Hey guys! And I'm back with another story. If you have been with me since my very first story, All You Need Is Love, well then, hi again! I told you I'd be back by September or March, and obviously I chose September ;) This story is supposed to be out by September 1, but I figured that I can't wait anymore :)

And to those who didn't know me, well, hi, I'm Bluecookies19 or Megan. I hope you guys enjoy this story. Unlike my previous stories, where I update everyday, I will be updating once a week for Of Love And Royals. If I fail to do so, then blame it on school or travel :)

Sorry for the long author's note. There won't be anything on the bottom, anyway :) So here's Chapter 2. Enjoy!

Spoiler Alert: Percabeth meets the chapter after this.

Disclaimer: There will be only one for the entire story, and that would be, I AM NOT RICK RIORDAN. I am a simple teenage girl. Therefore, I don't and never will own Percy Jackson and The Olympians or The Heroes of Olympus. Okay? Okay.

Chapter 2

Annabeth

I tucked my Beats neatly inside my back pack as our private jet prepared for landing. I leaned back on my chair and closed my eyes.

This had been a tiring morning. First, I woke up early and got ready. Then Mom began telling me about taking care while I was in New York, and blah, blah, blah. Then I went to say good-bye to Luke. That wasn't really such a bad thing. He hugged me and wished me luck. He even kissed me on the forehead before I went away.

Okay, this might be weird, but I'm beginning to trust Luke. I mean, he's not really a bad guy. He didn't want to marry me, after all. The one problem was his mentor, a scrawny blonde named Octavian, who seemed to be scheming and cunning. He also seemed eager in getting Luke and I married. Huh. Anyway, I forgot about those bad thoughts immediately because I was really excited. I'm finally going to step on American soil. I felt Thalia shift beside me on our seat.

"It's really a nice day, isn't it?" Thalia said, and I opened my eyes and nodded. "I'm really excited."

"Yeah, you're not the only one," I replied, grinning. "Mom says we're gonna have a dormitory?"

"Yep," Thalia said. "Too bad, we're not roommates, though."

"Don't worry," I said. "Maybe our rooms are near each other."

A few seconds later, the stewardess came to us and told us that we already landed. Keeping a crazy grin to myself, I stood up and swung my back pack over my shoulder and started walking to the exit. Mom sent a few bodyguards with Thalia and me on the plane, but they wouldn't be accompanying us to the school anymore. Good. Freedom, finally. Although my mother insisted that I call her once every day, so I guess I'm still on radar.

Two of my bodyguards took care of my luggage, which consisted of two big suitcases and another back pack. Thalia only brought one suitcase, so she didn't need anyone to hold it for her. I doubted that she would let anyone, anyway.

"Hello, New York," I breathed out as soon as I stepped out of the stairs. "Wow. It's really amazing."

"Shut up, princess, we're still in the airport," Thalia teased. "I'm sure it's amazing, though."

"Of course it is," I said. "I mean, it's the city that never sleeps, right?" Imagine Dragons' song, It's Time, immediately played in my mind. Cause after all, the city never sleeps at night. I wonder if they meant New York.

We didn't hail a taxi cab because a) Thalia said it wouldn't be smart because the school where we're going was very rich, and we'd feel inferior if we went out of a taxi cab and b) a shiny black limousine was already waiting for us.

I stepped inside the car and Thalia went after me. The guards shut the door and then they got inside. Then the driver started driving.

I watched in awe as we passed the city. Everything looked really amazing, full of adventures and fun. There were a lot of buildings and a lot of people. It's way better than Olympia.

We soon reached a big place. I mean, the grounds were really big, as far as I could tell. Several-foot-tall fences guarded the place, and there was a really big gate. When the guard on the gate saw us, he pressed something on a remote he was holding and the gates opened. Our car passed through.

Now I could see the whole place clearly. What was it? It had really huge, green grounds, and there were a lot of buildings the size of mansions. It obviously belonged to a very rich person, but who? And what are we doing here?

I also noticed along the way that there were some fields that looked suspiciously for sports. Maybe the owner of the place liked playing. There was also the American flag suspended on a 10-foot-tall pole. When I looked closer, I saw that the pole was made out of silver and had gems encrusted on it. So the person who owns the place must really be rich.

But then I saw something strange. The car stopped in front of what seemed like the main building, which was really, really big. When I looked out, I saw students. They were everywhere, sitting on groups on the green, grassy grounds, walking to gods-know-where, laughing, and talking. They were also clad in aristocratic uniforms.

Wait. Something is definitely wrong. This can't be Goode High… can it? I was pretty sure I told Mom that I wanted to attend a normal high school, not one for rich people. I was about to call her when my door opened, and my bodyguards beckoned me out.

I stepped outside, the warm sunlight hitting me on the eyes. So this is Goode. Mother of nymphs, the place was huge! And I also realized that today was September 1. It's the first day of school.

I got looks from everybody as I walked the smooth pathway to the main building. I must really look like a diva or something. I was wearing a dark-blue striped long-sleeved shirt, which I paired with a white dungaree that reached to the middle of my thighs. I was suddenly wary that I was showing a lot of leg. Oh well. I didn't have anything to be embarrassed about, anyway; my legs, according to, well, everybody, were flawless and perfect.

Two bodyguards walked on either side of me, and one carried my luggage. Thalia walked behind, and she looked like she was holding back a laugh.

We entered the main building and oh gods, let me tell you that it looked like the lobby of a hotel. And not just any hotel –the grandest hotel. The accent was sophisticated yet aristocratic at the same time. Kudos to the architect and the designer.

The clerk, or whatever she was, looked up and smiled when she saw us. She stopped messing with her computer and smiled sweetly at me.

"You must be the transferee," she said. "Come, Miss. Your mother told me to show you your room first."

"Oh, I'm not the only transfer," I said, gesturing to Thalia, who smirked (seriously, Thals?) at the woman. "She's a transfer too."

"I see," the woman said, her smile faltering a little bit when she saw Thalia, who was wearing all black. "Well, let's go. The dormitories are this way." We followed her through a flight of stairs, and then we reached an elevator. Even the inside was cool. So dramatic.

The woman –I looked at her name tag and it read Jody –pressed floor number 4 on the buttons. Oh crap. This place is really big.

After a few moments, the elevator stopped and the door opened. Jody, Thalia, the bodyguards, and I exited it, and Jody led us through elegant hallways until we reached a door. Jody turned to Thalia and gave her a card.

"You're room's in there," she said, pointing to a door next to the one on the right of the door I'm standing in front of. Thalia grabbed the card and, for some reason I don't know, put it between her teeth and started walking to the door. She swiped it on the I-don't-know-what-it's-called thing next to the door and I heard it unlock. Thalia looked at me and grinned, and then she went inside.

"So," Jody turned to me, all sweetness back, "this is your room, sweetie. You're sharing it with Piper McLean. She's a pretty girl, and she's also a senior, so I'm sure you'll go well together. Good luck." She handed me my card and then she left.

I took a deep breath and swiped it on the thing next to the door and it unlocked. Then I opened the door.

The room was really big. The walls were painted a pastel baby blue. Good. Just the right shade. There were two beds on either side. The bed on the right side was clean and made. It had a purple mattress with leaf prints on it, and a two big white pillows and a throw pillow. Then there was a desk with a few books, a laptop and a few girly things. There was also a purple bean bag and a closet.

Then on the other side was another bed. It was also clean ad made, with a mint-green mattress wit owl prints on it. There were also two big white pillows, and a lot of throw pillows. There was also a desk, but it had a lot of books and a computer on it. The desk was really organized. Then there was a closet and another bean bag, which was sea-green in color.

I also noticed a door, so it must be the bathroom. I told my bodyguards to leave my stuff near the bed, and after they did, they left. So there was only me.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and a girl got out. She seemed startled to see me, but after a while she smiled. She must be Piper McLean. Jody was right; she was really pretty. Piper was tall, and she had brown skin and eyes that seemed to shift colors. I don't know if it's because of the light or something else, but they were dazzling. Her brown hair was cut choppily and short, but she was able to have two braids with feathers on it.

"Hi," she said. "You must be the new transfer."

"Yeah," I said awkwardly. "I'm Annabeth Chase."

"Piper McLean." She smiled and held out her hand to me, and I shook it. "Pleased to meet you."

"Likewise," I said, and then I realized that I was being too formal. Crap, I'm acting like a princess again. Loosen up, I thought. I cleared my throat. "Uh, I mean, yeah, me too. Nice to see, um, I mean, meet you, Piper."

"So, today's the first day of school," Piper said, beaming at me. "Do you want me to show you around?"

~oOo~

Percy

"Percy, honey, wake up! You're going to be late for school." I let out a groan as I slowly opened my eyes. It was my mom's voice, calling me again to wake-up. My mom was like my alarm clock for school every day. She's always the one to wake me up.

Sunlight poured through the curtains, and I knew it was already morning. I checked my clock on the bedside table, and it read 7:00. Good. School starts at 8:30, so I have plenty of time.

I hopped out of bed and went into the shower. Fifteen minutes later I was done, and after I scrubbed my hair dry with the towel I went to my closet and grabbed my uniform. Since Goode was a private school we had a uniform, and because it was also a rich school, the uniform looked grand.

I slipped on my white long-sleeved polo shirt, and then I tucked it on my pants. I put on the blue necktie around my neck and fixed my collar. Afterwards, I threw on my burgundy suit. I don't really know what to call it, but it looked like a suit. It had lapels and the school's seal on the left side, right near the heart. After that, I put on my black shoes and went in front of the mirror.

Normally, I would introduce myself to you right now, but I already did that, so I'll continue talking about what I'm currently doing. Since my black hair was always messy, I didn't bother to try and tame it. I let it be. I don't care anyway; it's also one of the reasons that, not to brag or anything, girls in school go head over heels about me. What can I say? I'm normally good-looking.

I went into the kitchen and found Mom on the stove, frying pancakes. And not just any kind of pancakes, mind you –blue pancakes, my favorite. Don't ask why they're blue. I just love the color so much; it came to the point where I had to have blue food as well. I guess that's my sweet affliction.

After drowning three pancakes in blueberry syrup, I dug in. We had a small flat screen TV here on the kitchen, so I watched the news as I shoved food in my mouth.

"So," Mom said, turning to me, "today's the first day of school. Are you excited?"

"Not really." I shrugged, swallowing. "It's still the same as the past years, anyway, Mom. I get used to it."

"Honey, you're already on your senior year!" Mom said. "You're going to graduate. Aren't you excited about it?"

"Nope," I answered, wolfing down the last of my blue pancakes. I stood up and put my empty dish on the sink, and then I strode over to Mom and quickly kissed her cheek. "I'm gonna be late. Gotta go, Mom!" I ran upstairs and grabbed my backpack, and then I exited our apartment, shutting the door behind me. Paul went to Goode early, so I didn't have a ride. I hailed a cab instead.

Now, some students in Goode, whose life status are like mine, neither rich nor an heir but just someone who can afford studying in a prestigious school like Goode, would worry about going to school in a cab. But I'm not. Yes, I'll admit, I have quite a reputation in school: heartthrob (I don't know why I became one until now), popular swimmer, and athlete, and because of that people know me pretty well. They also know that I study in Goode because of Paul, and they accept me. No one bullies me just because I wasn't as rich as them.

I reached Goode ten minutes later (thanks a lot, traffic). As the cab stopped by the gates, I saw a shiny black limousine exit the other side of the gates. Huh. Believe it or not, even though most of the kids here are rich, no one ever uses a limousine to school. Sure, they use cool and expensive cars, but no one uses a limo. And I've never seen this kind of limo before. Maybe there's a new student.

I headed inside, and I got the usual greetings from the other students. Most of them were pretty busy already, and some were just chilling out, sitting on the grounds on groups or hanging out by the benches or the fountains. I took a turn when I heard someone call my name.

"Percy!" I turned around and saw my friends, Leo Valdez, Jason Grace, Frank Zhang and Nico di Angelo coming to me.

"Hey," I said, grinning as I fist-bumped with them. "What's up, guys?"

"Not much," Jason said. "But dude, can you believe it? We're freaking seniors!" Like what we usually do, we automatically emitted whoops and cheers, causing some of the students to turn their heads on our direction.

"We've got the same homeroom, man," Leo elbowed me, grinning like a maniac. "Too bad Sparky and Death Breath here aren't."

"Hey!" Nico and Jason both protested. I laughed. We always called Nico Death Breath while Jason Sparky. Their nicknames just amuse me.

"So," Leo said as we started walking to the main building, "how's your summer been?" I shrugged.

"It's okay," I said. "Life's still good."

"Oh hey, I heard we have a new transferee here," Jason said. "She's pretty rich. And very beautiful, according to some of the students who saw her."

"I saw a limo outside a while ago," I said. "Was it…?"

"Could be," Nico said. "Some students said that she got out from there." Oh gods, newest addition to the school for spoiled and loaded children. I hope whoever "she" is isn't a brat, like Drew Tanaka, Goode's umm… Queen B. Short for Queen Bitch. She always wears short clothes. Even her skirt was very short.

Speak of the devil; Drew came sauntering towards us, batting her fake eyelashes at me. Everybody knows she's been after me ever since freshman year and I kept rebuffing her. The girl wouldn't give up, though. Don't get me wrong; Drew's a very pretty girl, but she was just, well, I don't know, bitchy. And she bullies girls who are a threat to her reputation in school as the beauty queen. I have a friend, her name's Piper and she's Jason's girlfriend, who's also pretty. She happened to be Drew's half-sister, and Drew always tried to make her life miserable. Emphasis on tried to: somehow, Piper always made it alive.

Anyways, Drew came over to me and (wow, would you actually believe that) put a hand on my chest as she pushed herself to me. Leo, Jason, and Nico backed away, and they were holding back snickers. I shot them a look that said: Get me outta here.

"Hi, Perce," Drew purred. "It's nice to see you again. How was your summer?"

"Pretty well," I replied in a bored voice. Take the hint and get a life, I wanted to say. But my mother raised me as a gentleman, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, and I swear I wanted to gag.

"Uh, no," I said. "Umm, Drew, I need to go. I still have a lot of things to do."

"Call me," she said as Jason gave the signal and we started walking away. When we were far enough, I turned to her.

"No thanks," I called back. "My hands are pretty full. Bye Drew!" The guys started laughing after that.

"Dude," Leo said, "that was like, the hundredth time you turned her down. I'm telling you, that woman's persistent!"

"Yeah, you gotta find someone like her," Jason teased.

"Nah," I waved them off, "I don't have time for that stuff."

"Perce, you never have time for that stuff!" Leo said. "All you do is play, play, and play some more. Can't you see that almost every girl in school wants you? You must be crazy. You have got to like someone, at least once." At first I thought he was talking seriously, but then he added, "If I were in your position I'd be parading around the school and a bunch of girls who made a fans' club called Team Leo would be on my tail." I shook my head.

"I don't like anyone," I said, "And I'm not planning on liking anyone yet."

"You're crazy," Jason said, shaking his head. "You're supposed to like someone, considering you're already seventeen."

"I can like someone when I'm retired and had played every sport imaginable," I said, waving a hand. "Right now I gotta make sure I graduate." I saw the three of them roll their eyes, and then we proceeded to the office to get our schedules.