Exceptions
*If you got an alert for a new chapter, sorry, I just wanted to edit this one after reading it this morning, It's nothing big just a couple grammar mishaps, sorry for the inconvenience*
AN: If you guys like this story, you should check out my other one. It's called Of Hatred & Regrets, and even though it's a little rocky the first couple chapters, it's getting better. Cut me some slack it was my first fanfiction. So yeah. - ShyGal
Annabeth
"He's arrogant, annoying, sexist, cocky, and a complete ass! How are you related to him?! He makes me wanna bang my head against a hard brick wall!" I said as I kicked my legs in the water. Thalia's family owned the local YMCA, so we had access to it anytime we wanted, even if that time was 10:30 P.M on a Tuesday night.
Even though I just moved to New York this year, I'd known Thalia for years now. We met one day when her family was taking a vacation to San Francisco and we instantly became friends, making sure to keep in touch. And we did keep in touch. For about four years. We grew closer, eventually becoming best friends, and at some points we even visited each other.
And now, here I was, doing kicking exercises in the indoor pool of the YMCA with a massive headache and a hot towel on my forehead.
"Anna you need to calm down or you're going to get a huge migraine." I laughed bitterly.
"Too late. You know what he said to me? He said I couldn't be a swimmer because I'm a girl. I really don't like your cousin, Thalia." She laughed.
"Yeah I'm not that fond of him either Anna."
"Fond of who?" Someone said nearby. I took the cloth off of my forehead and turned my head back. A blonde guy stared at me.
"Jason, stay out of my conversations!" She turned to me. "Annabeth, this is my brother Jason. Jason, this is my best friend Annabeth. She just moved here from San Francisco." I gave him a warm smile and shook his hand, never stopping my kicking exercise. He turned to Thalia.
"I hope you don't mind, but I brought one of my friends in here." Thalia looked like she could kill someone. "Mom and Dad said that I'm the only one that can bring people in here! Who is it anyway?"
That's when he walked in. My face instantly twisted in disgust.
"Oh for the love of gods, why? Why does he have to be here?" I stormed out of the pool, my hands quickly turning into fists.
"They're my cousins." I glared at him. He looked me up and down. "Trying out a new swim suit, Wise girl?" I scoffed.
"First of, we live in the twenty first century, most girls own at least one two-piece swimsuit in their life, and secondly, Wise girl? Is that the best you can do Seaweed brain?"
He rolled his eyes at me. "How do you even know my cousin?"
"We met a couple years ago. But that's none of your business." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"What were you doing in the pool at this hour?" he asked smirking like he'd figured something out. He didn't.
"Oh, sorry, are guys the only ones allowed to use the pool?" And with that I stalked off grabbing a towel from the rack on the wall.
The next day started off horribly. My head was pounding and I'd woken up late. I ran through the school doors five minutes before the first bell rang and walked into my first period class, deciding to sit in the front of the room. First period, History with Mrs. Howard. I pulled out one of my new notebooks and a sharpie and labeled the journal. I looked around the room. It was strange. This teacher did not look like she was the stereotypical teacher. Cat posters and pictures covered the walls, and bobble heads of various U.S presidents were placed on some shelves.
And then the teacher walked in. She looked interesting. She had a head full of short curly brown hair, a pair of round glasses, and she wore a comfortable looking cat sweater.
"Class! Welcome!" She shut the door behind her. "Welcome to the best class you'll have all year!" We spent most of the class with introductions, and I learned that I was already starting to like Mrs. Howard. She loved cats, obviously, but she was also a very fun woman with a very lively spirit.
"Alrighty! I know I'm an awesome teacher and all, but you're all still here to learn, so I must give you what you dread most… Assigned seats!" Half the class groaned, but I honestly didn't care. Percy wasn't in this class, so I could tolerate any other person I sat with, and I thanked the gods for that. She went down a couple names until she hit mine.
"Annabeth Chase and Piper McLean, seats 14 and 15." I walked over to seat 14 and sat down. A pretty girl with choppy long brown hair sat down next to me and smiled kindly. I held my hand out. "Annabeth." She looked down at my hand and chuckled, then forced my hand down. "You don't have to be so formal you know. I don't bite." I smiled.
"I'm sorry. I guess I've just been raised like that. But you're right. I shouldn't be so formal. I'm Annabeth." Her ever-changing eyes twinkled with content.
"Piper. And don't apologize, I just didn't think you should be so tense." I laughed. "I was born tense." She laughed. "So, what's your talent Blondie?" My face set into a confused expression.
"What do you mean?"
"Everyone in this school is set apart in their own little cliques. There's the notes, which is basically all the students involved in a musical activity. There's the masks, which are the theater and art kids. Then, there are the Dick's." Well that caught me off guard.
"Wait, what? The dicks?" She laughed at my expression. "As in Dick's sporting goods because that's the group that consists of jocks." I nodded.
"Well, I'm a swimmer, been training since I was three years old. Co-Captain of the team." I said the last part with distaste and I could tell she noticed. "I'm also really into design. Like architecture wise. That's what I want to study when I get out of this hell hole." She laughed. "Oh, and I also play electric guitar, but that's just a small hobby, I'm just starting to learn." I said lying through my teeth.
The bell rung, ending our conversation. I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder, making sure I had everything. Piper walked over to me and slipped me a piece of paper.
"Here. I think we should hang out some time, you seem cool. Text me after school so I can have your number." I nodded and smiled walking out of the classroom. I checked my schedule. Next class, Greek with Mr. Brunner. I walked to room 214 silently and took a seat in the front.
Mr. Brunner was a middle-aged man with long curly brown hair and a brown beard. He was on a wheel chair for reason unknown, and he seemed like he had a nice heart.
"Alright, class! Does anyone in this room already have some basic knowledge of this language?" Very few hands were raised, but from the ones that were, mine was among them. He looked around and nodded stiffly.
"Very well. Mrs. Chase, Mr. Jackson, please come up here and give us a brief example of what you already know. A short conversation, maybe?" Mr. Jackson? Oh no… I walked up and met his green eyes, setting my face in a blank expression. I started the conversation.
"πώς είσαι(How are you)?" he looked me dead in the eyes, challenge set into them.
"καλά μέχρι που είδα το πρόσωπό σας(Good until I saw your face)." I scowled.
"τι νομίζετε ότι είμαι χαρούμενος γι ' αυτό? Μισώ τάξεις μαζί σας(What you think I'm happy about this? I hate having classes with you)."
"ανεξαρτήτως έξυπνος παντελόνι. Πάω να σας κόψουμε τον κώλο επόμενη συνεδρίαση βουτιά. (Whatever smarty pants. I'm going to kick your ass next swim meet)"
"είστε ένα κάθαρμα(You're a bastard)."
"είσαι μια σκύλα(You're a bitch)!"
"Enough!" My head whipped to Mr. Brunner. He looked appalled. "You two, front row, now." Percy huffed but sat down in the seat next to mine. Mr. Brunner walked over and looked us in the eyes. "Mrs. Chase, I know you have a great record and you're an amazing student. But I will not accept this kind of behavior from either of you two. These are your new assigned seats for the entire year. I will not change my mind." He walked away without another word.
The whole year? The whole year? I wanted to cry. Instead I looked at him, my eyes full of anger and hatred. "If you ever threaten my perfect record again I swear to all the gods above I will personally amputate your dick." He smirked at me.
"Swearing to the gods isn't a very wise thing to do." I scowled, my hands curling into fists. He then glanced down to my neck and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion and thought. "Are you staring at my chest?" he shook his head in thought.
"No…I just…Isn't that the necklace Mistry Sheddy wears?" I looked down quickly. Shit.
Mistry Sheddy was born in the summer of 2010. I'd just gotten my first guitar the year before, and I had learned faster than most. Mistry was everything I wasn't. She had a dark brown bob and always wore thick dark make up. Her signature look was clothing that was always dark, usually black, and a silver necklace with a treble clef charm. The night I posted the first video was uneventful. I didn't expect Mistry to blow up overnight, but she did. By 7 A.M. the next morning, Mistry had over a million views on the first video.
That's right. I had an alterego. I was a girl on youtube who posted videos of covers. I invented Mistry to distract myself from the troubles in my life, I never expected her to become famous, but she did, and now she was something I did a lot. Put on a wig, slap on some make up, and I turned into her. I was youtube famous, everybody knew about Mistry. I'd just made a new video last night, and looks like I forgot to take off her signature sign. The necklace.
"What? No, of course not. How could I be wearing Mistry Sheddy's necklace." He reached over to touch it, but I slapped his hand away. If he saw the engraving on the back it'd all be over.
He glared at me. "Whatever. And if I wanted to look at you chest I would've done it already." He said glancing down. I smirked.
"Like you're doing right now?" His head snapped up and his glare intensified.
"Whatever. I'll kick your ass this afternoon."
"We'll see about that, Jackson. I may be a girl, but I still have speed in the water."
"Oh would you let it go? It was one comment."
"A jerky comment."
The bell rung loudly signaling our next class and I rolled my eyes at him as he glared at me for the 100th time that morning. I stalked off fuming. This was going to be a long day.
AN: I know the first two chapters are kinda short, but I promise you, they won't be like that for the whole story. I'm just trying to set up the story right, i don't want to rush everything into one chapter because then it'll be shorter than I want it to be. So yeah. Heh. I love this idea of Mistry Sheddy. What are you guys' thoughts about that? How was it? Review!-ShyGal