Hey everybody! I'm back! Something I forgot to mention in the last chapter- I don't update until I get at least one review. Not that hard, especially if you answer the reviewer's questions I leave at the bottom of every chapter, because that counts. :) Shout outs:
Me Myself and Not You- You're close, but her secret is a little more serious than that. Good guess, though. :)
Disclaimer: What does almost every character in this story have in common? None of them belong to me… *sniff*
Annabeth's POV
That new boy- Peter? No, Percy. Yeah, that was his name. - Could he be any more stupid? Asking me why I had warned him about the medication, my gods! Hasn't he ever heard of cameras? If Mrs. Brooke saw that footage and thought I was tampering with their precious system, she'd report me. And I had no desire to see him again, the 'him' in question being the headmaster, that filthy, betraying little…
Calm down, Annabeth, Said the sensible part of me. Don't get all worked up. It's over, move on. I took a deep breath and counted to ten. Upset people lose their senses and make mistakes, I reminded myself. And here, mistakes were fatal.
"Earth to Annabeth?" Came a voice, snapping me from my fuming. I stopped glaring at my slice of pizza and looked up to see my roommate, Thalia Grace, giving me a concerned look from across the lunch table. Her electric blue eyes were worried, and her choppy black hair framed her face. She wore a black vest over her silvery shirt and ripped black jeans. To complete the outfit, she wore dark blue lace-up knee-high boots and silver bracelets that jingled when she moved.
"You ok?" She asked, taking another bite of her meat lover's pizza.
"Yeah." I lied. "Just ran into a new kid. He's kind of… dense." I said lamely.
"New kid?" She said around her pizza. "Who's the new kid?"
"Percy Jackson." I said. "You know, Grover's new roommate." At my words Thalia gagged, choking on her pizza.
"Percy Jackson is Grover's new roommate? Are you sure?" She asked after taking a drink of coke.
"One hundred percent." I said, giving my best friend a tell-me-what-you-know look. "Why?" Before Thalia could answer, Grover plopped himself down across from Thalia and me with his slice of Vegetarian pizza.
"What's up, guys?" He asked, taking a huge bite.
"Your new roommate is Percy?" Cried Thalia. Just as the words burst out of her mouth Percy himself sat down next to Grover.
"Hey Annab- Thalia?!" He cried, his green eyes widening in shock.
"How do you two know each other?" Asked Grover, looking about as confused as I felt. (And I hate feeling confused.)
"Percy is my cousin." Thalia explained. "I haven't seen him since I came here from Alaska." Now Percy looked confused.
"Alaska?" He asked, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. "We both lived in Manhattan."
"You never told me you were from Manhattan." Bleated Grover, sounding hurt.
"I'm not." Said Thalia. "I'm from Alaska. Are you feeling ok, Percy?" She asked, sounding concerned.
"What? No you're not. I've got pictures of us in Manhattan as kids. You've never even been to Alaska." Said Percy. Uh oh. Time to intervene.
"Must have been someone else." I said quickly. "Thalia, can you come with me to the bathroom? Thanks." I said before she could answer. Then, grabbing her hand, I dragged her off down the hallway, away from Percy and Grover, who were shooting each other confused looks.
Once in the bathroom, I leaned against the sink and tightened my ponytail, looking at my reflection in the circular mirror.
"I think Percy's gone off the deep end." Said Thalia after a minute.
"Mum hum," I murmured. "Definitely. Maybe he suffered a concussion or something after you left?" I suggested, not looking my friend in the eye. I could lie well, but I didn't like lying to Thalia. Maybe it wasn't exactly a lie, but it was close enough.
"Yeah," said Thalia slowly. "Maybe. Come on, my pizza's getting cold." As she left, I glanced at myself over my shoulder in the mirror. Do something. My reflection seemed to accuse. Thalia's next, and you know it. When are you going to admit you need help?
"Shut up." I told my reflection.
"Annabeth? You coming?" Called Thalia from the hallway. Turning from the mirror and ignoring my pressing worries, I left the bathroom and followed Thalia back to the cafeteria.
Hum… suspicious. Review and I'll update! Reviewer's Question: So, Prachel or Percabeth? I'm for Percabeth, but I promise I won't judge if you're for Prachel…well, maybe a little. ;) Until next time!