Annabeth listened to the last bell ring, like sweet music to her ears. Although she loved school, and she aced every single AP class she took, she wasn't inhumane. She still loved the weekends, and not having to do work; the teachers at HBHS gave more homework than most during the week, but no work was given on Fridays.

Annabeth went to her locker, to unpack her backpack. Weight after weight went into her cold, white locker and she shut the door, gasping and taking a step back as a face popped up from where her door had been.

"BOO!" screamed the flawless face, sticking her tongue out at Annabeth. Piper laughed, clutching her stomach, tears rolling from her eyes.

"Gods, Pipes! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Annabeth placed a hand on her heart, trying to calm it down. She hated surprises, and Piper knew that.

"Sorry, Annabeth! But I just couldn't resist! You had that look on your face when you are thinking more than the normal person would," Piper said, wiping away her tears.

"I do not make a face," Annabeth rolled her grey eyes, putting a stray strand of hair behind her ears. She rubbed her leather necklace which had multiple beads on it; the very necklace her mother gave her last time Annabeth saw her...2 years ago...

Piper imitated Annabeth, and Annabeth pushed her arm, "Oh, Please!"

"Anyway, guess who my lab partner got changed too," Piper complained, falling in step with Annabeth.

"Let's see...Connor and Travis?" Annabeth guessed. Connor and Travis Stoll were the pranking kings at HBHS, and Piper had always hated their antics. Annabeth could imagine Piper trying to use her most convincing voice to control the boys.

"Nope," Piper popped the 'p'. Annabeth raised her eyebrows.

"Well please tell me! You know I hate not knowing things!"

"Leo Valdez. I know that me and Leo are kinda friends, but honestly? He set 5 fires during the lab period! 5!" She complained, shaking Annabeth's arm for affect.

"On purpose?!" Annabeth exclaimed, her eyes widening.

Piper shrugged, "Well, he said it was an accident, but how could he make a fire when our lab was observing the relationship between water and oils!?"

Annabeth thought hard about that, "I honestly don't know,"

Piper stopped walking, her eyes wide open, turning from blue to green, "Did you just say 'you don't know'?" she asked, fake stunned.

"Oh, shut up!" Annabeth said, rolling her eyes as a group of Freshman walked past her, bumping into her shoulder. Piper laughed, and walked back next to Annabeth, the halls practically clear. She brushed her hair over her shoulder, braiding framing her face.

"So do you want to go to the pep-rally tonight?" Piper asked, walking with Annabeth.

Annabeth shrugged, "I'll go if you and Thals want to. Where is she, by the way?"

"She left with the hunters. She is going away for the weekend," Piper replied. The Hunters were a group of girls who swore off boys. They weren't lesbians, at least most of them weren't. The girls just think boys are immature and idiotic. They asked Annabeth to join, but she had a crush on a boy at that point, and couldn't imagine swearing them off. Thalia had no issue with swearing them off, having a bad experience with her ex boyfriend. Since the old leader, Zoë Nightshade, graduated last year, Thalia took over as leader.

"So me and you this weekend?" Annabeth asked, and Piper nodded, "So you wanna go to the game, or no?"

"I think we should go this time. So we can say we've been to at least one," Piper answered.

"So I'll text you when I'm out of my meeting with Mr. Chiron and whomever I'm tutoring," Annabeth stopped in front of Mr. Chiron's office, and Piper waved goodbye.

Turning the nob, she opened the door to see Chiron behind his desk, his small horse statuettes sitting around his keyboard. He looked up, and smiled; he smelled like coffee.

"Hi Chiron!" Annabeth said, sitting in the comfy chair on the opposing side of his desk. He smiled, and wrote a note on one of his students' papers; 'Good try, but Hades is not an olympian. Keep studying, you will get there!' Chiron always wrote encouraging notes, along with his criticism. Annabeth deduced he was teaching the freshman about the Greek Gods, her favorite topic. Athena was her favorite goddess, since she reminded Annabeth of herself and her biological mother.

"Hello Annabeth! Thank you for agreeing to tutor one of my students. He is struggling, and is worried about his grades dropping conflicting with sports," Chiron summed up, and Annabeth nodded. Freshmen always forgot to manage their time. She was sure all she needed to do was go over the units, tell them good studying techniques, and they would be done. Easy as pie!

"So who is the freshman i'm tutoring?" Annabeth asked, as curious as a cat.

"Oh, none of my freshman need tutoring," Chiron said, putting some papers into his drawer. Annabeth got a little worried. That meant she was tutoring a fellow Junior; what if she had to tutor Rachel, or one of her slutty minions!? They were all probably failing every class, of course they would need tutoring. However, Annabeth specifically remembered Chiron saying 'he', so at least there was that.

Chiron cleared his throat, interrupting Annabeth's nervous train of thought, "He should be here soon, he just had to tell his coach that he was getting a tutor to raise his grades,"

"Am I helping him in just APUSH? Or also other subjects?" Annabeth asked. She could tutor him in anything, but she just wanted to know what she was up against.

"Mainly APUSH, but I told him you could help him in other subjects if he needed it. That isn't a problem, is it?" Chiron asked, smiling. Chiron knew that it wasn't a problem, but he still made sure.

"No, that should be fine," Annabeth nodded, her curls bouncing. There was a knock at the door.

"Hi, Mr. Chiron," a shaky voice spoke up, and crashed over Annabeth, who sat facing Chiron, inwardly despairing. She knew that voice, she heard him every day. She turned to see Percy Jackson, with his hoodie on his messy black hair. His green eyes swirled with a nervous glint mixed with a tint of embarrassment. 'So Mr. Perfect was failing his classes?' Annabeth thought, 'Interesting,'

"Perseus, my boy! Please, take a seat next to Ms. Chase," Chiron welcomed Percy in his usual cheery voice, his smile ear to ear.

Percy flinched when he heard his full name, and he fought back the urge to correct him. He took a seat, dropping his backpack next to him. He out his hands in his pocket, and pulled out a plastic pen, which he continued to twirl around his fingers.

"Mr. Jackson, are you acquainted with Ms. Chase?" Chiron asked, looking from the grey eyes to the green. Percy turned to Annabeth, studying her. A small spark of recognition clicked somewhere in his brain.

"I think our lockers are next to each other?" he said, raising his voice near the end making it sound more like a question. Annabeth nodded, "yeah they are across the hallway. I saw you this morning,"

Percy frowned remembering the event that had unfolded, and Chiron nodded approvingly, "Perfect! Now I had checked both of your schedules, and you both have free period 4. So along with whatever times you set up individually, you can meet and work together during period 4 as well. Feel free to use my office, just send me an IM to let me know,"

IM's where the school's way of email. Each teacher would have his or her last name with an ' ' and then IM (for example: chiron ) , standing for Iris Message, which was some new company trying to make a name for themselves. Annabeth nodded, as did Percy.

"I need to go to a meeting for all the social studies teachers, so I will see you both tomorrow," Chiron smiled and left the two sitting there; neither looking at the other. After what felt like an eternity of silence, Annabeth broke the ice, "So what are you having trouble with?"

Percy shrugged, "Basically everything," he said quietly, his cheeks gaining a slight pink color.

"Let's take a look at the last test you took, and we can make the corrections," Annabeth suggested. Chiron didn't make test correction a grade, but he recommended it. It helped with the next unit and also with the final.

Percy nodded glumly, and after slipping his pen back in his pocket, he pulled out a paper out of his backpack with red pen marks all over it. He sighed as

Annabeth read the grade he had gotten; 47. Annabeth herself had never gotten below a 90, so she felt incredibly bad for this F test.

"Okay, so let's start with number one. Read it out loud, then we can go through the answers and eliminate ones that don't make sense," Percy's eyes widened in fear, but he quickly regained his composure. Clearing his throat, his eyebrows scrunched together, and he started to read:

"Um...Okay..." he scrunched his eyes, and then opened them again. He tilted his head at different angles, "Wick re-score or co...com...common? no... ugh..."

"Percy, that says 'Which resources or commodities contributed most to the economic success of Jamestown colony?'... Can you not see? Do you need glasses?"

"No, I don't need glasses! I can see just fine," he said shakily, smiling it off.

"Percy, I honestly think you need your eyes checked," Annabeth pushed, not wanting him to hurt his eyes. They were such a beautiful green... wait what?

"Annabeth, I'm sure that I do not need glasses," he said slowly, and Annabeth went through different possibilities. Then she had an idea. She wrote the letter 'W' on his test.

"What letter is that?"

Percy looked nervous, and he sighed, looking at the paper the same way, he said,

"M... no E... no W! No... wait... M?" he asked, not meeting her gaze.

"Are you asking me?"

"No! Its M! or E. or...W?" he asked again, hiding his face in his hands.

"Percy...are your dyslexic?"

He met her eyes, his face pleading, "Annabeth, you can't tell anyone!"

"Why?"

"It's embarrassing! Captain of the swim team and I can't even read the alphabet!"

"Percy, it's nothing to be ashamed of!"

"Annabeth, please! Promise me you won't tell anyone!" his green eyes pleading like a baby seal.

"Okay, Percy, your secret is safe with me," Annabeth gave in to the eyes, wondering what other secrets Percy held…