Sorry it's been so long! Finally got some time to write! Well, this is Sarah's encounter...bit unusual, I guess...

"Today, we will be learning the binomial theorem and Pascal's triangle, along with differentiation of nonlogarithmic functions, using the technique of logarithmic differentiation," the teacher, Ms. Boore (pronounced BORE) droned. Her name was quite ironic, because she was quite boring, in all honesty...

I shared an eye-roll with Annabeth, the prettiest girl in the school (though no one dared to say it, scared to offend MacKenzie). She was also the smartest. She was also one of the most athletic-a full package. Yet she denied every single boy who dared to ask her out. I think she was waiting for someone-but not a boy, if you "catch my drift."

I can't believe I'm about to say this, but...IhaveacrushonAnnabeth.

You: huh?

Okay, I'll say it slower. I. have. a crush. on. Annabeth. Chase. See, the thing is, if she denies every boy, she must be waiting for a girl, right? I'm a girl. I'm lesbian, like her. I'm smart. I'm not-so-pretty, but decent. I'm not-so-athletic, but not over/underweight. Perfect couple, right? I was going to ask her out after school, and hopefully, she'd say yes. We were really good friends already, and I was the only one she shared her secrets with. But now we were stuck in this hellhole of a school.

The teacher had already handed out the worksheets (yes, worksheets. In high school.) And, obviously, Annabeth had already completed her's, got 100%, and was reading her architecture book. She was only in high school and already had a architecture project! She won't tell me where, though. Well, better get started on this worksheet.

Ah...getting out of that Tartarus is like, well, getting out of Tartarus. Oh, no. Annabeth's got me making Greek references...aw! Okay, now it's time to ask Annabeth out. Wish me luck!

"So, Annabeth," I started, "Has any other boy asked you out lately?"

"Oh, Jack and Reymond, yeah," she replied.

"And you..."

She looked at me weird. "Turned them down, obviously."

Yes! "So you've turned down every single boy who's asked you out at this school since you moved here..."

She looked at me cautiously. "Yes...Sarah, what's gotten into you? Do you feel feverish?"

"Ha-ha! No...absolutely fine!" Jeez Sarah, don't back out now!

"So I was wondering..." I started.

"Yes?"

"Ifmaybeyou'dliketogooutwithmesometime," I blurted out, too quickly for anyone to understand.

"What?"

"Nothing! Nothing! Just pretend the past 3 minutes didn't happen at all." Oh, damn you, Sarah.

Her eyes softened and I knew she had understood. Damn her extremely good senses, too. "Sarah...you didn't tell me you were..." she searched for the right word.

"Lesbian?" I offered timidly. "Let's talk about this somewhere private." We went to the parking lot, where nearly everyone was cleared out.

"You didn't tell me you were lesbian. I mean, I knew you never really had any interest in boys, but I just thought you were concentrated on school."

"I didn't know whether you were, too. And then you started shutting down every guy who asked you out, and I just thought you were waiting for a girl to ask you. I mean, Jacob asked you out-the hottest guy in school-and you said no. I thought I could, and...well, maybe I'm not the girl you were waiting for."

"Well, I guess it would've been easier for both of us if you'd just told me. Maybe not as soon as we met, but, we've become really good friends and I would've liked to know about your...interests. And two, I don't really look for 'hotness' in a potential...partner."

I interrupted her. "Truth be told, I actually had a teeny crush on you when you first moved here. I mean, you're really pretty-" she rolled her eyes at that "-but I waited to see what you were like. Your personality, I mean. And you're smart, witty, funny, athletic, gorgeous-what more could a guy or girl ask?"

"So you thought just because I turned down the guys, I was looking for a girl?"

"You weren't?" Maybe she wanted to wait to date? Yes, pathetic, I know. I was still hanging on to that shred of hope.

"Actually-" a car honking interrupted her. I was annoyed at first but the person inside got out. He was tall, with raven-black, messy, soft hair and blue eyes. He made a lesbian's (me) knees get shaky. He made me question my gayness, man! (K, I'll cut out the 80's talk) He came closer and I noticed that his eyes were actually a gorgeous mix of sea green and teal, with flecks of gold-I wonder why blond hair and blue eyes is the ideal image of a "hot boy." I wondered why he walked to us. Then my question was answered when Annabeth whispered, "Seaweed Brain," and kissed him.

Like, really kissed him.

Like, really kissed him. A lot. Just when I was about to clear my throat, she pulled back and introduced us to each other. "Percy, this is my...friend-" ouch! That was a low blow "-Sarah. Sarah this is my...boyfriend...Percy." She looked down.

He grinned gorgeously, "Nice to meet you Sarah." Seriously? Not even a 'so you're the Sarah Annabeth's mentioned so much'? I forced a smile and shook his extended hand.

"You too," my voice was hoarse, but he took it well, like he experienced that all the time. Why wouldn't he? He's hot, so I bet girls lose their voices because of him all the time. But his appearance was not what made my voice go rough. Of course, he wouldn't know that, would he?

"Percy, can we have a moment?" Annabeth asked.

"Sure, thing. I'll be in the car," he kissed her cheeks and I could see the love in his eyes, which made mine tear up a bit.

"I tried to tell you before he came, Sarah. I'm really sorry, I truly am. I'm...straight. And I love Percy with all of my heart. It may look like a high school fling to some people, but...with him? I know it's forever. I know he would gladly die for me, and the only thing he would be upset about if he did so was not being able to be with me anymore. He's the reason I'm alive right now, the reason I'm not screaming my head off at nights, the reason I got over my...childhood crush, I could say. He's the reason for my being, and he's my entire world." Her eyes were teared up, too. She let out a short laugh. "Sorry, I, uh, got a bit carried away there. But I hope you find your Percy, Sarah. I really do." And I could see in her eyes that she meant it. "See you Monday!" she ran off to the car, where she kissed Percy again.

They drove away, leaving me to break down in the parking lot. I should've known! She obviously had a boyfriend. Just because she's not dating anyone at school doesn't mean she's not dating anyone! I was really a fool. But I couldn't be mad at her. Neither could I be mad at Percy. I could see the true, genuine, heartfelt love in their eyes, even if they were just meeting after a day.

The only person to be mad at was myself. But I couldn't sit here crying. I caught a cab home. I did my homework. I had dinner. I went to bed. And before closing my eyes to drift off to sleep, I prayed to God that I should find my Percy.

All right, since no one really PMd me about MacKenzie, I'll just tell you guys. She's a daughter of Aphrodite! Yay! But I don't think I'll go further with that story. Anyway, thanks to everyone who's still following this story! It means a lot to me! I really hope I can start posting more once Summer Break starts. Bear with me for two weeks, and you'll be getting more chapters soon!

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