"So what's your name?" Jason seemed genuinely curious, as he directed the pair through the complex corridors.

"Annabeth." She said, almost hesitantly.

"What? No last name? I pride myself in knowing all student fuck ups that attend this school." Was it possible to be proud of that? She wondered.

"Annabeth Chase." She corrected, rolling her eyes at Jason. "Why do you wanna know?"

"Well a pretty new girl like yourself needs a friend, and I figured what better friend than yours truly?"

"A less annoying one?" Jason threw her an amused smile and shook his head.

"Trust me Annabeth Chase; I am the least annoying human being you will find in this place."

Annabeth laughed bitterly, "Then I guess by the end of the year I won't need to attend a reform school; they'll send me straight to a psychiatric facility." They both laughed at that before entering a comfortable silence, and she found herself rather enjoying Jason's endearing personality. They'd almost reached her class before Jason turned to her, "So what did you do to get in here?"

Annabeth stopped walking, and watched Jason suspiciously. "Why do you ask?" Jason shrugged.

"You just talk really smart, like really smart compared to most of the people you'll meet here. So you kind of stick out right? Like, if you're smart how did you get into dumb enough situations to wind up here?"

The stab of sadness that struck her heart was surprising and painful, a welcome change from her normal indifference. "I guess…" She trailed of and continued walking. It wasn't until she was outside the door, that she turned to Jason and fixed him with a cold stare.

"I guess you shouldn't always judge a book by its cover. Thanks for showing me around, Jason. See you around." She mentally face palmed; she just did it again, put up those walls to block him out. She wanted to open up to him, honestly she did but he was right; she wasn't stupid. She wasn't going to put herself in a situation where she could get hurt. She gave him one last cold look before she turned to enter the classroom. Inside, Annabeth found herself facing dozens of curious stares which she found were quite unnerving. She took a deep breath and counted to three, setting her shoulders back and heading toward what she assumed was the teacher's desk.

Mrs. Jaue

"Annabeth Chase." Annabeth said, almost rudely as she threw down her new student ID card. While Mrs. Jaue picked up the card and began pulling up Annabeth's records, Annabeth took the time to analyze the teacher, which had become a bad habit she'd adopted every time she met someone new. The teacher looked nice enough; young, with pretty strawberry blonde hair and a thin face. She was definitely a recent graduate, and couldn't have been older than 26. Mrs. Jaue returned Annabeth's card with a worksheet recapping on Pythagoreans Theory math equations. Shouldn't they be working on actual 12th grade math problems, Annabeth wondered as she took a seat beside a small frail girl with long caramel colored hair. The girl was still struggling on the first question, and if Annabeth was in a good mood she probably would've helped the poor girl out.

But Annabeth wasn't feeling quite that generous, so instead she just set to work on her own worksheet. It was double sided, but she'd finished it in twenty five minutes (to which Annabeth was still disappointed but she was out of practice). Math had always made sense to Annabeth, because it was the only thing in the whole world that just was. Nothing else was as steady and permanent as Math; History facts always seemed to change, based off who was telling the story. And the rules of Language Arts always changed and shifted because language kept developing. But math, after being discovered never changed. She admired that in a way, appreciating that at least one thing in the world wouldn't change, and it could just be. By the time class had ended, almost 40 minutes later, Annabeth was bored out her mind, so grateful that the bell finally rung as she handed in her worksheet and ducked out of class. She glanced at her schedule.

Where the hell was room 287?


By the time lunch had rolled around, Annabeth was so ready for a smoke; her nerves were going insane and her nicotine levels were so dangerously low she knew, without a doubt, that if she didn't have a cigarette soon she was going to vomit. She had already spent her lunch money on her last-resort city bus ride to school that morning so she didn't bother entering the cafeteria, and instead found herself roaming the hallways for somewhere she'd be able to seclude herself for her much needed break. Within minutes, Annabeth found herself cramming into an old Janitors closet.

Only, the closet wasn't crammed. Annabeth reached up to pull on a string, which switched on a light, illuminating the room and revealing another door. The letters that indicated where the door lead had long since been removed, but curiosity gripped Annabeth, guiding her through the door and up two flights of stairs. Finally, just when Annabeth had thought it was pointless and these stairs really never ended, she came to a door. Without hesitation, Annabeth turned the handle and pulled hard, to open the wedged door only to find herself on the rooftop of Goode. Clouds hung low again today, the sky gently drizzling as the world seemed to be painted in shades of grey. A small smile pulled at Annabeth's lips while she began to busy herself looking through the bag that hung at her hips for her pack of cigarettes. Where the hell were they? She became frustrated as she hastily tore through her bag almost desperately before she suddenly remembered that she'd smoked her last one at the transit bus stop that morning.

"Fucking great. Perfect." She kicked her foot against the cement waist high wall that covered the perimeter of the rooftop as she ran a hand through her hair, a useless effort at taming the panic in her chest. She needed that smoke. A voice cleared itself behind her, and Annabeth whipped around eyes wide in surprise. She relaxed a little more when her eyes landed on a tall figure, a cigarette between his lips and another one held out towards her. Desperately, Annabeth takes the cigarette and lights it almost immediately, sighing in relief. The boy chuckled as he, himself, light up his own smoke. They stood there in silence for a while, both enjoying their nicotine induced high as Annabeth found herself studying him.

There was something familiar about him, his unruly black hair, and broken green eyes. He seemed to top off at 6'1" but the way he was slouched, as if his back had given out under the weight of the world, he could've easily been several inches taller. His face was angular, with defined cheek bones and deep black circles the made his eyes pop. His pale skin made it obvious he didn't get much sun, but Annabeth didn't doubt that considering the weather she'd witnessed the past three days. He wore a dark blue sweater, the hood pulled over his head, and his black jeans hung snug against his hips, falling loose down his legs, and with the rain, his white t-shirt clung to his skin. His abdominals were firm, and Annabeth could count the abs beneath. Six well defined, and two more slightly formed and not to mention his lips ring that he kept subconsciously pulling at, Annabeth nearly shuddered.

She found herself slightly embarrassed to be eyeing up the stranger so blatantly, but he was gorgeous.

But to be fair, Percy was watching her right back.

He remembered her, easily. Back then she had long blonde hair and she always wore small dresses and sat in on his classes (or the only ones he showed up to). Most of the time he only showed up just to see her. Not that he liked her, because she was so young back then but she was cute and he found it was slightly funny when she would blush every time she passed him. But now, three years later, she didn't even recognize him. He knew it was her the minute he saw her that morning, walking with Jason Grace in the abandoned hallways, and he had to admit; whatever had happened to her, she had become the most striking human being he had ever seen. Her short, curly hair looked soft and appealing but messy and revealed her long slender neck. He felt the animalistic desire to leave his marks all across her pale skin, from her neck to some slightly less appropriate places and he had to swallow the large lump in his throat to get control of himself.

He had decided to go have a smoke on his rooftop, (not that it was his but he seemed to be the only one who even knew it existed) just to cool off but to his surprise he'd found Annabeth there aswell. She wore a short, black skirt and a pair of black heels that made her long pale legs just that much longer and paler. Her leather jacket hung loose on her small frame and he was sure it wasn't keeping her nearly warm enough.

He could warm her up. But no, he shook his head, disposing of the thought. Now wasn't the time nor place. He watched her silently, placing his cigarette between his lips as he watched her hastily tear through her bag.

"Fucking great. Perfect." He smirked as he pulled out a second cigarette, thinking that maybe he could count this as his small kind deed of the day. She kicked her foot against the wall in frustration, and he couldn't help but think that she just seemed adorable pissed off.

He cleared his throat, holding out the solitary smoke towards his rooftop companion. Annabeth turned around, the surprise evident on her face before she relaxed and grabbed the smoke out of his hand. Percy had to try not to laugh as she breathed a sigh of relief, letting the smoke exit her lungs. He followed suit of lighting his cigarette, as he couldn't help but admire the young girls face; her once young and slightly-chubby face had long since lost its roundness apparent by her hollow cheeks and red, plump lips. He honestly couldn't help when his mind strayed to how that tongue piercing might feel.

By the time he finally spoke, Annabeth had almost finished her cigarette.

"Bad day?"

"Fucking nightmare." The boy laughed as he dropped his cigarette, crushing it beneath his foot. "But better now." The boy raised his eyebrow in questioning, breathing out the remaining smoke.

"Oh ya? How so?"

Annabeth shrugged, "I like the weather and it's pretty up here." A couple of seconds passed, "And I really needed that smoke."

"It looked like it," he said, "By how desperately you were searching through your bag."

He smiled at her, almost gently but it seemed more than that. This boy knew her, in some way but she couldn't, for the life of her, remember. She brushed it off as maybe she was just misreading him as she pulled herself up to sit on the edge of the wall, facing the tall boy. A look passed by his eyes, almost glazing for a minute as he moved closer to her, placing both his hands on either side of her against the wall.

"So what brings you back to New York city?" He asks, the previous kindness gone, replaced by cruel mischief. She couldn't lie, that look in his eyes was really hot. Annabeth shrugged, (she tended to do that a lot), as she looked over across her shoulder at the busling streets.

"Would you believe me if I said I missed it?"

"Not a fucking chance." He laughed, as his teeth pulled against his lip ring. As a natural reaction, Annabeth found herself biting her own lip, which caused the boy to smirk. Annabeth flushed with embarrassment, but for some reason his smirk only grew. "Tell me the real reason."

Annabeth waited for her walls to be thrown up, but for some reason, they didn't. Instead she found herself hoping off the ledge so that she was pinned between the tall man and the wall, her back arching while she pressed her body against his; she wasn't sure what game they were playing but she was sure as hell she would win. It was her turn to smirk as she felt him pull in a shaky breathe, and she laughed lightly, walking her slender fingers up his arm until her hand cupped the back of his neck. She pulled his face closer to her own, so close his lip ring touched her lips as well. She spoke, so gently she was sure he wouldn't have heard if she hadn't been so close.

"Now if it was any of your business, you'd be the first to know." She quickly ducked under his arm and threw a wink over her shoulder, "Thanks for the smoke."

And with that she left him on the roof, catching the name embroidered on the bottom back of his sweater; Jackson.

Holy Shit.


And, damn, he thought, the things he'd like to do to a girl like Annabeth Chase. He shook his head and laughed, girls with mouths like that were by far the most fun to play with.


Hello. I know this is the shittiest one I've done so far (I'm out of practice) but idk I really thought that would be a cute/intriguing way for them to meet. Also, I have a proposition for anyone who'd like to be my new PJO internet friend? None of my real friends ever read PJO but I really wanna make a friend to talk all that stuff with, and tag in instagram posts and stuff like that and just in general ya. Tbh just PM me because I need some demigod friends honestly.