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As Leila and I pulled off our shirts to change into our gym clothes, I smiled to myself. Just as I'd expected, Leila had forgotten her T-shirt, and in about three seconds she'd ask me if I brought it for her. Three . . . two . . .

"Any chance you brought that top" – one second too early. I was losing my touch. Laughing, I grabbed her gym shirt out of my bag and threw it at her; it landed on her head. "Thanks," came her muffled voice as she pulled the shirt on.

"No problem; I figured you'd forget your T-shirt." I stepped into my tank top in order to pull it on without removing my shirt. We try to change as discreetly as possible in the changing room; our scars might attract attention.

"Well . . ." I could tell from the tone of her voice that she was scowling. "Yeah, I did," she had to admit. "That doesn't mean you'd have to assume that I'd forget."

I laughed. Typical Leila. "All right, all right." I smirked. "I'll let your forget all by yourself next time, Leila."

"Nah," she said, seeming to reconsider. "I'd rather have clean clothes after gym."

I smirked, shutting my locker. I loved this banter, especially now that it was actually friendly rather than cutting. "Of course you would." I checked my wrist for my hair tie and found that it had disappeared – they'd been doing that a lot lately. "You can redeem yourself by loaning me a hair tie, though."

"Sure." Leila handed me a hair tie, and I pulled my hair into a ponytail at the nape of my neck.

"Ready?" I asked, as Leila swung her own hair up into a high ponytail.

"Let's go." Her locker slammed shut.

As we left the locker room, I caught sight of a flash of color behind us. The same two mortals who'd been flirting with Percy at lunch, this time joined by a third girl who I vaguely recognized, were walking out behind us.

" – soccer today," I heard the coach say, just as we reached the field. Soccer wasn't our best sport, but with all our training, we were pretty much guaranteed to be better than all of the other mortals out here.

"They better not be assigned teams." Nico voiced what I'm pretty sure we were all thinking. Sure, it's just a game, but team sports help us practice our coordination and ability to work together, which is always really helpful in battle. We always tried to be on the same team for sports.

We sat down on the bleachers just as the coach ordered us to make our own teams of four. We all looked at each other. Perfect.

"That answers that question," I said unnecessarily, smiling at the others as we headed down onto the field from the bleachers.

"Yeah, looks like we've got our team all set," said Leila, but just as the words left her lips, my eyes were diverted.

"Uh oh," said Nico grimly. He had obviously seen the same thing I had.

The mortal girl. Flirting with Percy. Again.

My jaw tightened. "What nerve," I started to say, but after the first word, my throat locked up so tightly I couldn't get anything else out as she laid her hand on his arm.

I was pretty sure I could guess what she was asking – and Percy's answer, by the way her face fell as he turned and loped back over to us. I took his hand right away, trying to send her the sign that he was mine.

"What did she want?" Leila phrased it as more of a statement than a question. She was obviously just as certain as I was.

"She wanted me to be on her team for soccer." Yep. We were right.

Because of the whole "know thy enemy" concept, Leila and I had always understood each other very well. And once we became friends, our silent communication became almost flawless. So I shot her a look, letting her know that these girls were pushing my limits, and she rolled her eyes back, telling me that she felt the same way.

"Okay," Nico interrupted our silent conversation. "What are our positions?"

Eventually, it was decided that Percy and Leila would play forwards, Nico on defense, and that I would be goalie. I was a little disappointed, knowing that I would be mostly out of the action – with us playing, no ball would even get close to the goal area – but they promised me that next time I could have a more active position.

We won every game. It was easy. Our strength, skill, and coordination easily trounced every other team. I almost never got to touch the ball, which was disappointing – however, I did enjoy wiping the smug look off of the snobby mortal's face when her goal attempt landed in my hands as though magnetized.

"That was fun," said Nico offhandedly as we sat down. I kind of agreed. The playing itself wasn't as much fun as the shocked looks on everyone's faces when we finished.

"I guess so," conceded Leila, but she looked uncertain. As though she was searching for a word. "I just wanted . . . I don't know."

"A bit more of a challenge?" I suggested. Understatement of the century.

"Yes, I definitely wanted more of a challenge." She seemed to agree.

"I think we can assume that this year will be pretty easy," remarked Percy, leaning his head back until it almost touched Leila's knees, right behind him.

Then, the snobby-evil-mortal-group made a beeline for us. I slid a little closer to Percy, twining my fingers with his. Stay away, I tried to warn them with my eyes. It didn't work. (What a surprise)

Cara, the seeming-leader, sat down right next to Percy. And I mean, right next to him. I gritted my teeth and squeezed Percy's hand tighter.

Sophie, the other one who'd been there at the lunch table, started talking. "OMG!" she gasped. (My mouth dropped open. I thought only people in bad movies or text messages said OMG) "You were all so good!"

While I appreciated the compliment, I could have done without the company. And Cara, the one with the whiny voice, just had to talk and make me want to strangle her. (Even more than I already did, I mean) "Yeah, that was fun." Her fake smile was directed right at Percy.

"Thanks," said Percy, looking as though he was trying to shrink into himself. He moved a little closer to me.

I forced the overly-sunny smile back onto my face. "Yeah, thanks!" I said in a voice dripping with sickly-sweetness. I looked pointedly at Leila, but this communication could be read by anyone with eyes. Get her away from him.

She gave me a tiny nod. I've got this. I could tell that she was almost as irritated with these girls than I was – and we'd barely known them for an hour.

Her knees flexed a little bit behind Percy's head, but he wasn't leaning against them anymore, and appeared completely oblivious. She swung her feet just a bit to the side, stretched out one leg – I watched out of the corner of my eye – perfect.

"Where did you learn to play like that?" In attempting to flirt with Percy, the mortal's movement backfired, placing her right in the center of Leila's reach. I watched with a grim smile as Leila planted her foot right in the small of Cara's back – ironically, almost where Percy's Achilles spot was.

In one smooth movement, Leila had slid from her own seat into the one right next to Percy. I met her eyes behind Percy's back, and gave her a discreet high-five. Nico, apparently feeling left out in the back row, moved down to sit next to me.

"Cara!" Her friends were being far too dramatic – she'd been on the lowest bleacher! A fall of two feet, if that.

"You kicked me!" shrieked the mortal, probably attempting to glare at Leila but just looking even more ridiculous than she already did. I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe I did." Leila mimicked her shrill voice, and I smirked a little. Luckily, they weren't looking at me – I didn't want to make outright enemies with them just yet, especially since Leila already had.

"That's okay," said the mortal, her voice even faker than before. "Now if I could just have my seat back" –

I stared. Had she somehow not registered that the whole point of Leila kicking her was to get her off of that seat? She must have been even dumber than she looked.

"Sorry," said Leila, her voice equally fake, "but no." She said the last two words with relish.

"Give me my seat back!" screeched the mortal. Her voice grated on every nerve I had.

"I said no," began Leila, and then took it one step farther, "you ignorant" –

I winced. That might have been slightly overkill; it was a good thing the coach showed up before she could go any further. "Is there a problem here?" He looked bored, as though he couldn't believe his misfortune to have to deal with high-schoolers. Maybe if that professional basketball deal had just worked out –

That was what I imagined he was thinking anyway, and barely stopped myself from snickering.

"Sir," whined the mortal, "she kicked me off the bench and took my seat!"

I thought that the whole tattletale thing ends with elementary school. Have I really been out of public school for so long? Unless she just has a rich daddy and threatens everyone with him or something.

"Leila," sighed the coach, "is this true?"

Leila's eyes widened in mock surprise. I grinned. "I have no idea what she's talking about, sir!" Her voice was so innocent that I almost believed it. Leila is the expert at lying to teachers.

The mortal swelled like a blowfish. "She's lying! She kicked me!"

The coach obviously didn't want to deal with this. "Stop fooling around," he said. "We're almost done with gym, so no fighting. Separate yourselves if you have to." He walked away like this was the most painful thing that had ever happened to him, and I'm pretty sure I heard something about law school. So maybe he hadn't actually wanted to play professional basketball.

"Anyways, where did you learn to play soccer?" asked Sophie eagerly. She was like a little kid who'd been offered a treat – she must have been one of the people who was on the school team.

"We learned at our summer camp," I decided to say. It was the safest answer – part of the truth, so we didn't have to worry about slip-ups, but not the whole truth. And playing soccer is something people at a normal summer camp would do, right?

"Really?" Cara snorted. She looked at me in particular, as though she thought that I was just a stupid girly-girl who cared only about hair and makeup and would never go outside. Probably because she hadn't actually seen me play. I clenched my teeth – I was going to kill them for making me play goalie!

But I just answered, trying to keep my voice as cordial as possible. "Yeah. It's where we met each other – at least," I amended, "it's where Nico and I met Percy and Leila."

"You knew each other before you went to camp?" asked Sophie, looking completely clueless.

That's almost worse than Clarisse was when they first arrived at Camp Half-Blood. Why does it always seem that I'm the only one who can tell that they're siblings?

"Oh, that's cool," said Cara, obviously not getting it.

As the coach announced that we were finished, we all stood up and walked back to the locker rooms together. Leila and I changed quickly and wordlessly, still plagued by irritation, and met the boys back outside, where we checked our schedules.

"Man, I am so done with these girls," groaned Nico. You're not alone, I wanted to say.

"At least you're not the one they're trying to seduce with their evil ways!"

"Shut up, Leila." Did she really think, seeing my face, that right now would be a good time to make a joke? I grabbed Percy's hand again.

"Oh, I was kidding," she said. "They'll get the message and leave us alone eventually." After a slight pause, she added, "Just like everyone else."

"They better."

Percy brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it lightly. Obviously, talking about the girls who were madly in love with him was making him uncomfortable. "What classes do we have next?"

"I've got art class." Nico slid his schedule back into his book bag and rolled his eyes.

"And I've got Greek." Leila had mentioned earlier that it was pretty inaccurate – hopefully it wouldn't be too bad.

"Good luck with that," she laughed. Apparently it was bad. "I have English," – all of our least favorite class; somehow, the teachers never had the courtesy to provide books written in Ancient Greek – "and Percy" – she pulled his schedule out of her purse – "you have history."

"Hold up." Nico held one of his hands up in a "stop" gesture. "You have Percy's schedule?"

"Look," said Leila, "if he had it, he would lose it." True that. "Annabeth would have it, but only I was allowed to take it from the office this morning since we share a last name."

"And DNA," added Nico, which wasn't really necessary.

Finally, I interrupted, eyes on my watch. "Look, we're all going to be really late for class. So can we just pick up this conversation after school?"

Without waiting for their responses, I released Percy's hand, spun on my heel, and headed off down the hall for Greek.


(A/N: Sorry about the late update! It seems I've caught that flu bug that been going around. I'll post again soon! It might not be on Sunday, but it will be soon. Heads up to my Lightning Thief fanfic-fans, my Beta, AgentCherry-Garcia—bless her—is working on editing my next chapter. She's so amazingly patient and awesome at editing. Anyway, leave AnnabethLuna some love—she deserves it!)


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