Goode High

by booksandcoffee

When Annabeth Chase moves from San Francisco to Manhattan, she attends Goode high with her best friend, Thalia Grace. There she meets Percy Jackson Thalia's Cousin and his friends. There is an OC in there. AU, slightly OOC. Percabeth and some Thaluke. Disclaimer: I don't own PJO characters. But I do own my OCs. This is complete. Read my sequel if you enjoyed this one.

4. 365 Sparks

It's songy song time! I'm going to be using songs for my fanfiction now.

This is kind of just a bit of a filler thing. I just feel bad that I didn't update for a while. Last one for now.

Disclaimer: I would totally want to own PJO characters but the story would suck and all so Rick Riordan owns them.

I will try 365 days

365 ways to get to you

-365 Days, Victorious

'cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile

Get me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down

-Sparks Fly, Taylor Swift

Annabeth's PoV

So it's been one month. October is here. I got to know Percy really, really well. Apparently he likes swimming, surfing any water sports in general. His dad is Poseidon Jackson, owner of a cruise ship company or something.

I also had to get accustomed to having a mini heart attack every time I see him and trying not to blush when he smiles. It was getting on my nerves. Speaking of nerves, Rachel has been getting on my nerves too. I literally want to gut her like a fish and feed her to dolphins.

Then there was the thing with his eyes.

I would literally just be listening to him talk and then I would start staring at his eyes and he would notice and stop talking and freeze on the spot. I would realize what I was doing and go awkwardly say "Um, you were saying…?"

It's gotten ridiculous.

I can tell it was scaring him a little. But, seriously, how can you not look at his eyes.

Percy's PoV

It's been a month now. I got to know Annabeth. Apparently, she likes architecture and wants to be an architect, she loves volleyball (AN: I hate volleyball, it's just I can imagine Annabeth playing volleyball) and her mother is the architect Athena Chase.

Sometimes she would stare at me and I would feel really awkward and I just stop talking to her and she snaps out of something and tells me to keep talking.

And I love her laugh.

And her smile.

And her hair.

And her—

OK this is getting ridiculous.

So here we are today, we're just sitting under a tree chatting when some words I don't expect come tumbling out of my mouth.

"You want to catch a movie with me or something?"