A/N: Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All rights to Senpai Riordan. I only own the lame plot XD

"Annabeth," Athena's sharp tone cut through the phone, making Annabeth wince on the other end. "Meet me in my office in precisely two minutes," she said, sternly. "Don't be late. A click rang through Annabeth's ears signifying that Athena had hung up. Angrily muttering under her breath, Annabeth stood up, pushing her swivel chair into her desk and walked out of her glass office, going up to her mother's. The whole way up she pondered over why she was being called. Perhaps their was another new client? Just the thought of it made her grit her teeth. Perseus freakin Jackson had ruined the whole excitement of having new clients for her. Grumbling, she took a deep breath to keep her from snapping at Athena and rapped her soft knuckles on the big office door.

"It's open," Athena's criticizing voice echoed out to Annabeth. Annabeth opened the door, listening to the soft creaking as it swung open wide. "Shut it after you," Athena ordered. Annabeth rolled her eyes and shut it quietly, holding the coffee Percy had brought her in the morning in her hand. Percy had promised coffee, after all. She had been surprised and oddly pleased to see him pull through with his deal. She sipped it, tapping her toe on the ground impatiently.

Athena pulled out a vanilla folder and plopped it on the end of her desk in front of Annabeth. Athena looked angry, her eyes burning, furiously. Annabeth was left to wonder what she'd done. Swiftly, Annabeth picked up the folder, grasping it between her slim fingers. She set her coffee down on the desk on top of a coaster. Both her and her mother had a pet peeve for those who did not use a coaster and left horrific ring stains on furniture. With her left hand, she flipped open the folder and was unable to disguise her surprise. Annabeth flipped through the pictures in the folder. She knew the Jackson boy was a super big deal, even for a new artist and that there were lots of people following him. It was a big deal for Stone Records, for Percy Jackson brought so much positive publicity to their business, even though their business was already one of the most famous record deal companies. But she hadn't been counting on paparazzi on her too.

"What are these?" Annabeth demanded, still flipping through them all. There were multiple pictures of her and Perseus at the coffee shop. And they way they'd taken the pictures... it made Annabeth's and his relationship look almost... intimate.

"Why don't I ask you?" Athena growled. "What are these, Annabeth?"

"It's not like that!" Annabeth declared.

"It sure looks like it is," Athena snapped. "And Annabeth, ladies do not raise their voice," she said, sternly. Annabeth opened her mouth to explain, but Athena cut her off. "Missing the meeting yesterday and having a date with a client? A big client, at that?" her words were supposed to be understanding, but her tone ruined it. Annabeth opened her mouth again, to protest, but- "Don't let it happen again," Athena instructed. "Now. He's downstairs recording. Get down their and start talking about marketing his new upcoming album as soon as he's finished." Athena glanced at her watch. "He should be finishing up about now." When Annabeth didn't move at first, due to her being stunned, Athena got angrier and was about to say something, when Annabeth picked up her coffee and walked out of there briskly, before her mother could begin lecturing her again. Like hell Annabeth was going to stand there and be chastised again.

Annabeth made her way downstairs, throwing her now empty coffee out in a nearby trash can on her way.

She walked into the recording room, just to hear the end of the editor's sentence, who was telling Percy he'd done a good job. When Annabeth entered the room, the editor left, taking the flash drive with him, leaving her and Percy alone. The editor shut the door on the way out. Percy smirked when he saw Annabeth and took of his headphones, getting out of the recording booth and into the dark room.

"Chase," he greeted her with his smirk that made girls fawn over him in seconds. He gave her a small polite nod. Annabeth did no such thing, nor smiled even for that matter.

"Jackson," she replied, stiffly. "I've come to discuss your upcoming album. We have got to start marketing." Annabeth sat down on a nice, modern black couch and crossed her ankles, daintily. Percy sat on the couch across from her, with a lazy smile on his face. Annabeth frowned.

"A'ight," he shrugged. "I'm cool with that." Annabeth's eye twitched at his demeanor, which made Percy crack a smile. Annabeth tried not to let him get under her skin and instead pulled out her laptop and set it on the table in front of her. She flipped open the screen and was shocked, her heart pounding faster immediately. Annabeth seized up in terror, shooting backwards, her dainty hand flying over her mouth, muffling her horrified, blood curdling scream. Annabeth continued to scream and Percy shot up, alarmed to look at what she was looking at.

On the keyboard was a large eight-eyed creature from the pits of hell. A spider. Percy would've laughed except Annabeth was so terrified that Percy couldn't find it in him to laugh. He hastily swept it off her keyboard and killed it. Only then did Annabeth stop screaming.

A silence swept through the room, Annabeth staring at Percy, wide-eyed and Percy staring back. Never in his life had he ever met someone so afraid of spiders. Finally, Percy broke the deafening silence, a small smile breaking out on his face, hints of dimples showing.

"It was just a spider," he stifled a laugh. "Spiders are so small," he shook his head at her, smirking smugly.

"So are grenades," she snapped. "I don't care what you say, it will kill me. Don't argue," Annabeth's face was flushed red with embarrassment. Percy snickered.

"Don't you have any fears?" Annabeth asked, clearly frustrated, eyes blazing angrily.

His eyes lingered with amusement as his dark orbs scanned her body up and down, only to bore through her with his gaze. Percy leaned closer to her. "Of course, Chase. They're just less conventional than most," he whispered huskily, lips brushing against her ear. This caused shivers to run down her spine but she didn't allow him the satisfaction of seeing her squirm at a simple gesture like that. She held in the tingle and let out a tiny puff of breath to release the tension growing inside her. Percy pulled away from her ear and smirked when she leaned in towards him slightly, her body betraying her. At his smug smirk, she scowled and forced herself to jerk back from him as if he were rotting trash. She crossed her tan arms over her chest and held her chin up high.

His smirk did not dim, so she scoffed lightly, though not necessarily unkindly. "Wipe that stupid look off your face, you look ridiculous," Annabeth muttered. At that, his smirk only grew. Without warning and with the utmost gracefulness, he reached out and pulled her flush against him in one swift motion. Her face was suddenly dusted a light pink and her hands had landed on his chest in an intimate position as an attempt to steady herself. His hands were warm and strong on her hips and held her up.

"Who looks ridiculous now?" Percy retorted, referring to her blushing face. A scowl formed on her lips, but the blush didn't disappear. Defiantly, Annabeth shoved him off her, her scowl deepening. She couldn't deny that she'd perhaps been in his arms for too long and she couldn't deny that Percy was certainly attractive with his dark black hair and sea green eyes, but it wasn't like she'd ever admit that out loud. Gag. No, never.

"Touch me again, and next time we're alone you'll see just what I can do," Annabeth snarled.

"I'm sure I'll enjoy anything we do when we're alone," Percy said cheekily, winking suggestively. Annabeth's face flushed darker in anger. She slammed her laptop screen shut, packing it back in her bag.

"Where are you going, Chase?" Percy asked, with a light laugh. "I was only kidding, calm down." Annabeth clenched her jaw, packing up her stuff. "C'mon, we still have to discuss the marketing of my new album." Annabeth shouldered her bag and glared at him. "What. You're not going to thank me for being your hero?" Percy teased.

Her eyes narrowed at him. "You are an utterly repulsive and ignorant little boy who I cannot stand to be in the same room in at the moment, for otherwise I'll be tempted to whup your arrogant ass. You're a womanizing pig and I don't wish to look at your face anymore, much less have a civilized discussion with. If you want to flirt with someone, flirt with your fellow celebrities. I'm sure they'll be happy to inform you of your attractiveness and how utterly incredible you are," Annabeth snapped, sarcastically. "But you, Jackson, are barking up the wrong tree at the moment. If you love yourself so much, why don't you marry yourself? Only then will you be satisfied you buffoon-like, oaf. We can do the marketing strategies later, when you've gained more respect for people other than yourself, you egoistical asshole. I'm leaving now. Or hopefully, if I'm gone long enough, we'll never have to see each other again," she said, sassily, as she walked out on him, slamming the door behind him.

Percy stared at the closed door as she left for Piper's Interior Design business. It was almost her lunch break anyways. She desperately needed to complain to someone about her infuriating client. A slow smirk spread across Percy's face. Oh, how he loved riling up Annabeth. Laughing quietly to himself, he left the room, going out to eat grab some lunch for himself with a few of his fellow artists. He was fully prepared to immense himself in this bickering game between him and Annabeth. Oh, this would be fun. Percy decided that he liked her and getting under her skin was fun as he threw on his sunglasses and hoodie. He called a cab and tried to avoid as many paparazzi as possible as he made his way to a restaurant downtown.

A/N: Ahh! It's short, I'm sorry! I just had a lot on my plate this weekend. I'll try to make a bigger chapter next chapter to make up for it. Sorry again!