretending she didn't enjoy the fact that Percy was essentially hugging her, "Swat of his mighty hand?"

Percy shrugged, "I'm in pretty much a poetry competition," He said, "I'm feeling the words flow." To Annabeth's chagrin, when she gave him a what-the-hell-are-you-on look, he let go of her, since she was much more befuddled by Percy's phrase than by Beckendorf's offensive yet flattering comment.

She went to ask Percy what was going on, but he shook his head and nodded up to Beckendorf.

They had missed a little bit, but he was still going.

"But my girl Silena is the prettiest of all,

And when I hold her the world falls into place,

I know everything is perfect if she's just mine,

And I can see the stars shine when I look in her face."

The music stopped, and there was a chorus of "aw!" and "That's so cute!" and "Wow, that was cheesy," and "Has Annabeth exploded yet?"

Annabeth, however, was just preparing her exact line for blowing Beckendorf's cover.

And it would be sweet, sweet revenge.

Hopefully, she mused, Grover and Katie's raps wouldn't insult her. She could only fit so much into thirty seconds of rap, even though she did speak too quickly.