Annabeth

I spent my open day mostly buried in the spacious library, I'm not your most social girl. Silena had scared me, she decided to photo-shop me and Percy into posters and plastered them on ever spare inch of the dorm walls. That girl can be overly obsessed. When the nearest stack of books toppled I was frightened out of my wits. I mentally groaned when Percy Jackson's face popped up, I wasn't ready to have a conversation with him.

"Go away" I didn't plan to sugarcoat this chat. He just gave a smirky grin at my harsh command. Percy plopped down next to me on the couch I had sheltered on.

"Friends?" I almost choked, he want to be my friend?! What is wrong with this guy?!

"Excuse me?!" I set my book down to look at him, I still couldn't comprehend Percy wanted us to be friends. More or less that I wasn't searching for an cocky sketchy besty, yet when his sea green eye molding into those of a begging puppy I found my lips forming out 'Yes' he grinned.

"Perfect, I really don't have the best of friends" He admitted, I came here for a read-a-thon not a sappy life story from this rebellious looking boy.

"Really? Who doesn't want a friend with a tattoo, piercing, criminal record?" I asked sarcastilly, I really couldn't resist. I mean has this guy looked on the mirror? He did sport the friendly look, more like I-smoke-and-could-beat-your-ass-up-in-my-sleep.

He gave a chuckle, "I have reasons" My questioning silence signaled him to explain further. His next move left me scarlet, he slipped his leather jacket off and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving me in full view of a very toned-and tan-torso. He turned and hunched over revealing a tattoo starting at the end of his shaggy hair and ending right between the shoulder blades. It was swirled, like waves of an in controllable ocean, the colors ranged. Navy, aqua, black, and blood red. I gently reached out and brushed the extraordinary art. He tensed when I made contact, but let my freely explore his back.

"It's for my father, he was lost at sea. Whenever I'm close to water, I feel like I am with him. As cliche as that sounds. My uncles Zeke(Zeus) and Harley(Hades) have their children Thalia and Nico here also. We are bad people, Thalia smokes, Nico cuts. Bianca and Jason are also their kids but goodie two shoes. Once I got the tattoo all my family shuned me, that urged me just to show them that I was different, something not to mess with. I never ment to be sent here, it's just trouble follows me. My younger brother Tyson, only 11, sees me as his superman. I don't want him to end up here, be threatened." his words stabbed my heart, he actually cared. He turned this way to define his family and mourn the loss of his father, yet at the same time he regrets it just because his younger brother, who most likely meant the world to him, does his every move. At first glance I judged him as another not caring bastard, one who will cheat, hurt, and hate you. The silence soon became awkward, my hands froze. In the heart of the largest wave was two simple words: Familia primum.

"Family first" He read my thoughts. It made sense why he had asked what was wrong with me. This was more of place to give away messed up children then a normal boarding school. I had run away for a reason too. I couldn't handle more of Helen's beating, my Father's neglect. I was tired of waking up, hiding the scars and bruises, being bullied at school, came home to a new hour of slaps and crying myself to sleep. My father ignored my pleas, even my 7 year old step-brothers managed it! So I packed up and took 4 months to actually find me, or they only did to charade they cared about me. I came home to only to get a quick hello, then be sent away half way across the US. It was unfair. I subconsciously teared up, I hated crying in front of others it showed a weakness and my mother had said 'Be a strong fighter' I chose to stuck to that, but whenever I rethought of my crap-hole of life tears came-wanted or not. Percy shifted around to see my face, his thumb softly brushing away my tears. Where his fingers touched branches of warmth spread out, my heart fluttering. What was happening to me? I will not falling in love! That was another weakness besides love was cheesy and distasteful, a waste of time. It distracted from school, and any other work. If my mother saw whom I was liking she would have frowned, she always wanted me to go for Man who pit work first. Not this punk criminal.

"Tell me," Percy breathed, his chest still bare. His perplexed question brought me away from my self rant. Tell him what? Why I was here? What I was thinking? My thoughts on his tattoo? How hot and sexy I thought he was? NO! Stop thinking like that. Sure he was kinda handsome, with his angular jaw with the slightest hint of stubble. Round sea green eyes, shaggy fluffy hair, chiseled nose, humorous personality, caring, okay now I'm just insane.

"What?" It was a safe answer, I didn't want to blurt out my list of his sexy features, back story, or my secretive thoughts. This way he should really ask his question, not a puzzle.

His eyes never left mine,"Why you were here?" His voice was husky, making my heart melt and hormones run wild. Every nerve yelled 'KISS!', but thankfully that small voice in my head said 'no'. So either let this boy I hardly know hear my sob story or stay silent. Number two sounded awesome. Percy's hand wandered to my knee, I had chose the wrong day to wear jeans, I could already feel those warm hands slide up and-Whoa! What is wrong with me?! These damn girly hormones, making anybody creepy. He simply sat and waited.

"Okay, I'm not gonna pry. But I want you to know you can trust me. No matter how dumb or jerky I can be." He gave my knee a pat and ducked down to retrieve his crumpled shirt, then he strode out of the room. My eyes never leaving his back.

"Oh and Chase? I totally saw you checking out my muscles!" He popped back into the doorway flexing and posing. I picked up a velvety throw pillow and sent it barreling towards him. He ducked and smirked, "feisty!" He complained before skipping off. I sighed settling into the couch, this was gonna be a long year. My brain ran crazy, thinking of everything. Yet one thing burned the brightest over powering everything else.

I was utterly in love with Percy Jackson. And strangely I was okay with it