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So sorry for the late update guys! I lost the book I had written this story in plus I had exams. Today is the first official start of summer day for me though! Also thanks to all those who reviewed, favourite and alerted this story! You guys are the best!

"Where are we going anyway?" Annabeth asked raising a questioning eyebrow.

"It's a surprise sweetheart."

"Don't call me sweetheart." A look of icy displeasure was plastered on Annabeth's face. You could swear you were in the arctic with the coldness that was radiating off of Annabeth's rigid form.

Ten minutes later, Brad and Annabeth arrived at their destination which turned out to be a large football (AN: soccer for Americans) field. The field had a magnificent carpet of lush emerald green grass that had the air of spectacular maintenance. The two goal posts stood on either side of the field, tall and proud.

"So we're going to play football?" Annabeth asked sceptically.

"Correct. Plus I thought we could make a…little bet," Brad said in a haughty voice that made people think of those spoiled brats who get everything that they want.

"What kind of bet?" Annabeth asked suspiciously.

"Just a friendly little wager," Brad said the haughty tone more prominent in his voice now as if he thought that he was absolutely sure he was going to win.

"So then what are we betting?" Annabeth questioned.

"Well if, sorry, when I win you have to kiss me," He said in his annoyingly obnoxious voice.

"And if I win?"

"Well, what do you want?"

"To drive your car," Annabeth said simply but you could see the glint of smug satisfaction shinning in her grey eyes.

"No! No way in hell!" Brad looked as if she had said she wanted to kick him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Well if you're so sure you will win then why not?" Annabeth asked mockingly.

"Fine," Brad muttered defeated.

"I'll go first and you can goalie."

Annabeth started lining up the black and white checked balls in on the field at about twenty feet from the goal posts. She kicked each ball with near perfect aim. Each ball soared through the air so fast that they just passed by as a black and white blur. After each ball was kicked there was a lovely breeze as they travelled through the air. Brad only caught two out of the ten balls kicked and the two that he caught were purely accidently for they had hit him on various parts of the body.

"That was a…ok job. Now let me show you how a real pro does it," Brad said confidently as he strolled at a leisurely pace to the spot where Annabeth was once standing.

He messily lined the footballs up in front of the goal post but only fifteen feet from instead of the twenty feet that Annabeth had accomplished. He kicked each ball with as much might as he could muster, but as compared to Annabeth's skilled kicks his looked merely mediocre. He scored a total of three out of the ten shots that he kicked. He seemed to have just reached the conclusion that he lost because his face morphed from one of arrogance to that of pure surprise. As we all know the skill of a mere mortal cannot compare to that of highly trained demigod. Brad's countenance turned red with rage. He was absolutely livid but you could also see the shock and disbelief shinning in his eyes.

Annabeth, in contrast, was almost jumping with joy, literally. She wouldn't have to kiss that egotistical jerk! Plus she gets to drive his brand new sports car!

"Come on, let's go," Annabeth said while simultaneously sticking out her hands for Brad's car keys.

"Ugh! Fine! Here!" Brad muttered, reaching for the keys in his pocket.

"Excellent. Now let's go," Annabeth said cheerfully.

As they walked back to the car you could hear Brad grumbling obscenities under his breath. The drive back to Annabeth's house was an absolute horror for Brad because Annabeth was purposely driving as recklessly as a drunk driver who was also high. He was almost positive that Annabeth was going to crash his expensive, brand new sports car.