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Chapter 2: Curious

Annabeth was often told that she was curious. In fact, if she could use one word to describe herself, she would say she's curious- actually, she would say that she was 'determined to find out every possible solution that fit another person', but for the sake of her peers, she limited herself to only one word. She was fine with it, though, because the word curious was a word that nestled her personality like a glove.

She called herself curious, her friends called her curious, her dad called her curious, and her stepmom called her curious. But when Percy Jackson called her curious with narrowed sea-green eyes, she had to repeat the word curious. For once, it didn't roll off of her tongue.

Since Percy had shown up late for school, Annabeth could feel something gnawing at the back of her mind, the way Percy had shifted uncomfortably when she asked where he was, the way he froze when Ms. Dodds called him a punk. Annabeth read people almost better than she read books, and she knew something wasn't right with the boy with the jet-black hair.

But she supposed he had a right to call her curious. Since that one day, Annabeth had been pestering him with questions; Where were you? What'cha doing? How are you? Small questions that didn't really mean much. After three days, Annabeth had nothing to show for her fruitless questioning, except more and more frustration.

So Annabeth gazed around the cafeteria, clutching her lunch tray in one hand and a collection of books in her other. Thalia waved her over to the table that she usually sat at. Annabeth's closest friends were chatting and laughing, and Annabeth knew that spending a lunch with them would be nothing but fun. Annabeth also knew she had something else to do.

Across the cafeteria, in a quiet corner, was a small table that a few of the boys in her grade had claimed as their own. Thalia's brother and cousin- what were their names again, Jason and Nico, or something like that- were sitting there. A scrawny boy named Grover sat there, trying to juggle some cans. Annabeth knew Grover in a sort of way- he was her friend's boyfriend- and she knew Jason and Nico through Thalia. The one person she didn't know was Percy.

He was sitting at the end of the table, smiling slightly, though Annabeth could tell it was forced. Annabeth turned back to the table, smiling and waving her hand. Thalia smiled back and waved, understanding that Annabeth was going to go sit with the boys.

All four boys looked up in surprise as Annabeth precariously placed her tray onto the metal table, and slid onto the bench. One by one, Jason, Nico, and Grover got up to leave, slowly inching their way out of the awkward situation. In a matter of minutes, the only people at the table were Percy and Annabeth

"Do you need something?" Percy asked, sounding more confused than angry. Annabeth shrugged, grabbing one of the ketchup packets from her tray.

"Nope," She said, "Not Really."

A few moments of tense silence passed, before Percy sighed again, and looked over, "What are you doing here Annabeth? I've answered all these questions you've thrown at me."

"Look, I get it if you don't want me knowing where you live or what's going on your life, just let me have one question, please." Annabeth whisper-yelled angrily. Percy stared at her, and Annabeth could feel the tension in her hair. Emotions, though well-hidden, seemed to play out on his face.

"Fine, one- one- question," Percy muttered. Annabeth grinned, not quite believing that he had agreed to her proposition. she thought about what she could even ask him. What is your past? Who are you really? Why were you really late?

She didn't want to waste what may be her only chance to get a straight answer, but one look at Percy's slightly panicked face and Annabeth decided to save the truth for another day.

"Hmm, okay. What is," Annabeth pretended to think, "your middle name?"

"What?" Percy asked, dropping the pen he had been fiddling with.

"Your Middle name? You know, the name between your first name and your last name?" Annabeth asked sarcastically, "I should know who I'm friends with."

"Friends? When did this happen?" Percy asked, looking shell-shocked.

"Well, I've been talking to you this entire week. I don't think your middle name would be too much to tell me," Annabeth reasoned.

"Oh, okay..." Percy grinned slightly, "It's Fitz. Percy Fitz Jackson."

"Nice to meet you, 'Percy Fitz Jackson'. I'm Annabeth Minerva Chase." Annabeth grinned back at Percy, trying to forget the gnawing feeling at the back of her feeling. The feeling she knew all too well. The feeling of curiosity.

Well, I like how this chapter turned out, even though it is a teensy bit smaller than I would've liked. (I try to have at least 1000 words per chapter, and this was a bit less.

But I felt that if the chapter kept going, it might've stretched on a bit too long, and it was at a good place to end the chapter. And I wrote it really quickly. So please don't kill me for this shorter chapter (cue puppy dog eyes)

Anyway, I came up with the middle names (and I'm so proud of myself because I am not good at making up names).

Annabeth Minerva: Since in this story, Annabeth knows Athena is her real mom (all will be explained, my penguins), and Athena is very logical, I felt like the middle name Minerva -For Athena's Roman Form- is perfect, because it shows that Annabeth, though close to her mom, has a different personality and mindset. Plus, Minerva McGonagall.

Percy Fitz: Besides the fact that this is such a freaking amazing name, I feel like this shows how Percy is a freaking labrador puppy when happy. And I didn't want him having a Greek name because he is his own person. I mean, he even goes by Percy, not Perseus. He's such a unique ball of powerful adorable-ness that he needs his own unique middle name.

Did I put too much thought into their middle names. Very possibly, yes. But whatever the case, go ahead and review- because that is the caffeine that fuels my soul.

(Also, I'm glad I was able to get this chapter out so quickly. type-itty, type-itty.)

Farewell- well- well, and good knights of the round table. (Farewell and good night.)

-PineappleKiwiMango