Hey everyone!

OUT OF THE BLUE, but are any of you guys injured? Why? Because your author here (points at herself) has injured herself once again! I was in soccer tryouts and some girl kicked me the only place where the shin guards didn't cover. Now, I have a sprained ankle.

Well, with that out of the way, let's get on with the story! I've been really excited about writing this story. I think a lot of you like this type. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

PERCY'S POV:

Beckendorf stood next to me as we leaned against the lockers in the hallway. Nico was talking to the girl who agreed to go on a date with him on Friday. Stacie made her way over to where I stood, looping her arm through mine. She turned me around to face her. Her entire face was covered in inches of make-up. I groaned mentally. I hate it when girls where that much. It's sickening to me. I would literally be wiping at my face every second of every day.

"I heard you were messing with that Annabelle girl yesterday," Stacie says with a hint of disgust. She put her finger on my chest, her blue eyes staring me down. "You are my boyfriend. She does not need your attention."

"I was messing with her, Stacie. It didn't mean anything under than that. It was for fun," I reply.

She pursed her lips. "Well, I don't like it. She's not important enough to have my boyfriend's attention at all. I don't care whether you were messing with her or not."

"You don't own me," I retorted.

"But I am your girlfriend and you should respect me."

I chuckled, glancing behind her. "I do, but that doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do."

She raises an eyebrow. She put her hands on her hips. "I'm not telling you what to do."

"It seems like that to me," I say.

"I just don't want to lose you, baby," Stacie put her hands on my upper arms. I look at her hands and mentally rolled my eyes. "I like having my big, bad boyfriend who takes care of me."

Nico walked over to us, but saw that we were in the middle of a conversation. I glance over at him, turning my attention over to him. "Is something wrong?"

"No," he answers. He pointed at the rest of the guys. "We wanted to know if you wanted us to go ahead and go to the assembly."

"Go ahead and go. Save me seat, will ya?" I yell as they trailed down the hallway. I turned back to Stacie who was waiting impatiently. She was checking her nails while smacking her mouth. "I don't really see what the big deal is. I've done this for the last three years of high school. I have to do it in senior year," I explain.

"I just don't like it that you put your hands on her," she growls.

I laugh. "It's a joke. It doesn't mean anything."

"Whatever," Stacie mutters. "Let's just forget about it, ok? Are we still on for tonight?"

She's the one who brought it up. Not me. "Uh, the guys and I are thinking about going to the football game tonight. You want to come?" I ask as we made our way towards the gymnasium.

"Oh, I just wanted to go see a movie and go out to eat," she says.

I continued to walk. "I already made plans with the guys. I offered if you wanted to come."

"I want to spend time with you and you only," Stacie stopped in her tracks.

I turned around to face her. "Why are you always so complicated? I don't give you a hard time when you want to hang out with your group. Why do you give me a hard time?"

She shrugged. I roll my eyes and grab the handle to the doors of the gym. I open the door for her, but she just scoffs and walks past me to the cheerleaders. I just noticed that she was wearing her cheerleading uniform. I slip my hands into my jeans pockets as I walked past the bleachers, looking for my group. I caught the familar sight of a red-head, blonde, and brunette haired girls. (AN: I don't the color of Katie's hair so I made her have brunette hair) I smirk, walking over to them. The red-head, Rachel Elizabeth Dare patted Annabeth's arm. Her nose was stuck in a book like always. She glanced up from the page to look at me.

"What are you doing here?" she asks.

I shrugged. "I go to school here. What are you doing here?" I ask, smirking.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I meant, why are you here bothering us?"

"Am I seriously that annoying to you?"

Rachel and Katie scooted away from their friend, aware of our argument sniffing its way up. She glared at me before looking back at her book.

"Whatcha' readin'?" I tried to read the title, but she closed the book and put it back in her backpack and the words started to jumble up.

"None of your business," she answers.

I laugh. "Is it that hard to tell me a book title? It's just a question, Chase."

"Precisely, Jackson. Then soon you'll be asking for my number and get what you always get out of girls who you lure into your trap," Annabeth retorted.

I cross my arms above my chest. "And what is that?"

"Sleep with them."

I was about to say something back, but Beckendorf walked over to me, pulling me on the sleeve of my jacket. Annabeth's grey eyes locked with mine for a second before she glanced over at Rachel who was laughing at a sentence from the book she was reading.

"Oh and Annabeth," I call out. She looked up at me. "I don't sleep with every girl I date. I just date and dump."

For a second there, she looked like she was sorry for what she said, but didn't say anything to me. Katie shot me a small smile that said 'sorry' then looked at the textbook in her hands. Beckendorf and I walked up the stairs to sit down with our gang. Nico was laughing with Grover about one of the cheerleaders. I leaned my head against the wall while glancing over at Annabeth. She sat her with one of her knees propped up, the book lying against the leg. The teacher was speaking into the microphone about our big game tonight. The cheerleaders who included Stacie and her minions were doing flips and hand motions as the teacher talked.

They continued to talk about the game, but I had more interest of playing hang-man with Grover. I passed the sheet to him with the little dude drawn on the lined-paper. Beckendorf was texting his girlfriend, Silena who went to a different school than us. I met her once. She was nice, sweet and didn't worry about what she looked like. I mean, about certain things she did, but not the way Stacie did. Silena didn't wear tons of freaking make-up like most of the girls here do. The only girls who I think don't wear any make-up were Chase and her two friends there.

"What were you and Annabeth talking about, Perce?" Grover asks.

Beckendorf turned to look at me. "Yeah, what were you talking about?"

"I asked her a simple question and she went off on me about how one question like that can lead up to more in my book. How it leads to sleeping with a girl," I answer. The teacher continued to talk about blah, blah, blah. "She thinks I sleep with every girl I date, but that's not true. Yes, I've made mistakes, but I'm not stupid. I know not to sleep with girls. I don't need teaching from an eighteen year old."

Grover took a drink of soda from a can. "Haven't you slept with somebody before though?"

I look over at him and sigh. "Ya'll know I have. Once."

"Do you wish you haven't done it?" Grover asks. He may be a gang member, but he was sensitive when it came to this kind of stuff. He's been dating the same girl since tenth grade.

"No. I mean, life is full of adventures. I had one of many."

"You had a lot more than one," Nico adds.

I laugh, then we were shushed by a teacher that was checking the students. I licked my lips and turned my attention to the cheerleaders who were about to do a performance. The students were interested into it, but I was aggravated by the same performance they do for every assembly/pep rally. I looked around the gymnasium and saw that Annabeth was still reading her book.

Like she could feel someone's gaze on her, she turned around slowly, checking to see and met my stare. I wiggled my eyebrows like I used to do when we were younger. Annabeth was a few bleachers away from me, but I could see the smile in her facial expression. It wasn't there on the outside, but on in the inside. Annabeth let go of the stare first, looking back down at her book.

ANNABETH'S POV:

I felt like someone was watching me intensely so I slowly turned my head around to see and I saw that it was Percy, sitting a few bleacher sets away from me with his gang, but I met his stare. I could see him wiggle his eyebrows at me like he used to do when we were younger. He would do it to get my attention and I would laugh every time. The memory made me smile on the inside, but I kept my expression blank on the outside. I didn't want him to know that I missed our time together. I missed him. I missed the Percy he used to be.

I pulled away from the stare, not wanting to look at him for another minute. The book in front of me wasn't attaching to me like it did earlier because my brain was interfered with the memories of our childhood together. Percy with his messy, un-combed hair and sea green eyes that would make me weak in the knees years ago.

The same pair of green eyes that scared my best friend.

The same pair of eyes that caused me great amount of emotional pain.

Rachel put a hand on my knee, looking at me with her red hair and green eyes. "I know you miss him, but he's changed."

"I don't think he'll ever be the same ever again, Annabeth," Katie says with a sad tone in her voice.

I grab my backpack strap and pull it over my shoulder. "Yeah. It would take a miracle to get him back," I mutter while picking up my book and stepping off the bleachers. "I have to go pick up my brothers from school. I'll talk to you later."

I walked out of the gymnasium, walking through the many hallways of the school. I made it to my locker and opened it, taking the few things I needed out. I leaned my forehead against the locker next to mine while the pictures of Percy and I flooding my mind. Us on the swings, at the park, at the swimming pool, and at birthday parties for one another.

I pulled the book out of my front compartment of my backpack, turning to the front page. There was a picture of Percy and I taped on the back of the cover. His arm was around my shoulders and I held the present he got on his vacation for me in my hand while the other was around his waist. We were about nine years old and both smiling at the camera. There was a note written in his nine-year old handwriting.

"Happy Birthday, Wise Girl! :) you're finally my age! haha! anyways, momma said i had to get you something special for your birthday so i got you a book. she said you probably couldn't read it for a few years but mm, whatever :) well, i'm so happy i have you for a friend- wait, scratch that, my BEST FRIEND! i hope you have a great birthday. love you Wise Girl- Seaweed Brain."

I smiled at the message he wrote for me. I turned the book over to the cover and read the title. A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks. I closed the locker door, slipping the book back into my backpack and walking out of the school to where my car rested. I slid inside, resting my hands on the wheel. Gosh, I just wished Percy could feel the way I felt for him.

I thought the note in her book would be a good reminder about their good old days. He 'loved her' back then, but what exactly do you think he feels for her now? He has changed a lot since then and you're probably wondering, HOW?

The answer: keep on reading! You have to keep reading to find out the story about EVERYTHING. About why he changed so drastically, about what happened. So many things are going to be discovered in this story... over time.

-HunterofArtemis32

P.S. These stupid crutches are hurting the palms of my hands. Heh, I had worse.