Hi guys. I know that I suck big time. I am SO so so sorry that I haven't updated in forever. I kind of dropped my laptop. Down the stairs. :/ Anyway, I'm back! So yeah. Read, enjoy, review, all that! :)


Chapter 4

Percy's POV

I noticed that the skip in Annabeth's step was gone. I had totally forgotten about Luke. I knew that it was kind of stupid to be worried about something as stupid as a name, but Luke's death had really hit Annabeth hard. The smallest thing could make her connect a moment to him. Once, a few days after the war had ended, Connor Stoll had told her to tie her shoelaces, and she had been upset for the rest of the day. When I finally got her to tell me, she burst into tears and said that Luke had said that to her once. It was the last thing he had said to her before he had asked me to go into the woods with him so many years ago.

I didn't really know what to do, but if I knew anything, it was that Annabeth wouldn't want me to worry about it. So I pushed it out of my mind and gripped Annabeth's hand tighter. "Come on. You're in my homeroom, right?" She nodded.

"Just let me stop by my locker." We weaved through the crowd together, trying not to bump into people on the way. She stopped at her locker and started to do the combination. Suddenly, she started to blush.

"What?" She shook her head. "Come on, tell me. You know you want to," I said in a sing-song voice. She looked over at me, her face set defiantly, but I pleaded at her with my puppy dog eyes. We had a silent standoff until her resolve crumbled. I smiled triumphantly.

"Ugh fine. I set my locker combination to your birthday." She turned back to her locker while a smile spread slowly across my face.

"Really?"I asked. She sighed. "Yes, Seaweed Brain, because it's also the day we started to date. August 18th, eight-eighteen." She pulled open her locker and started pulling books out and into her bag.

"That's so cute," I teased. "But we both know its really because its my birthday. And that is because I am insanely attractive."

"Well, we both know that's true. Glad to know your ego isn't overblown." She shook her head and closed her locker. She offered me her hand. "Come on, take me to homeroom."

I took her hand and led her to Paul's class. He would be psyched when he saw her.

We walked into the classroom and I steered Annabeth directly to Paul. He looked up.

"Annabeth! You made it! She smiled shyly, very aware of the students staring at her.

"It's nice to see you, P- Mr. Blofis." Wait, wait, WHAT?!

"You knew?" I asked incredulously. He nodded. "Okay, was everyone in on this but me?" He nodded again.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked. Seriously?

"No, I'm not. Now, go sit down so I can try to teach you something."

"That's unlikely," Annabeth muttered as we made our way to seats in the back.

"Hey! I'm smart!"

"I never said you weren't, you just never pay attention." She took her seat and grabbed a pen and a notebook. I watched warily as Paul started to write Shakespeare on the board. Great. If there's one thing I hate more than poems, it's Shakespeare.

Only 6 more hours to go.


Sorry I ended it there, and that it's so short, I'm kind of lacking on inspiration right now. If anyone wants to write a prompt in their reviews, please do. PLEEASSEEE. Okay, hope you enjoyed! :)