Chapter 2: Am I turning stupid?

I walked to English class, dreading it more than usual. You see, I have dyslexia, which mean that when I read, the words float around and jumble everything up. I don't like that. But thankfully, I can read a bit more than the usual dyslexic kid. The one thing I was looking forward to in English, was the test results from yesterday.

As I walked in to English class, the noise stopped and everyone stared at me. I sighed. Is this going to happen for the next five months? I needed to sit somewhere where no one can stare at me. I spotted two desks at the back. It was usually reserved for the delinquents, but truely this was a desperate time. I quickly made my way to the back and sat down. Slowly, the stares left and the conversations resumed. The teacher, Mr Bernstien, wasn't here yet; so I took out my copy of 'The Hobbit' and tried to read it. I was getting to the part about the Trolls when someone sat down in the seat next to me. I could tell who it was without looking.

Luke Castellan.

"Hello again, Annabeth," he said, smiling. I rolled my eyes and looked up at him.

"What do you want?" I asked harshly.

"Woah, I just want to talk," he said, pretending to be hurt. I rolled my eyes again.

"Or you just want to sweet talk me," I said, eyes back on my book. "I'm not going to talk." I heard Luke sigh beside me.

"What if I told you that I just want to get to know you?" he asked. I scoffed.

"Yeah, that's going to happen," I muttered, turning a page.

"Good afternoon, class!" Mr Bernstien's cheerful voice called as he waddled into the room. "I hope you're ready for your test results!" Everyone groaned. Well, everyone except me. Instead, I put my book down and stood up straight, waiting eagerly for my mark. Slowly, Mr Bernstien walked around the class, handing back the tests. Many people looked to be on the verge of crying. Soon, Mr Bernstien came to our desks.

"Excellent job, as always, Miss Chase," he muttered. Putting the paper on my desk. I looked a tthe score marked in red at the top. '130/130'. I smiled.

"I suggest that you see me after school, Mr Castellan," Mr Bernstien said to Luke. I saw the score and was truely shocked. '0/130'. Luke put his head in the hands.

"God, my dad's going to kill me," he moaned. Hermes Castellan, Luke's dad, was a huge basketball advict. He wanted Luke to stay on the team, but that would mean that he would have to get at least average marks. I looked at Luke with sympathy.

"Hey Luke," I said softly. "If you want, I could tutor you." He looked at me with surprise, his tear-filled eyes wide.

"Really?" he asked. I took a deep breath and nodded. Then, he pulled me into a bone-crushing hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he repeated joyously. I was gasping for a breath of air.

"You're killing the tutor," I gasped. He let go as quickly as he hugged me.

"Sorry," he apologised sheepishly. "But...I think that you could really help me stay on the team." I smiled.

"But you must promise me something," I said. He nodded. "You're going to have to ditch the game while I tutor you." He looked like he regretted nodding before. He thought about it for a moment.

"Fine," he relented. "But Jackson can't know." I laughed.

"Trust me, if he wasn't Thalia's cousin, I wouldn't be speaking with him at all," I said. We both chuckled.

"Mr Castellan, Ms Chase," Mr Bernstein's voice called from the front. "We are starting now." I think that both of us flushed and got our notebooks out, going to take notes.

English class felt like eternity. Mr Bernstien wouldn't stop going on and on about pronouns. Seriously? Pronouns? That's eighth grade material. I walked out of class with Luke.

"So when should we meet up?" he asked, leaning on Thalia's locker. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "I meant for tutoring, Annabeth. Unless you mean the other thing..." I whacked him.

"Not going to happen," I hissed, opening my locker.

"Anyways," I said, getting back to the real topic at hand. "I think that, starting tomorrow, we should meet at Starbucks after school."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" he asked. I nodded.

"I haven't taken my drivers test yet, so for now, you're going to drive," I ordered. He nodded.

"Excuse me," a voice said. "Lean away from my locker." I smiled. Good old Thalia. Thank God for her. It was seriosuly becoming awkward... I saw Luke stare at Thalia. She was glaring at him, clad in a 'Death to Barbie' shirt, cut jeans, and a pair of combat boots. Quickly, Luke moved away.

"See you later Annabeth!" he cried as he left. "Looking forward to the tutoring sessions!" As I waved back, I realized the extent of what I just that. I started slamming my head against my now closed locker.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered. Thalia grabbed me back.

"Stop it Annie, don't want to ruin that perfect brain of yours," she told me.

"Just one more period then I can go home," I repeated to myself.

"Yeah," Thalia said. "All you have is history with Mr Brunner, and then we can all go home. By the way, we have to go with Percy today." With that she rushed off. I opened my locker again and grabbed my history stuff, heading for class. I walked in and found one person waiting for me.

Perseus Jackson.

Oh, hell...

A/N

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OtakusRule: Yes this is Percabeth. But this will maybe take a while, I mean, I wouldn't want to fall in love with Percy or Luke straight away if I was in Annabeth's position. So yeah, the Percabeth may take time. If it wasn't Percabeth, my cousin would kill me :) Thanks for the review!

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