I'm going to start regularly updating this one! YAY! :) Sorry for the wait, I hope it was worth it.
Week 2:
Okay, so why of all people did Mr. Sten put Percy Jackson in the seat next to mine? He would listen in on Thalia and I's conversations, doodle while I was trying to pay attention, and try to talk to me while I was trying to complete the work. He was, in a nutshell, driving me insane, and I didn't know if I could handle it any longer.
"Annabeth." He was whispering. I ignored him, and pressed the tip of my pencil a little harder against my essay paper.
"Annabeth!" The whisper got a little louder, more urgent. I gritted my teeth and continued to pretend to be deaf.
"Annabeth!" I turned to him finally, my blood boiling.
"What?!" I seethed.
He stared at me, at an apparrant loss for words. "You have pretty eyes." He stammered.
"W...what?" My anger faltered. Pretty eyes?
"Uh... I mean... look!" He showed me his latest doodle, pressing it against my nose so I had to go cross eyed.
He pulled it away, but I was still cross eyed.
'You can cross your eyes?" He asked.
"Yeah." I answered, not thinking it was really that big of a deal.
"Cool!"
"Mr. Jackson!" Mr. Sten called from the front. "Shut your trap before I send you to the front of the room!"
Percy just rolled his eyes and turned back to me as if to continue the conversation. He was such a dork, did he really think I was going to disobey a teacher?
I let my eyes go back to my essay, and I started writing again. Darn! I didn't uppercase a name.
I turned to grab my eraser. It wasn't there.
"Looking for something?"
I turned to the idiot, trying to resist ripping his head off.
"Yes, actually." I said, keeping my tone calm. I never showed my emotions in school, that is, to anyone in school but Thalia. "I can't find my eraser."
"Huh." He shrugged innocently, but I looked around and saw that his right hand was held in his lap as if he were hiding something.
"Why don't you give me my eraser back?" I asked. I felt some of my anger escape into my tone.
His eyes widen liked a scared puppy's. "I don't have your eraser."
Beckenford, the guy right behind us, whispered to Percy. "Pass it back!"
Ugh, I swear. Together, the two were like dumb and dumber.
Percy tossed the eraser, and Charlie caught it. Curses, I should've interfered when I could've.
Thalia finally looked up from her paper and noticed my predicament. She raised her eyebrow at Charlie, who winced under her gaze. "What do you have there, Charlie?"
"Um...nothing." He lied.
"My eraser." I corrected. I was torn between glaring at Charlie or Percy. Seens how Thalia had Charlie covered, I directed my stare at Percy. He noticed me and had the nerve to smile. Well, one side of his mouth curved upward into a really cute half-smile...wait. Did I just call Percy Jackson cute? Ew. Ew ew ew ew ew ew. That. Is. Nasty.
I shook my head to clear it and opened my mouth to say something when I saw Mr. Sten headed this way. As all trouble makers do, Percy and Charlie had radar that told them when a teacher was coming near. Without even glancing his way, both of them were somehow suddenly very interested in the essay we were doing.
Mr. Sten, who really liked to pick on Percy for some wonderful reason, came up behind him.
"Ah, Jackson. How are you doing? Did you choose to write about Columbus or the Pilgrims?"
He leaned over and took Percy's paper right out from under his pencil, leaving a little slash mark. A scowl darkened his face as he looked it over.
"I would usually apologize for damaging work, but there really was no work to damage." He shook his head. "This class is about learning. Not drawing meaningless figures."
Mr. Sten crumpled up Percy's stick drawings. I can't say I was sorry to see them go. He walked two steps up behind me and I stopped writing so he could take my paper. He looked over it and a smile stretched his face. "Ah, Ms. Chase, perfect as usual." I shot a smirk at Percy when the teacher wasn't looking and allowed myself to feel some pride. But as soon as he gave me back my essay, it was back to work.
I still watched my teacher out of the corner of my eye. He stalked past Charlie, giving him the evil eye, then wisked away to his desk. He never really payed any attention to Thalia, unless he was making her answer a question. I guess he liked her, but I think that was because she was my friends. He knew I got people out of trouble, so anyone I was sat next to was usually someone he didn't like; a trouble maker. Thus the seating of Percy Jackson next to me. Although, I think he was being nice by sitting me next to Thalia, because he knew we were friends.
I kind of like being the teacher's pet.
I leaned backwards unexpectedly in my chair, snatched the eraser from where it had been placed on Charlie's desk, and shot him a triumphant grin. I turned around, fixed my error, and leaned back, gazing at my masterpiece.
"Charlie..." Percy whined, obviously about to reprimand him about letting me have the eraser back. The bell cut him off mid sentence, and I stood up, stuffed everything (neatly) into my backpack, and headed for Mr. Sten's desk.
"Do you think Mr. Sten will accept a sentence?" I heard Percy saying as I dropped off my essay.
I shook my head. That was one crazy guy.
