Hello! Sorry, I would've updated sooner, but I had a head ache this morning and all day yesterday! :( So this chapter may or may not be up to my normal standards. Either way, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I have fun writing it! Currently at where I am in the world, it is 9:40 P.M. and I'm up writing this stuff for you! Be happy bout that! I'm supposed to be going to bed soon so I don't catch a cold!

Damn it! Head ache's back! *If you do not like language excuse my cursing and replace Damn with Dang.*

Enjoy the chapter! :]


Chapter 4- Gym Class

8:34 A.M.

Room 5A

Goode High School

Paul's class was a breeze for Percy, Annabeth, and Grover. Everyone else was struggling to say even the easiest Ancient Greek word.

The next class was History, and it put Percy to sleep immediately after sitting down. History just had that effect on him. As did every other class except for Gym Class.

Percy loved Gym class. Only class he had that he passed with A's in.

He couldn't wait for History to end, have Annabeth shake him awake, then lead her to the gymnasium. Every year the school did something different for the first few weeks of Gym. Last year, a girl had requested that they do Zumba for the first few weeks.

So, Percy got to thinking. He already loved Gym, so why not bring in something else he loved?

His sleeping hand unconsciously went to his pocket where he rubbed Riptide between his thumb and forefinger.

He had went to the front office willingly and suggested that they have sword fighting. Of course the secretary had looked at him like he was crazy until he explained they wouldn't e using real weapons. Probably wooden swords.

Couldn't class end any sooner?

BRRRRIIING!

Well, that answers that question.

Annabeth gathered her things, putting her stuff in her bag. She slung her bag over her shoulder, and turned to her boyfriend who was smiling in his light sleep.

"Percy," She shook him with a sigh. "Percy, come on. Gym is next."

At the word 'Gym' Percy was out of his seat and out the door. Annabeth stood there eyes wide in shock. Percy popped his head back into the room.

"Aren't you coming, Wise Girl?" He asked excitedly, a wide smile plastered on his face.


9:21 A.M.

Gymnasium

Goode High School

After changing out of his clothes and into the Goode High gym uniform in the locker room, Percy made his way back into the gym. He was happy to see the racks of wooden swords near the bleachers, and the ten mats strewn across the gym floor.

Quite a few people in Percy's gym class stared at the swords cautiously. Percy examined each and knew immediately that none of the wooden swords would feel right in his hands. And Riptide was in his pants pocket. Not his Gym shorts.

He sighed and turned around, starting to head back to the locker room when the gym 'coach' Mr. Grayson came marching in the room. He was a big, burly man, and would've fit right in with the Aries kids back at Camp not only in size and attitude, but also because he liked to pick on Percy.

Mr. Grayson had a son, Lyle to be exact, and he knew by what Lyle had said about Percy, that Percy could've taken the whole football team without breaking a sweat. So, Mr. Grayson took it upon himself to exploit that in Gym class, putting Percy with all the kids who couldn't do much athletic-wise, and having them face the jocks.

Percy didn't mind though. When it came to things like dodge ball it would've been nice to have at least one other person who was able to throw the ball without getting pegged immediately afterword, but Percy always seemed to find a way to beat the jocks.

It was the only class where he could taunt them in Ancient Greek and not get in trouble.

It was the only class where he could fight back without getting in trouble or hurting the mortal bullies.

And Percy absolutely loved it. Almost as much as his mom's blue chocolate chip cookies. Almost.

Mr. Grayson glared at Percy and smirked.

"And where do you think you're going Jackson! Scared of a little bit of wood?" He taunted the student.

Percy stiffened. "No, Coach. Just thought I saw one of the wooden swords back in the locker room, so I was going to go get it and put it up."

Mr. Grayson looked at him suspiciously, deciding whether or not to buy the story.

"Fine, Jackson. I believe you. For now. Go get that sword and put it up!" Mr. Grayson barked. Then he turned to the rest of the class. "Pick a sword and a partner, and once Jackson gets back, I'll explain!"

Percy sighed and headed for the doors. Annabeth was just about to open the door just as Percy opened it, and hit her smack dab in the face. She immediately fell backwards from the pure force of the door slamming into her forehead.

"What in the gods' name-"

"Annabeth! Oh, gods, I'm so sorry! I didn't know you were there!" Percy stammered, helping his girlfriend off the floor.

"Whatever Seaweed Brain," She mumbled, still rubbing her forehead where a bruise was sure to form.

"Wait here, I'll be right back! Got to get Riptide."

Annabeth stood there confused and shocked.

"What? Is there a monster?" She called back, worried she may need to go back into the girl's locker room and grab her dagger. Her only reply was a laughing Percy.

Percy quickly dug through the locker room until he found his pants laying on the ground. He went to them quickly, digging through his pants pockets searching for his lethal ballpoint pen.

When he shook his pants upside down, the pen dropped and clattered to the floor from his back pocket.

He grabbed it with a smile, and uncapped it. He knew it had to look like a wooden sword for the rest of the class so every time he wasn't looking directly at it, it flickered into one of the wooden swords that were on the racks in the gym.

As Percy walked out of the locker room, Annabeth was jumpy, very jumpy. He tapped her shoulder and had to duck when she swung her fist.

"Whoa, Wise Girl! Nervous for sword fighting in gym class?" He laughed.

"What? Sword fighting? In Gym? That's why you needed Riptide, a lethal demigodly weapon?" Annabeth fumed.

"Yeah. So? They think it's a wooden sword like the rest. It's the only sword that feels balanced in my hand, Annabeth. I have to use it."

She huffed in annoyance.

"You'll be my partner for sparring?" Percy smirked, knowing the answer.

"Whatever Seaweed Brain. C'mon."


So, you're thoughts? :) It would make my sucky head ache day better!

Don't think I have much to say now...so...later?

~*J.C*~