A/n: Yay! New chapter! I'll try to update every day, if not every other day... So, ya.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Percy Jackson. *sigh*

Percy POV

"Percy wake up! Swear to gods, this is the fifth time. If you don't have your but out of bed in the next two minutes, I'm getting the hose." Well isn't that a pleasant way to wake up in the morning? At least it worked. Props to mom. I slumped out of bed and ran into my private bath to take a quick shower.

I dried off and got dressed into a sea green shirt, matching my eyes, and a pair of black jeans. I slid down the railing instead of taking the stairs (too slow). I jumped into the kitchen nook to see my awesome and threateningly lovable mom making blue waffles. Mmm waffles... The blue food thing is kind of a long story, you see my birth father was MIA in the navy when I was two. My mom remarried a mean and abusive man named Gabe, I called him Smelly Gabe, a couple months after my tenth birthday. She made me a blue birthday cake for my eleventh, and he tossed it out exclaiming how blue food was a disgrace, and food can't be blue. So my mom took every piece of her will and focused on making every single piece of food I have put in my mouth for the past seven years be blue.

Well after I shoved about nine waffles down my throat in a record breaking 7 minutes, I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I kissed my mom on the cheek and left, heading out to my car. I was still about two hours early, even though I wanted to hit the pool before school started. I had to keep up my reputation of the captain of the swim team, football team, and basketball team. It was great, my best friend Jason has run the teams with me since freshman year. We get competitive, but I don't remember a game that we haven't won or at least tied. Smiling at the memories, I pulled up alongside a yellow Ferrari at a red light.

I was marveling at the beauty of the car until I noticed the gorgeous girl driving it. She was easily the prettiest girl I'd ever seen in my life. She was like a stereotypical California girl with her tanned flawless skin and pretty blonde princess curls. The only part of her appearance that seemed to go against the Cali girl cliché was her strikingly beautiful deep gray eyes that sparkled with intelligence. She was beautiful. She turned my way and I felt a blush coming as she caught me looking at her. I gave her a small smile and drove away quickly.

I swung into the nearest Starbucks and got a hot chocolate and then moved to sit in a booth at the end of the store where I hopefully wouldn't be noticed. The barista had written her number on the side of the cup. "Hope you come back, you're the sexiest thing I've seen in here's in a while," she wrote on the side of the cup. I finished my drink and was about to go throw away my cup, no intention of keeping the number or calling the girl, when I heard a scream and the sounds of someone trying to fight.

I ran out of the booth and saw the pretty blonde girl from the yellow convertible being subdued by a creepy blonde man who didn't seem to be letting her go anytime soon. It didn't appear that she wanted to be in his arms for she was kicking and screaming and trying to bite him, so I steeped up behind him, careful not to touch her, and kicked him in the balls and when his grip on her slackened, I judo flipped him onto the ground. I ran out the shop before the girl could catch me. I figured she could handle it from here, she seemed pretty tough.

So from there I headed to school, figuring since it opened for class in about an hour or so, that I could get about fifty laps and some good thought processes in before I had to dry off and find my locker. It was great, the water always seemed to calm me, and I don't mean to brag, but I was pretty damn great at swimming. I was usually a whole lap in front of any sort of competitor I may have. Including Jason.