A/N: First reviews! Lol, I'm such a noob. First reviews always get me excited. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: All rights to Uncle Rick. Unfortunately, I only own the plot.
Percy Jackson. Annabeth blinked, pushing past his little outburst, though she did kind of like the way his name rolled off his tongue. "Yes, well, Jackson, if you could just sign this so I won't have to talk to your insufferable self anymore, that'd be great," she said, pushing the contract and pen towards him.
Percy laughed, lightly. "Insufferable? How you dismiss our friendship, Chase," he clicked his tongue in false distaste, teasing her with another mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Friendship?" Annabeth laughed with a faux sweet smile. "Your friendships must be interesting, Jackson."
Percy winked suggestively. "Yes, they are." Annabeth scowled. Percy was turning out exactly as she'd predicted- a no-good, fuckboy, a man-whore. A small part of her told her not to judge him so quickly, especially considering the fact that she didn't even know him- not that she wanted to. However, her prideful, I'm-always-right side squashed that thought just as fast as it'd come. Annabeth wasn't judging, no no, she was making an educational conclusion after carefully evaluating the infuriating young man sitting in front of her.
Percy stared at the papers put before him, not making an attempt to sign them at all. Annabeth tapped her perfectly manicured, nude nail polish painted nails against the table, impatiently. When he still didn't sign them, she threw her hands up in exasperation.
"Well, for heaven's sake, I haven't got all day!" she burst.
Percy smirked up at her and she could then see it'd been his plan to piss her off by not signing in the whole time. Annabeth narrowed her eyes at him.
"Need assistance in finding the signing line, Jackson?" Annabeth asked in a patronizing voice.
"No," Percy smiled to himself in that infuriating little smirk-smile thing as he signed the papers, very very slowly, watching Annabeth out of the corner of his eye. Annabeth's scowl deepened. Who did that little shit think he was?!
"Are we done here now?" Annabeth asked after he finally signed the whole packet in the places needed. She filed the paper away, making a note to make copies later.
"Keen to get rid of me, I see," Percy laughed lightly.
"I have another meeting to get to," Annabeth said in a no-nonsense tone. "If you like, I can fetch my assistant to show you around to your new recording booth. You can begin to personalize your area," she said with a scrunch of her nose," and get settled in."
"I'd much rather talk to you, Chase," Percy decided, with a slight cock of his head. "You intrigue me."
"I told you," Annabeth persisted, gritting her teeth. "I have a meeting."
Percy nodded. "Right. Escort me to the elevator, at least, then?" Annabeth nearly protested again, but then realized it'd only take longer to get rid of him if she did. Muttering things under her breath, Annabeth stood. She began to walk to the door and Percy followed after her, asking irritating questions. "How old are you?" he asked first.
"Twenty-two," Annabeth answered, stiffly.
"Uh huh. Me too," he smirked. Annabeth scowled once again. "What's your favorite color?"
"Grey," she said, emotionless.
"Ughhh, you're so boring!" Percy complained. "I like blue," he stated, proudly.
Annabeth rolled her eyes as she punched the elevator button and waited for the car to come. "I don't base my favorites off of what pleases you, Jackson," she snapped."
"Ooh, feisty," Percy teased. Annabeth glared at him so he shut up because her gaze was somewhat frightening. "When's your meeting?" At this, Annabeth glanced down at her silver watch as the doors slid open before them.
"In five minutes," Annabeth muttered, mostly to herself. "Guess I'll just ride with you, then," she said, louder this time so he could hear. "Your studio is on the same floor as this meeting room."
Percy smirked suddenly and Annabeth's blood ran cold. Oh crap, what did she say now.
"Ride with me? Or ride me?" he smirked more. "Because I prefer the latter."
"You are absolutely disgusting," she remarked, glowering at him, though a small embarrassed blush had appeared on her cheeks.
"I do try, Chase," he snorted, stepping into the elevator after Annabeth. Annabeth didn't say anything in response, choosing to ignore his idiotic self. Percy poked her after some time.
"Chase," he poked her arm. "Chase." Annabeth continued ignoring him. "Why are you ignoring meeeee?" he whined. Annabeth remained silent.
Then, Percy did the most unexpected thing she would've imagine. He reached forward and hit the stop elevator button. The elevator shuddered to a stop.
"Why did you do that?!" she shrieked, horrified.
"You wouldn't talk to me," Percy shrugged, acting innocent, but the smirk on his face told otherwise.
"I'm going to be late for the meeting! Or worse, miss it completely!" Annabeth panicked, banging on the elevator doors desperately. Percy watched, amused, leaning back coolly against the side of the elevator. Annabeth pressed the send help button multiple times, frantically trying to get the elevator to work again. A frenzied Annabeth tried to call someone.
"No signal,"she heard Percy singsong from behind her. "They'll be here in an hour or two." With her blonde curls flying everywhere and her eyes cold and narrowed at him, Percy nearly shuddered. Annabeth could be downright terrifying when she wanted to.
"You," she growled, quickly approaching him. Percy was backed into the wall, Annabeth's finger jabbing harshly into his chest. "How dare you?! Ms. Stone will murder me now, thanks to you!"Annabeth yelled, furious.
Percy continued to smirk obnoxiously at her the whole time. "Calm down, princess."
"Don't call me princess," she snapped. "You idiot! You fucking moronic douche bag! You haven't got a-"
"We don't use words like that here," Percy interrupted, clicking his tongue lightly. "No cursing in a workplace," he hummed. Her glare darkened beyond anything he'd ever seen. And in some weird way, it turned him on. Okay, okay, he could admit it. Annabeth was hot- really really fucking hot.
"Listen here, you piece of-" Annabeth began, but was cut off by Percy's sudden, graceful movement. He quickly flipped her over so she was pressed against the wall and he was towering over, smirking still. Her breath caught in her throat and for a second, she paused in her rant, but then her rant quickly started up again, anger worse than before. "Get off me!" she screamed. "You don't fucking touch me! Get out of my face, you foolish jerk!" She began to slap his hands until he let go, where she then smoothed down her work clothes, huffing at him.
"You better make this up to me," she barked, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Percy simply rolled his eyes while Annabeth checked her watch again, which only aggravated her more. "By the time we get out of here, not only will the meeting be over, but work for today will be almost over!" she groaned, frustrated.
"How about I take you out for coffee? My treat," Percy offered, eyes glittering. She glared.
"Like I want to spend more time with you." But... coffee was awfully tempting. After the day she was having, coffee would be so nice...
"I'll even bring you coffee to work tomorrow," he tried to tempt her.
"Deal," Annabeth agreed, quickly. Now... all she had to worry about was getting out of here for coffee and facing her most likely to be angry, mother. This was going to be hell, she knew.
"I still can't believe you though. I'm not going to forget this," Annabeth warned.
"I would expect nothing less of you, Chase," Percy laughed to himself. "So... while we're here..." Annabeth groaned.
"What? What do you want from me?"
His eyes sparkled and Annabeth's mood immediately soured, understanding his implication. "Leave me alone. I'm not talking to you until I get my coffee." And sure enough, true to her word, she ignored him until they were released from that cramped elevator, standing as far as possible from Percy. No matter how hard he tried, Annabeth was too stubborn and said nothing. Not until hours later when she was seated across from him in a nice coffee shop she visited daily near her workplace. And of course, Annabeth, who was perfectly content with ignoring him for the rest of their lives, waited for him to start the conversation. Why on earth would she begin talking to him? Gods, no.
"So," Percy began, tone naturally flirtatious. "Are you known for holding grudges, Chase?" he questioned. "Because I really don't want that little elevator escapade to get in the way of our relationship," his eyes sparkled charmingly and it was clear he as putting a little effort into flirting once more, now that Annabeth was screaming at him, red-faced, in a tiny, cramped elevator. Now that had certainly been a joy ride.
Annabeth snorted in a the least ladylike manner into her coffee cup. "Relationship?" She took another sip of her coffee, faking amusement. "In your dreams, Jackson."
"No need to get yourself all worked up," he smirked. "A business relationship," he smoothly corrected. "After all, you'll be managing my music won't you?" His eyes had one clear message: he'd cornered her now, hadn't he?
Damn you, Jackson, Annabeth couldn't help thinking to herself. "Fine. A business relationship," her eyes narrowed at him, as if warning him. "That's all it's ever going to be, Jackson. No more, no less," Annabeth declared. Percy couldn't help but smirk.
"If it wasn't a business relationship, then what would it be, Chase? I seem lost. I thought we were only business partners. I never thought of any othe type of relationship..." Percy feigned innocence, though his smirk clearly said otherwise.
"I'm warning you, Jackson. Don't mess with me or you'll be crying to your mommy before you receive your first paycheck," Annabeth hissed.
"Ooh, feisty. Take a chill pill, princess."
"And DO NOT call me princess!" Annabeth huffed.
Percy wasn't going to lie. Even mad, Annabeth was a goddammit goddess. Of course, he'd never admit that, but still, it was nice to think about. To himself, and only himself. Gotta love a girl who can hand you your own ass, ain't that right? Bark and bite. That's all Percy saw when he saw Annabeth, which made it that much more amusing to tick her off.
"Businesses relationship, only. Got it?" she snapped.
Percy grinned charmingly. "I'll make you eat those words, Chase." Annabeth had never rolled her eyes harder.
"I've been told I'm pretty stubborn," she insisted, finishing up her coffee.
"And I except my coffee in my office before I get to work." Percy had been done for a while and he simply nodded slightly to the last comment. "And let's get one thing straight, Jackson, I never lose." Her eyes were challenging, just like his. Annabeth picked up shiny black purse and curled it around her wrist and she disposed of her empty coffee cup. Annabeth , with a triumphant smirk, walked out the door, looking more badass than ever, her heels clicking against the floor.
Percy simply smirked to himself. "Of course, Chase. I'd expect nothing less," he muttered under his breath, as he watched her walk away. He soon stood up, disposed of his own empty cup, and left, stuffing his hands into his coat pockets to keep warm from the harsh, New York cold. But despite the uncomfortable weather, he found he had a tiny smile on his face. The whole way home.
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