Okay, thanks. For all those favorites and follows that show up in my email. For pushing me closer to becoming an author. I love you guys.
Anyway, I've decided to tell you what's coming next for this story. I'm doing Frazel next, then my take on Caleo, then either the Big 3 kids or Piper/Annabeth friendship. But before that, here's the Percabeth that you've all been asking for. Be warned; may be sad.
Eli James' POV
I hate Greek Mythology. The only good thing about it, really, is that my best friends, Thalia and Annabeth, are there with me. Okay, I may or may not have a teeny-tiny crush on Annabeth. Fine, a huge crush. I can't help myself, with her long, golden curls and her intelligent gray eyes. She's the smartest kid in the school. I'm smart too, and not too bad looking, with brown hair and eyes.
Anyway, one day, we were sitting in Greek Mythology, and we were starting a study on the Underworld.
"Alright, class," droned Mrs. Francis, our teacher. She could put students to sleep with one word. "Who can tell me the deepest part of the underworld?"
I raised my hand, looking for Annabeth's approval. To my surprise, her knuckles were white as they held on to the edge of the desk, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her jaw was in a line, as if she were trying not to scream. I gave Thalia a curious glance, but she looked worried, as if she knew that something bad were about to happen.
"Yes, Eli?" Mrs. Francis said, looking at me. Now was my chance to show off to Annabeth.
"Tartarus." I said confidently, knowing that I had gotten it right.
Annabeth screamed out of nowhere, burying her face in her hands, tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks. What did I SAY? I thought.
Thalia abruptly stood up. "Alright everyone, get out! Nothing to see here! C'mon, move your asses outside the door! You, too, Mrs. Francis." She said, obviously worried. Thalia pointed at me. "Eli, go find Percy Jackson. He's in Social Studies right now, I think."
Percy Jackson? He was the school's swim team captain, and a total bonehead.
"What can he do that I can't do?" I retorted, wanting to take this moment to get closer to Annabeth.
Thalia stormed up to me and grabbed my shirt. Her electric blue eyes flashed menacingly. "Because he's the only one who really knows what's happening, and how to fix it. So do me a fucking favor and GET HIM IN HERE!" She yelled, and she looked like she was going to say more, but Annabeth screamed again, this time louder than the last. Her knees were hugged to her chest. She looked, well, scared. Annabeth Chase rarely got scared. I gulped, running out of the classroom to find Percy Jackson, still wondering why Thalia requested him, of all people.
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When I got to the Social Studies room, Percy was sitting there, looking bored out of his mind. "Uh, I need Percy to come to the Greek Mythology room for a sec. There's something wrong with Annabeth, and Thalia said-" I started, but Percy shot out of his seat, knocking over his chair in the process.
"Annabeth? Is she okay? What happened?" He said, concerned. Huh. I didn't know that jocks had feelings
"I don't know, we were talking about Tartarus and she freaked."
Percy paled at the mention of the word Tartarus. Without another word, he ran out of the room faster than should've been humanly possible.
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Percy pushed through the crowd waiting outside and flung the classroom door open, only to find Annabeth sitting on the floor in the fetal position, screaming and crying like she'd been shot.
"Percy! Thank the gods! We stared discussing, uh, you-know-where." Thalia said, relief flooding her face. Seriously, what was so great about Percy Jackson?
Percy turned to me. "Dude, I think it's time for you to leave." He urged quietly. I stood there adamantly, not wanting to leave Annabeth's side.
"I'm staying in here."
"No, you're not! Listen, Annabeth and I went through some hard stuff that the likes of you wouldn't understand! Please, leave the room!" Percy said, and for the first time I remembered something weird about him. He often got lost in thought, with this-I don't know, broken expression on his face. Come to think of it, Annabeth did the same thing. Reluctantly, I left the room, but I couldn't resist looking through the glass window in the door. I was just in time to see Percy kiss Annabeth, and make my heart shatter in two.
"Annabeth, look at me," he said, his voice full of... love? "We're out. We made it. We escaped hell. I love you, Annabeth. As long as we're together, remember?" Percy kissed her again, and Annabeth unfroze, still crying.
"I love you too, Percy." She whispered, her voice raw from screaming. She buried her head into his shirt, and Percy held her close.
My heart broke. Annabeth was taken, by Percy Jackson, who clearly loved her. A lot. The girl of my dreams was in love with another boy.
While I walked away, something nagged at the back of my brain. Annabeth had freaked out on the word 'Tartarus'. Percy had gone pale, too. And he had said that they'd escaped hell. Had they been to Tartarus? Were Greek myths real?
Well, that took forever. I think this turned out well, though. What do you think? Remember, constructive criticism: good. Flames: bad.
Yours in demigoddishness,
Megan, AKA We're All Okay
