Sorry guys! I had so much tests going on, and really crappy chapters I wrote, so please excuse me. I want to go dig a hole and die.
So here's the next chappie. kinda short, but I only had so much time to update, Enjoy!
Oh, and here's the reason I didn't update; My grandpa's funeral. I loved him, he was like a second father to me.
So on to the chapter...
Annabeth
I straightened my posture and smiled. Not bad Chase, not bad at all. I'd woken up that morning looking like a zombie. Bags under my eyes, hair sticking out, face red and blotchy. I looked like a mess.
I'd straightened my hair and put on makeup. I had chosen to wear a pink crop top and pink jean shorts. I put on 3-inch heel bright pink stilettos to complete the look. And Helen had begged to take me to the hair stylist yesterday, I obliged of course.
I checked out the silver and pink streaks in my hair. They looked good in contrast with my tan skin. I checked out how I looked one more time before nodding in satisfaction. All the while not being really satisfied.
I didn't like the way I was dressing, or the makeup I was wearing. But it was necessary. I smiled and looked at the mirror. "Γεια σου, πώς το κάνεις;" I was beautiful as hell.
I rushed downstairs and grabbed the keys off the counter. "shit, I'm gonna be late, gonna be late!"
I got on my car and drove away, stopping only to not run over a cat.
"Φύγε από τη μέση!" Someone yelled behind me. I turned around and gave them the finger. "Όπως η κόλαση θα το κάνω! Είναι κόκκινο φως!"
I huffed in annoyance and continued driving. Drivers these days. Got no respect for anybody. People who thought they were better than others just cause they're rich.
Another driver appeared next to me and yelled at me. "Continua a guidare! Non ho tutto il giorno che lo sai!" I shook my head. What was he even saying?
I drove to school and looked for a good place to park. There was a spot available in front. It was reserved for the populars. It was reserved for me. I got out and everyone stopped talking at once. I flipped my hair and they started running towards me.
"Love your hair hun!"
"Hey babe, awesome look you rocking"
"Isn't that Annabeth Chase?"
"Who the hell is she?"
"Isn't she a mathlete?"
"How is she so pretty?"
"I call dibs!"
"Want to be in my cliquè?"
"You are so going to be popular!"
"Isn't that your car?!"
I refrained myself from responding. 'No, it's your mom's, why else would I be driving it?'. They whispered and gossiped about me. I just smiled and waved.
Look pretty. All about posture and looks. Look good, be good, smell good. Everything good. Good behavior. Good grades.
Suddenly a figure pushed itself to the front. I smirked and greeted him with three words.
"Hello Perseus Jackson"
