After the three hours were over, everyone was piling into cars to go to lunch. Anyone who didn't have a ride had to go with Mr. D, and that's why Calypso approached Annabeth almost immediately after they were dismissed.

"Can I please ride with you?" Calypso asked Annabeth, practically begging. Annabeth shrugged, putting her script folder into her bag.

"I don't care, but I have an errand I need to run before we come back to the studio this afternoon."

"What kind of errand?"

"I have to go to the high school to deregister myself for this fall so that I can be homeschooled."

"You're going to Goode?" A new voice said from behind Annabeth, and she rolled her eyes, turning to face him.

"Yeah, why?"

"I need a ride," Percy replied shrugging. "I also need to go to Goode and deregister as well. I won't be able to do that if I ride with Mr. D.'

"Give me one good reason to let you ride with me."

"You're a nice person?" Annabeth sighed, and then realized something he said.

'You're in the off-Broadway, aren't you?" Percy only grinned. "Okay, fine. You can come with us, but only because I am not in the mood to argue with you."

"Shot gun!" Percy called, running out of the building.

"Flirting," Calypso muttered. Annabeth rolled her eyes and followed Percy where he had run out, reaching for her keys. Calypso followed. "Hey, wait a minute, I'm in the off-Broadway, too!"

Annabeth grinned. At least something was going good today.

Lunch was chaos. Mr. D had decided that it would be easier to eat at a family style restaurant, rather than letting everyone order for themselves, so there was always someone reaching over someone else for the macaroni or "Who took the last roll?" It almost reminded Annabeth of her previous company whenever they would have meals before shows. She missed that.

To make matters worse, seating was assigned by roles, so of course Annabeth had to sit next to Percy. Thankfully, however, that also meant that she was sitting next to Calypso as well, and Grover was only a couple seats down.

"And then, she runs in like, twenty minutes late-"

"It was ten, thank you," Annabeth interrupted Percy's retelling of their last show. "I wasn't that late."

"Details, details," Percy replied. "Anyways, so everyone's congratulating her, apparently forgetting about me. Chiron, our stage director, calls everyone's attention because our Zoey had the flu. Still salty about that."

"Because I was the understudy for Katie. He had to pretend to be in love with me for the entire show, and Piper was right, that was hilarious."

"Who said he was pretending?" Grover muttered, and Percy glared at him.

"Have you seen her?" Percy said, and Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"You don't look any better, Seaweed Brain."

"Seaweed Brain?" Percy asked, confused.

"Yeah, your brain is obviously made of seaweed."

"Well, you're such a.. a.." Annabeth smirked.

"I'm such a what?"

"A.. Wise Girl!"

"Wow, I'm so offended," Annabeth said, putting her hand to her heart. Percy glared at her.