Hello from the planet of Jupiter! (That is Zeus's Roman name, for those of you who are REALLY big fans of Percy Jackson.) Anywhoville, just wanted you to know, I appreciate those few people who have like, followed, and reviewed this story. I know it's not too interesting now, but trust me, it'll get WAY better. Hope you like this next chapter! See you at the bottom!

Percy's POV

Okay, at first, I'll admit: I thought Annabeth was one strange chick! The way she was asking me rapid-fire questions like that, was almost like she cared. Eh, probably not. Like she said, she was probably just trying to break the ice so it was a least a little less awkward.

Although, Annabeth did seem a little into it...

Nah.

After showing me around to my locker, we headed outside for a few minutes before school started. We sat down on a nearby bench and watched the other kids messing around with each other. Finally, Annabeth, of course, just had to make a conversation and ask me about my family. So, I might have tinkered with the real truth about my family. But, either way. Annabeth seemed fascinated. I told her some stuff, she bought it, then I asked about her.

I actually found out a lot of things about her and her family too. Like, I know that she has a step-mom that's Asian. Her dad likes making things and also likes airplanes, (he actually has his own model of a World War ll Curtiss A 12, whatever that meant.) Annabeth also has two little twin brothers, Bobby and Matthew. She lives in a pretty big neighbourhood West of this school. And, she really loves architecture. And reading. And talking. Go figure.

After the ten minutes were up though, we had to go to our first class, which was English. I hated that class. Dyslexia makes it easy harder than its supposed to be. And English is so boring. What's the point of even studying English? I can already speak the language quite fluently.

Anyways, Annabeth and I went to our lockers to get out stuff, then Annabeth lead me to the English room, which wasn't too far away.

When I entered the room, I was kinda surprised: The room was way bigger than I had expected. Not to mention how many desks there were, maybe about thirty. Why so many desks?

Only a few people were sitting in their seats. Either on their phones, or talking with their friends, but as soon as I walked in, everybody stopped talking and looked my direction, which kinda freaked me out. But luckily, Annabeth was there to save me.

"Come on Percy, you can sit by me if you want," She walked up the aisle, to the front of the room.

"The front?" I whispered. I didn't necessarily like the front very much. I preferred to stay in the back so nobody could really notice me, or so the teachers wouldn't call on me. It was especially easier to avoid people's staring eyes after I would get a bruise on my cheek, or a cut lip from Gabe.

"Yeah. Why? You got a problem with that, Seaweed Brain?" Aw. She was already using my new nickname.

"Uh, I usually prefer to sit in the back," I said.

"Oh," Annabeth looked disappointed. Crap, I don't want to sit in the front, but I don't want to disappoint Annabeth. What do I do now?

"Uh, but it's fine, I guess. I can just sit here," I said, plopping my stuff and myself into the chair next to Annabeth.

"You sure?" She asked. I nodded. "Alright, whatever."

Just then, a band of giggling girls came in. There was about five girls, and each one had way too much makeup on. The girl in the front had red hair and freckles dotted all over her face and her arms. She was wearing a really expensive-looking outfit. She had jeans studded with rhinestones up by the pockets, and had brown boots with tassles dangling as she walked. She was wearing a white, short-sleeved jacket, with a light blue tank top, all completed with a brown scarf the same color as her boots. She whispered something in one of the other girl's ears. The whole group laughed.

I could tell already that I didn't like these girls. They were the type of girls that had to be dating the captain of the football team. They had to be dressed the absolute best, and they had to push you around like you were a complete piece of trash. I've dealt with too many of these girls before.

I looked over at Annabeth who was looking bitterly at the girls.

I learned over and whispered, "Annabeth, who are those girls?"

She turned around, a scowl on her face.

"The redhead is Nancy Bobofit, and those are her little band of rats. Watch out for them. They are bad news. They give me Hell everyday," she said bitterly.

Now I really hated these girls. I hated anyone who treated people like trash. Especially a person like Annabeth like that. I know we just met not even an hour ago, but I still really cared about her.

Just then, I saw Nancy look over in our direction and smirk, with an evil look in her eyes. She started walking toward us, her group of friends following, then I saw Annabeth's expression, and I knew, this was not going to be good.

Annabeth's POV

Dammit! Dammit! DAMMIT! Don't come over here, don't come oover here- and you're here.

Nancy Bobofit walked in between Percy's desk and mine. The last person I wanted to see right now.

"Hello, Anniebell," Nancy sneered. Ugh, I knew she was going to purposely get my name wrong. Like she does every time I see her.

"It's Annabeth. Not Anniebell. I think you know that, Nancy," I said, mustering up my most dangerous voice I could manage.

"Whatever," Nancy said. "Do you not realize that you're being very rude, Anniebell?"

"How, in the gods' names and I being rude?" I asked. Honestly, this girl just makes up the most pathetically random shit ever! You see what she does to me? I'm swearing inside my head now! Great!

She sighed. "Because, you aren't introducing me to your pretty little friend, here," she gestured to Percy. I leaned back to look at his face. I couldn't see him because Nancy and her stupid body was getting in the way, but now that I saw Percy, he was shooting daggers at Nancy. I could tell he clearly didn't like Nancy.

"My name is Percy. Why do you want to know?" He snapped.

"Because, sweetie," she said in her super annoying high-pitched charming voice,"I don't think I've dated you yet. Oh, I mean I haven't seen you yet. Your face is new, and gorgeous, I might add. You must have just moved here, right?"

"Transferred, yes," Percy growled.

"Ooh! How great is that! We haven't had a new kid since Stacy, here," She gestured with her hand and behind her, a blonde girl about fifteen of sixteen stepped forward.

"Stacy and I became friends right away. I guess she just saw me for my kind and loving nature. You could too, you know," She reached down to touch his arm, on his bicep. There it was. What I call: 'The Touch.' I've seen her use it before. She always does it on the exact same spot on a different boy she wants to date. Usually, she touches his bicep, says how he must be working out because his arm is as hard as a watermelon, and usually, the guy is hooked. But with Percy, that didn't happen.

This whole time Nancy was talking to him, he had the Death Glare written all over his face, but the minute she touched his arm, his look of sheer anger turned to fear, and he flinched, almost as if touching him in that spot had caused him a year's worth of pain. He retracted his arm from her grip as fast as a cat can kill a field mouse. Then his face went back to that look of anger, but something was still different about him. His reaction. It didn't make sense.

This even took Nancy by surprise, and she looked flabbergasted. Probably a little at the fact that Percy's reaction was just flat out strange, and mostly because he hadn't fallen under her spell with The Touch. She backed up and cleared her throat.

"Well, if you ever want to hang out sometimes, just let me know," She said, putting on a fake smile.

"Thanks, but no thanks," Percy said through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah? Just think about it," she winked, then she and her possy went to their seats further back in the room.

Percy gave me an exaggerated smile.

I shrugged and gave him a look that said, Sorry you had to deal with that, and turned around facing the wwhiteboard, just as the teacher began.

Throughout English, I tried listening, but what kept replaying in my mind was Percy's reaction, and why had he looked so scared when Nancy touched him?

Well, there you have it! Another chapter uploaded! Can't you basically see the gears turning in Annabeth's head? More to come, but for right now, this is the end of this chapter! See ya on the next page! This is DemigodUndercover, signing out.