I lied.. haha. I'm updating this today because I know some of you guys put this on your following list. And..I absolutely hate it when I do that and the person doesn't update. So I typed it up because I felt bad.

Percy's POV

Paul was taking his sweet time in his teacher's meeting.

Paul Blofis, middle school teacher here, is my step-father.

I came here afterschool for rides home. I don't go to this school, though. I don't go to the high school for it either.

I go to the public school down the road because I don't like the idea of preppy private schools. Actually, I despised those schools because they thought they were so much better.

I would have been kicked out of a private school, anyway. I don't take much crap.
Anyways, Paul works at a private school , being only sixteen, with no job, I use him for a ride home.

He usually leaves everyday at 3:15, but today they had some meeting about bullying.

Why do they have to have meetings? The bullying can't be that bad here. The kids here are probably just little babies who need their mommies every second of the day. Come to my school for a day, and you'll see some real bullying.

I was sistting in Paul's big, spinny chair. Spinny chairs get boring after a while, plus I get a sick feeling. Just letting you know..

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Uh, crap. What was I supposed to do? Paul isn't really supposed to have me in here. Stupid rules.

"Come in," I blurted out, not really thinking.

The person had trouble opening the door, but eventually got it.

"Hi," the girl said. What is she doing here? She looks my age.

Well, you never know with some middle schoolers now a days..

Would I ever date one? No, I've already had offers. I would never stoop to middle school girls..

I'd feel like a huge pedofile.

"Hi," I said back to the girl.

She had really long, blonde hair.

I digged blondes, mainly because they were too dumb to be hurt when you dump them.

Not that I've ever broken up with a ton of girls. I actually haven't dated that many blondes. Heck, my last girlfrien had flaming red hair.

She was one of the preppy girls who went to the high school. I realized real quick that I would never date a girl from that private school ever again.

"You don't look old enough to be a teacher," she said, walking in the room slowly. She finally sat her purse down on an empty desk.

"You're right. You don't look young enough to be in middle school, either." I shot back.

Her gray eyes widened up a bit. Damn, her eyes were cool looking.

"You're correct as well. So, where's Mr. Blofis?" The girl asked. I didn't even know her name.

"He's in a meeting, but he should be back soon. You can just wait here," I said, motioning to rows of empty desks she could sit in.

I wasn't giving up my spinny chair.

She just nodded, and sat down in the desk near Paul's/

At first, we just sat there in awkward silence. Eventually, I had to break the silence. I can't stand silence, because of my ADHD.

"What's your name?" I asked. She looked up, surprised.

"Annabeth Chase," she said, with a small smile. It was a pretty smile, too.

"That's a different name. I've never met an Annabeth before," I said, hoping this small talk would work.

She smiled,"That's what my mother was hoping for. What's your's?"

"Percy Jackson," I said. I used to hate my name, but now it suits me.

"I've never met a Percy before, either." She replied.

"We must be cool, then." I said with a chuckle.

She laughed back," I guess so."

Her laugh was really cute. It was light and sweet, but she looked like she could give hell, too.

Now, it was quiet again... Dammit. Sorry, going to a public school really makes a person a potty mouth.

"So, why are you here?" I asked another question.

"I'm here to get my little brother's homework and handle a personal problem," she finished with the last part a bit shaky.

"I could help if you need me to. I'm here a lot," I said, tapping on Paul's desk with a pencil.

She looked like she was deciding to tell me or not. Well fine, Miss Snooty Pants.

"Alright, well my little brother says was yelling at him because of his dyslexia." Annabeth said with an awkward face.

Paul would never do that.. He wouldn't yell at somebody with a problem like dyslexia. I should know; He helps me with my dyslexia all the time.

Didn't see that one coming, did you?

"That's impossible. He helps me with my dyslexia everyday. I doubt he'd yell at a kid about it." I said with confidence.

Her awkward smile went to a straight line when I said I had dyslexia like her brother. Like it was some kind of disease or something.

"You have it, too?" She asked.

I just nodded. I was kind of ticked that she'd accuse Paul of yelling at anyone, especially someone with dyslexia.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I sort of used to have it, but I guess I grew out of it." She said, messing with the handle on her purse, which probably cost a ton of money.

"So, you go to the high school version of here?" I asked, already knowing her answer.

"Yeah, I do. Why?" Annabeth asked,tilting her head a bit.

"Just wondering. I go to the public school down the street." I said, while pointing towards the direction of my school.

She sighed," That's why I've never seen you around before."

I chuckled and nodded, so she wouldn't get offended. I just really didn't like people from her school.

"What's it like there?" I asked, actually curious about it.

I was imagining football players in pastels with a lettermen on and their dumb cheerleader girlfriends hanging on them in short-ass skirts.

"I wouldn't really know. I tend to hang out with the nerd/wallflowers crowd." She said, shrugging her shoulders.

"Really? A girl like you hanging out with the nerds?" I asked, dumbfounded.

There was no way. She was too pretty for guys not to fall over her. I know I would if I went to that school.

"Yeah.. Are you saying I shouldn't? Don't let this hair fool you. I am-"

"That's not what I meant," I said, raising both my hands in defense.

"Oh. So, what did you mean?" She asked, repositioning her shirt. I tried to keep my eyes from looking down, but I coudln't.

Nice legs..

"I just meant that you're way too pretty to be hanging out with wallflowers," I said, turning away so she wouldn't see my small blush.

Oh, but I sure did see her's.

It was wild red, too. Like nobody had ever told her that before.

"Well, thanks." Annabeth said with a small giggle.

Right then, is when Paul decided to walk through the door.

"Sorry, I'm late, but-Who is this?" Paul asked, pointing towards Annabeth.

She stood up tall to introduce herself. "I'm Annabeth Chase, Matthew's older sister. I came to get his homework and have a word with you."

She sounded so assertive, like a mom almost. She was a bit fiesty, too. Which is always a turn on.

Don't worry. I'm not going to go after a preppy girl. All she probably does is complain about her clothes.

Althouhg, she didn't look like the type of girl that tried much. She just looked like she woke up in the morning and put clothes on.

"I see. Percy, this isn't the time or place to introduce your girlfriend." Paul said, obviously not hearing what Annabeth had said.

"What? No sir, I'm not his -girlfriend.I just met him. I'm here to discuss my little brother." She said, with a sigh.

"Yeah, Paul." I said, running my hands through my hair. God, he was so embarrasing.

"Oh well, alright. Percy, get this young lady her brother's homework. I took it to the office earlier." He said, pointing to the door.

I just nodded and headed for the office.

When I got back, Annabeth was about to leave out of Paul's room.

"Hey," I called. "Don't forget the homework."

She nodded and took the books. From the looks of it, it was kind of heavy to hold with her purse.

"Here, let me get it." I said, taking the books from her.

I'm just such a nice guy.

"Er-thanks." She said back, awkwardly.

Her car was like super shiny. I could practically see myself in it.

"Nice car," I commented.

"Thanks. My mother bought it because she doesn't like my brother and I to ride the bus. I could care less," Annabeth said, shrugging her shoulders.

If that was true, then that was awesome. A preppy girl wanting to ride the bus? Sounds cool to me.

Maybe she wasn't that bad.

Whoah, don't go there. You know better, Percy.

"Alright, I guess you're good." I said, closing her backdoor.

She was readjusting her shirt again. I couldn't help but notice her tan skin inbetween her shirt and jeans.

"That shirt bothering you?" I asked.

She looked up,"Sorta. It keeps riding up."

I hadn't noticed, but then again, I wasn't trying to. Maybe..

No judging, this girl was seriously breath taking.

She has pretty eyes. Check.

She had long hair. Check. (I like long hair.)

She had a rocking body. Check.

And, she seemed smart. Check.

I wasn't going to act on it or anything. Come on guys, she was prep.

Everyone at my school would flip. Plus, she might be exactly like Rachel.

Ugh, thinking of her pissed me off. See, that was the red-headed bitch I was with. She cheated on me. Over and over again.

So why did I think Annabeth would be any different? It's like something in my being was telling me to go for it with her. That she'd prove me wrong.

"Excuse me, Miss Chase?" Paul asked, coming from behind us.

Good thing, I think might have had to ask this girl out.

She looked around me, "Yes, Mr. Blofis?"

He finally stopped when he reached us.

"I'm glad I caught you. I would like to tutor Matthew after school tomorrow. I also think it would be appropriate if you were there. I do want to show you that I would never yell at any student," he said.

Paul was always trying to make things right.

But dang, I have to come up here tomorrow to. Plus, Annabeth would be there?

"Um," she started. Maybe she was going to decline his offer.

"Please. It's the least I could do," Paul begged.

She smiled," That would be wonderful. I'll be here," she said, shaking Paul's hand goodbye. Paul walked over to our car and started it.

Finally, we're leaving.

"See you tomorrow, I guess." Annabeth said, sitting in her driver's seat now.

"Yeah, guess so." I said back with a smile. I walked over to my car with one thought.

I'm going to be so screwed..but maybe I could have some fun with this.

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Anyways...here's the update! I will be updating my Maximum Ride fanfic tomorrow as planned. Wish me luck on my science exam tomorrow!