That night, Annabeth laid in bed, note in hand, waiting for a sign that there was life next door. Leo had teased her with his usual cheeky comments, but as always she ignored him. They'd spent the remaining hours of sunlight eating and watching movies until Leo had to go home.
Now, her headache was back but she was decided to at least thank Percy for being considerate of her sleeping habits, oh, and to apologize for disturbing another night of his adventures. She waits half an hour and still nothing, so, she decides that she'll try again tomorrow.
Of course when she wakes up, she's late for class. Annabeth quickly slips on some clean looking black jeans and a white shirt. Now, to look for her shoes...
This day was not looking bright.
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"Miss Chase, nice of you to join us," says her psychology professor, just as she was walking in; forty five minutes late. Annabeth quickly takes her seat, her face red. "Now, as I was saying: The sophomore year psychology teacher and I have decided that to get you to know each other more, we'll be having two sophomore years come in a couple of days. They'll be demonstrating some new ways to introduce yourselves to each other and to possible future patients." He gives the clock a glance. "Since there's only five minutes left, I want your essays on my desk before you leave."
Annabeth's eyes widen, 'Essay? What essay? When did we even get an essay assigned?'
Someone clears their throat, Annabeth looks up. Professor Smith is looking at her from his desk, hand outstretched. "Your paper."
Annabeth can feel the rest of the class staring. "My paper, right. Well, you see Professor, I couldn't finish my paper, because my cousin... She just had a baby and I've been very busy helping her."
Professor Smith gives a small eye roll, "Alright Miss Chase, but I want that paper on my desk. Tomorrow."
With a nod, Annabeth follows the sea of students out of the classroom; just to get hit by a door. "Holy fu-"
"Oh my gosh! I so sorry! Are you ok?" Said a girl, looking ready to burst into tears.
Annabeth rubbed at her forehead but managed a tight smile. "M'fine, don't worry."
"Are you sure?" The girl asked.
Even though Annabeth's head was throbbing in pain and begging for her to go home, she answered with a: "Yeah."
"Oh, ok. I'm Piper by the way. Piper McLean," Piper offered with a apologetic smile.
"Annabeth Chase."
"Oh! You're the really, really smart girl. The one who skipped all those grades, right?"
Her ears went hot, but Annabeth composed a civil smile, "Yes."
"Can I ask you a personal question?" Piper asked.
"Shoot."
"How old are you?"
Annabeth grinned, expecting this already. "How old do I look?"
"I dunno, 'bout 15, 16."
With a laugh she answered; "No, I'm 17. Close though."
Piper's eyebrows scrunched, "How many grades did you skip?"
"Er-just my last two years of high school. But I started kinder at an extremely young age."
The brunette nodded, then her eyes focused on something behind. "I have to go, my boyfriend is waiting for me. Can I have your number? Maybe we can hang out later?" Annabeth nods, and quickly mumbles her number. "Alright, well, see you around." With one last smile, Piper walked away.
Annabeth rubbed at her forehead again. She needed to go home and drink a whole bottle of pain relievers. But first, the pet shop.
x+x
"Hello, welcome to Petsmart. What can I help you with?" Said an annoyed looking teenager.
"Yeah, hi. Where are your goldfish?" Annabeth says.
The boy gives her a look, "Down the second hallway. But-um-you do know that there is cat food, right? The goldfish aren't to feed cats."
Annabeth cocked her hip, crossed her arms over her chest, and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
"Uh,I meant-"
"No, sweetheart, I know what you meant. How old do you think I am?"
"Erm-"
"I'm 17 hon, how old are you?"
"Eh-18," he muttered.
"Eighteen?! My god, kid. Now, go grab me, a tank, some fish flecks, and a goldfish, before I beat you."
The boy's eyes widened and quickly scurried off to one of the aisles.
Annabeth rubs at her temple, she should've really gone home but after Piper had mention something about her boyfriend, Annabeth realized how lonely she was. She hadn't had a relationship in six... Seven months.
More like a year. And the sexual tension cooped up inside her was painfully obvious.
"Uh, miss?" The boy said, breaking Annabeth's train of thought.
"What?" She snapped, headache finally snapping her nerves.
"I'm ready to ring you up," he motioned to the fish in a bag and other items on the counter. "Right," Annabeth pulled out a wad of money - wallets were useless - from her back pocket.
"That'll be $32.76," he informed her. Annabeth gave him the exact amount and proceeded to walk out. "Hey I was wondering if I could have your number?"
Annabeth gave the boy a grin and replied: "Nope."
it's short i'm sorry.
I'm trying out this new thing where I write from the Google Docs app on my phone during school, but I'm afraid someone will see and be like 'What the hell are you doing Silvia!'
So yeah.
ok, well.. Review? Please. :)
meow.