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Chapter 4 - Percy

I watch her retreating figure with wide eyes. I didn't mean to make her so upset, but I guess if you tell a person that they are sleeping around for their grades, the reaction is pretty normal. I already wish I could take everything I said back, but I quickly lose sight of Annabeth as she rushes around a corner.

I turn and look around at my gaping classmates before clearing my throat and saying, "Can I help you?" They grumble and disperse, going to their next classes and meeting up with friends. No doubt they think I have completely lost it. I would think the same, if I saw someone completely go crazy like I did.

I open my locker and get my books out, shoving them into my backpack harshly. That stupid piece of paper. If I hadn't seen it, I wouldn't be in this dilemma. I slam my locker shut and lean my head against the door. I know what I need to do. My mom taught me better than what I just was.

Shuffling to my history class, I try to come up with an apology for Annabeth, though I'm not sure when I will see her again. I mumble it under my breath, rehearsing it over and over again like an actor memorizes his lines.

When I get the class, all of the seats are full except for two that are right next to each other towards the middle. This is what I get for being so late. Not that the bell has rung yet.

I slump into my seat, getting my supplies out and spreading them on my desk. The bell rings and right as it does, the door bursts open, and a familiar figure with all leather struts in. Wait? Is she even in this class? She swaggers over to the desk in the front of the room. "Ms. Chase. Would you like to explain why you are tardy?" asks Mr. Tantalus.

She smiles sweetly and says, "Sorry, I had a situation I had to take care of. It'll never happen again Mr. T."

He grumbles and gestures for her to sit down. When she turns and scans the room, seeing the only available desk right next to a very pale and wide-eyed me, the angelic smile turns into a scowl. She doesn't move forward and eventually Mr. T speaks up.

"Is there a problem, Ms. Chase?"

Her lips turn into a red line and she answers, "Of course not." Her boots click on the floor, killing the silence and she plops down in the desk to my left. She doesn't look at me at all as she sits down. I blatantly stare at her, trying to get her attention to apologize before a thought occurs to me. I take a slip of notebook paper out of my binder and scribble:

I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said those awful things to you. You didn't deserve them, especially from me. Can we talk after class?

I fold it in half and then fold it again, praying that Mr. T doesn't notice me passing it to her. I leave it on the edge of her desk and she slaps my hand away subtly. Opening the note aggressively, she reads it in about 5 seconds before slamming it down and taking a pen out. I watch her anxiously as she writes something back.

The note lands on my book, and I immediately open it.

Well, Jackson. First of all, you are absolutely right. The fucked up words that came out of your mouth shouldn't have. I get enough crap, and I definitely don't need anymore from the likes of you. Second, you're an ass-hat. Third, why in the fuck would I ever want to talk to you again? Fourth, you're a little bitch. Fifth, fuck off.

I gape and look over at her. Jeez. She has a lot of pent up anger.

"Mr. Jackson!" I hear Mr. Tantalus before I see him.

I quickly try to hide the note, but he snatches it from my hands, a hint of a smile on his face. Annabeth groans and buries her face in her hands.

"Love letters, Jackson?"

With a smug grin, he unfolds the note and starts to read it. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said those awful things to you…" his voice becomes background noise as my mortification takes over.

I hear him stop and look up to see him blushing and Annabeth smirking. "What's wrong Mr. T? Cat got your tongue?" she asks. Part of me wants to shake her hand (And plant a kiss on her cheek), the other part wants to slap her.

"I'm sorry Mr. Tantalus. I wasn't trying to disrupt the class and-" I begin, but she cuts me off.

"Stop groveling Jackson, it's embarassing. I'm not the one who disrupted class, that was you, Mr. T."

"No, actually I started it so I should get detention and she shouldn't," I say as she talks.

"Enough! Detention for both of you!" he shouts.

Our jaws both drop. Well, shit.

A/N: New chapter! My friend (Brianna) and I were rolling around laughing while writing this. It was a fun chapter to write. As you can tell, we don't really do angst. Well, maybe we do, it just hasn't presented itself. Anyway, thanks for reading! Take a look at my other fics if you want some new material to read. Thank you guys so much for the support and Brianna and I fangirl over all of your sweet reviews!