Second chapter... and really sorry for the spelling mistakes! I have to type the whole thing on my phone, so pardon me!

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"You?" Percy aka Perseus Jackson said incredulously.

Annabeth cried, "You?" She couldn't believe that stupid Perseus and charming Percy were the same person.

"Oh great!" they said simultaneously with much enthusiasm (Note the sarcasm).

"You guys know each other?" Thalia said looking back and forth between her best friend and Percy.

Annabeth turned to Thalia. "He's Perseus. The guy I told you about," Annabeth explained, upset that her plans for having a month of peaceful vacation spoilt.

"The hypocrite?" Thalia scrunched her nose.

Percy turned red. "The what? Hey! You called me a hypocrite?"

Annabeth smirked ready to reply acidly, but Luke came towards them grinning. His blonde hair hung over his eyes as he threw an arm around Thalia and pulled her close to him.

"What's going on?" He wanted to know.

"Luke? Remember the architect I told you about? I just found out that it is Annabeth here," Percy said brandishing his hands to point at Annabeth.

"She? The smart ass?" Luke said confused.

It was Annabeth's turn to get angry. "Excuse me? How dare you!" She stepped towards Percy until they were nose to nose.

The tension between the two was so palpable that everyone could almost reach out and touch the red haze surrounding them. Thalia gave a nervous laugh and tugged on Annabeth's wrist, pulling her back.

"Guys! I know you two got off on a bad start. But please try to not fight yourselves to death! We really need a maid of honour and a best man for our wedding," Luke said patronisingly.

Annabeth sighed. Luke was right, she wasn't going to let HIM spoil the fun.

Percy stepped back with a shrug. He would survive, if the girl didn't try to be miss smarty pants.

"Fine, I'll try to stay away from Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said nodding towards Percy.

"Seaweed what?" Percy said.

"You're head is so full of kelp," Annabeth explained politely.

Percy thought of ways to insult her back and the best thing he came up with was... "Don't call me that, Wise girl!"

"Wise girl?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

Thalia sensing another fight brewing tugged on Annabeth again. "C'mon Annabeth! We should go," she said.

Annabeth scowled at Percy one last time and followed Thalia wondering if her day could get any worse.

Apparently, she found out in a few minutes, that it could. She boarded the plane, put away her bags and took her assigned seat. She was sitting in between two people who she had not met yet. She sat down and waited for her neighbours.

"What the Hades? You again?" someone said.

Annabeth looked up and found Percy staring down at her. She was pleasantly surprised that he had said Hades. It was something she said often and her friends always teased her for it. She was glad someone was just as weird as her. Bit she wasn't glad that the other person was HIM!

"I might say the same to you," she said putting on her best scowl.

Percy groaned and started crossing Annabeth to get to his seat by the window. Annabeth glared at him.

Percy had a brilliant stroke of genius and trampled on Annabeth's shoes. On purpose.

"Ow! Watch it Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth cried yanking her foot away.

"Don't call me that!" Percy muttered as he dropped down in his seat.

"Seaweed Brain," Annabeth repeated.

Percy stuck out his tongue at her and Annabeth responded by doing the same.

"Wow! You guys are so good at sticking out your tongues at each other."

Annabeth and Percy turned to see a red haired girl sitting on the other side of Annabeth. She leaned forward and shook hands with Percy.

"Hi. I'm Rachel Dare," she said sweetly. Annabeth noticed that Rachel ignored her. Well, she was glad.

Percy smiled and introduced himself.

Annabeth felt like burying herself. She was sitting in between a guy who she hated and a girl who hated her. And thay were flying to France. To live together for a month.

Great! Fabulous!

Rachel continued talking to Percy in a sickly sweet voice. Annabeth was surprised that Percy was talking to Rachel normally and not with sarcasm as he did to Annabeth. Whatever! All she wanted was for Thalia and Luke to be happily married and to finish her designs in a month.

She buckled on her seat belt and was glad that Rachel and Percy were done talking. Rachel buckled her own seat belt and leaned back in her seat.

Annabeth turned to see Percy fumbling with his seat belt. Curious, she folded her arms and raised her brows as she watched him. Interesting...

"First flight?" she asked.

Percy looked up annoyed. "What? No. How do you think I attend my business trips?" he said.

Annabeth shrugged and watched his hands tremble as he tried to do his belt. Unsuccessfully, she might add.

"You don't know to fasten the belt. Don't blame me," she said.

Percy sighed. "I'm just nervous. I'm air sick and I so don't prefer this mode of transport," Percy said slowly. He was half sure Annabeth was going to laugh at him. But she did something surprising.

Annabeth leaned forward and fastened the belt over Percy. Percy stiffened aware of how close her hands were to his "member." It didn't help when the lemony smell of her hair hit him.

She finally pulled back and grinned at him, her grey eyes sparkling. Percy was blown off by her stormy greys.

"Done!" she said.

Percy felt heat spread through him as he realised he was having a mental conversation with himself. About Annabeth.

"Thank you," he said genuinely. Where was the the snide and sarcastic Annabeth he knew?

Annabeth smirked. "Yeah. Keep it up Seaweed Brain," she said.

I see her now, Percy thought as he glared at her. What little feeling of warmth and friendship they had felt had vanished in a plume of smoke.

The flight took off and soon they were up and on their way to France. FRANCE! The fairytale country. Annabeth had always wanted to visit France, mostly Paris. And even though she wasn't going to Paris but a small french village, she was thrilled senseless. She had always dreamed of falling in love when in France.

As if on cue, she turned to Percy.

She wasn't sure aboute love. But boy, she was in for loads of hate.

Rachel dozed off next to Annabeth.

Percy reached for a bottle of water and took a swig when Annabeth said, "Okay, will you tell me what went wrong with my plan? Why did you reject it?" She couldn't help it. She had to know.

Percy sighed. "Not. That. Again."

Annabeth glared at him. "I get it. It's because you're an arrogant rich chauvinist pig."

Percy narrowed his eyes at her and reached out to point at her and instead ended up emptying the contents of his water bottle on her shirt.

Annabeth squealed and shot up. "Oh my Gods! Percy! You idiot," she cried.

It had been a mistake, but Percy found it highly amusing and could not help it when his lips pulled into a grin.

Annabeth gave him a death glare and stalked off to clean herself without a word. After she left, Percy kind of felt bad. She didn't deserve to have ice cold water poured down the front of her shirt. True, Annabeth was annoying as hell, but she had helped him with the seat belt thing.

A few minutes later Annabeth emerged from the lavatory fuming. She was real mad at Percy for pulling that on her.

She had two words for it. NOT. COOL.

Thinking about it, she had two more words for it. Sweet. Revenge.

She spotted the air hostess offering water bottles and grabbed one for herself. She walked over to her seat and stood over Percy innocently. When he looked up at her she poured a little water over the front of his jean.

"What in Hades?!" Percy exclaimed in shock looking down at his now wet jeans.

"Oops! Looks like YOU WET YOUR PANTS!" Annabeth screamed the last part, causing a few people shoot alarmed looks at Percy.

Percy was officially mortified. "What are you doing?" he hissed.

Annabeth put her hand to her face in horror and ignored him. "Percy you're twenty five. Gods, why didn't you just use the lavatory?" she cried, enjoying herself. Percy glared at her. He could see how much satisfaction tbis gave her.

Annabeth gave him a sweet smile and then sank gracefully into her seat. "That was for pouring water down my shirt."

"That was an accident!" Percy said.

"It looked like you enjoyed it!" Annabeth shrugged.

"If I had known you're going to do this, then I might have enjoyed myself more."

Meanwhile, Thalia who had been watching the drama fold out had had it.

Thalia got up from her seat and marched over to Annabeth and Percy scowling. "Real mature guys! I thought we agreed no more fighting," she said.

Annabeth frowned at Percy. "He started it!" she said accusingly.

"Did not! She did!" Percy said indignantly.

"I don't care who started it!" Thalia snapped angrily. "I'm not going to have you to bickering and trying to spoil each others reputation."

Annabeth and Percy stared glumly back at her.

"Now, you two are going to say sorry and shake it out," Thalia said.

"Thalia! I think that's just too childish," Annabeth said.

"Oh, like you've been behaving better," Thalia retorted, "Do it!"

Annabeth sighed knowing her friend wasn't going to let it go. "Sorry Percy," she said holding out her hand.

"Sorry Annabeth," Percy muttered shaking her hand. He thought Thalia would hound him if he didn't do what she said.

Thalia grinned happily. "Good! Now, any more pranks and I'm going to make sure you will regret it forever," she said. "Have I made myself clear?"

Annabeth and Percy nodded eagerly to get her off their backs.

Thalia looking satisfied turned and left.

Percy glared at Annabeth. "You know this isn't over, don't you Chase?"

"Do what you please," Annabeth said pleasantly.

"The War is on!"

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