Second Chapter. Woo! Well, this is where Laura Hunt (pov last chapter, sorry if it was unclear) starts to gush over Percy and gets disgusted over the new kid. I wonder who it could be?

*winks*

*Shoves elbow into reader repeatedly*

*Cough* Annabeth *Cough*

Btw, thank you for so many positive reviews and soooo many follows and favs. I was expecting 3 favs, tops. And I'm letting you guys know, this first story is a little bit based off of New Perspectives of Goode High, in case ya'll are wondering. But I hope that it's only this bit.

Laura's POV

We were already in class, Josh, Emily and I, when the new student walked through the door. We had heard about her a little bit before, but what we weren't expecting was this. We were expecting just another generic girl to come through the door, all fake and laughing and trying to make new friends on the first day of school. What we weren't expecting was a practical goddess to come through the door, acting like she owned the entire city, not just the school.

I say this in the straightest possible way, but she was gorgeous. She had blonde princess curls, gently bouncing around her petite but solid frame. She was using little to no make up, but she was the prettiest girl in the class, easy. But her eyes, her gray-as-the- sky-on-a-stormy-day eyes. They were startling and looked smart. Like, top-of-the-class smart. Yet, they looked kind of… Dangerous. Like they were sizing you up, figuring out the best way to make your death look like an accident- or anything else she wanted it to look like. I would say she could get Percy Jackson, but I thought against it. Nobody could get Percy Jackson. Or at least I hoped. I doubt a professional model could even get Percy Jackson. She walked in with Amanda Bentley, the current hotty. I could tell from her disgruntled expression that she knew that she was outclassed, and she hated it. As soon as I saw her, I turned around and elbowed Josh in the gut, saying "Hey! dude, you're single, right?"

"Oh shut up, you know I am. Why? you gonna make fun of me again?", he impenitently snapped.

"No!", I said with an expression of mock betrayal on my face. "Would I do such a thing?"

"Yes."

"Okay, maybe I would. but look who just came in!", I exclaimed.

"…Woah…." I giggled, he was just sitting there with these huge eyes that looked bigger than saucers. I giggled again, shoving him in the stomach and whispered "Well it looks like somebody's got a crush."

"Oh shut up! Who wouldn't have a crush on that goddess?! She's like… Wow…"

Suddenly, I realized that Amanda had been talking to Annabeth, and apparently the conversation had just ended. "Well bye Annie." She said it with a sneer, as if she was just trying to intimidate her into cowering away. But instead of that, she just looked furious. "Once, was an Accident. Twice, I can forgive. But you're really testing my patience. How many times have I told you not to call me Annie, Beth, Anna or any other variation of my name? At least 20. It. Is. Annabeth."

She pronounced every syllable slowly and deliberately, like she was teaching a kindergartener how to say a word properly. Every one of her words dripped with venom, making Amanda, not Annabeth the one to cower. Amanda seemed to just realize that she was cowering, and straightened her posture, trying to regain her last specks of dignity by huffing, turning around and stalking out of the classroom. Everyone was in dead silence, staring at the new girl. Nobody talked to Amanda like that, unless you wanted your life to be a living hell. But she, Annabeth something-or-other, had done it. On her first day as well!

And, as if we didn't need another shocker from Annabeth mystery girl, she stalked over to the only remaining seat in the class room: Percy Jackson's and plopped right down as if she owned the seat. Everyone gasped as she did so, and she gave us a weird look.

She's in for it now! Sitting in Percy's seat! She's dead! Teach her to be all high and mighty." Whoa. where did those thoughts come from? I'm not a spiteful person! At least I don't think I am. Mr. Karr, our weak Homeroom teacher, looked petrified. The old man got scared when someone dropped something, but now there was nearly a cat fight? He looked frozen in his seat!

VROOOOM… More silence. Everyone was getting ready for the storm that was to follow someone sitting in Percy Jackson's seat. It was Jackson's Bentley, his pride and joy, the only thing we really saw him smile about, besides when he got to use "self defense" on a bully. See, Ever since Jackson came here, we expected him to pick on the weak and helpless nerds and geeks, but instead he helped them. When they were getting beaten up in the back of the school or in front of some lockers, he would always jump in front of a fist so he could claim that the violence was in self defense. The first time he did this, The only words that came out of his now smiling mouth, was: "Oh, I'm gonna enjoy self defensing you." Then, when three kids had been sent to the infirmary, he had claimed it was self defense. and because people had seen it happen, they vouched for him.

But back to the Bentley. As soon as we heard the roar of the engine, we started to get anxious. We knew wasn't afraid of hitting girls, however un-keen he may seem about it. We were ready for him to kick the door open, march inside, see the seat and get a very, very angry look in his eye. And that's just what we got. Except for one thing. As soon as he started to walk to his seat, we heard a low rumble in his throat, an almost instinctive growl of an animal who's territory had been encroached upon. His combat boots made seemingly load squeaking noises as he walked over.

Annabeth had her nose buried in a book, seemingly oblivious to the events and her inevitable doom.

"Hey! Blondie! What. Are you doing. In my chair?" He said it with a low, steely calm demeanor, as if he was about to go ape-shit crazy over something. We expected her to cower under his gaze, the eyes filled with anger. and a little bit of… Playfulness? No. Just anger. But, as we had previously learned about Annabeth, expect the unexpected.

And so, as Percy fixed her with his death-gaze, she looked up at him, smirked, and said in the most childish, nasally voice possible: "I don't see your name on it." We just sat there, in a stunned, charged silence.

"Actually, Wise girl, it does." And at that moment, he took out a switch blade and carved his name into the chair, right behind Annabeth's chair. But everyone else wasn't reeling from the blade, but from the name he had called her. "Wise Girl." As if they knew each other. Annabeth was furious, however, because apparently, Percy had cut of a little of her hair. Not much to other girls, but the way Annabeth acted, you'd think it was the end of the world, and Percy had caused it. "Perseus Allen Jackson!" She yelled. "That was my hair! And I just had it done!"

"Oh come down, Wise Girl, It'll grow back."

"But it won't be the same! And plus, Seaweed Brain, I'll have to get it restyled!" Everyone was Frozen, they couldn't move. Jackson, acting even remotely kind to anyone?! Impossible!

"And maybe I can make it up to you Wise Girl?"

"And how do you propose to do that?" She replied haughtily.

"Like this." And he leaned in, catching her jaw with his first three fingers, brought her head up, and kissed her. Full on the lips. Not a quick peck Either. A full on make-out session that lasted at least 4 minutes, when someone in the middle of the classed broke the silence by wailing "NO!"

It was a girl, one of the many groupies that followed Jackson around and tried to flirt with him. I admit, I was kind of one of those girls, but instead of following closely, I kept my distance and watched from afar. And I was devastated. Percy Jackson, The most unattainable guy in school, had been caught. Hook Line, and Sinker.

A/N

Hey guys! Sorry it took me a couple of days to update. I had some stuff to do. And by stuff I mean sports and school and school and sports. Pretty much Hell for a fangirl such as myself. (BTW, in my opinion there are no fanboys. Just fangirls.)

Anyways, shout out to everyone who followed and reviewed!

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