Chapter 4: the one where they're polar opposite. OOC Mortals
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Clad in red lip stick and unlit cigarets, Annabeth Chase breaths rebellion. Her blonde hair clashing with the large leather jacket she adorns daily spreads recognition to any student at Goode High. She is either feared or loved. Younger students are intimidated by her rouge confidence, afraid to press her with their utter presence. Her group loves her, practically worships her when they aren't high off cheap drugs and lousy alcohol they found in their parents liquor cabinet from the honeymoon many years ago. Boys find her intriguing. They want to figure her out, like a puzzle of high school mistakes they want to take out. Except one.
Percy Jackson hates Annabeth with his entire life force. He wants her gone. To evaporate one night in a radiational accident that might have to do with her microwave. Of course, he ignores her and her cronies. Pretends like he is the only one. Sometimes it gets to his big head, making it even bigger.
Percy Jackson is a dweeb. A nerd. A dork. Whatever the hell you want to call him, that's him. No, it's not cute nerdy, just plain embarrassing. With his rolled up khaki pants and button up t-shirts, Annabeth hates him too. Not once have they spoken, but the feeling is mutual. The reason?
They both want valedictorian. Perfect attendance, straight As all four years, extra curricular credits and teacher recommendations, they fight over it all. Of course, Percy believes that with his magnificent behavior and tip top perfect attendance since second grade when he had chicken pox, he believes that he will beat the stoner. On the other hand, Annabeth had always been in the lead. A silent chugging train, thriving and surviving next to the loud annoying khaki wearing train.
It was the beginning of their senior year, only a few months into the semester, and Percy was angry.
He had just gotten back the results of his AP Calculus test. "97? I got a 97? How? Mrs. Clamp-"
The old woman held up her hand in protest, "Percy, I did not make a mistake. You got number 14 wrong. Maybe next time."
He was seething, "But if I don't pass this class then colleges will think that I'm not eligible for their advanced classes, and then I'd have to settle. I'm not settling for a university or a community college, Mrs. I'm just not." He took a deep breath to calm himself and placed the test on her desk, "Listen, I'll just retake it."
Mrs. Clamp shook her head and took off her reading glasses, letting them hang from the string around her neck, "Percy, you've gotten such a high score," She said. "You can't retake it."
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, "Extra credit work."
"Percy, you know as well as I do that I do not do extra credit in this class," She stood from her desk. "You are doing wonderful in this class, and as far as I can see, your other classes too." She placed her old hands on his tense shoulders, "Get over it, sweetheart. You're fine."
He rolled his green eyes, "Gee, thanks for the advice."
She laughed lightly and dropped her hands to her sides, then up again to put a piece of white hair behind her ear, "You're late, Percy. Go home. I want to go home." She looked into his eyes, "Let loose, Mr. Jackson, stop cramming for tests and ride a bike with your friends-"
He held up a finger, "Do you know how dangerous bikes are? Especially if I forget a helmet or ride too fast or too aslow, it's just such a risk to have fun, Mrs. Clamp, so I don't." He picked up his backpack from the floor, "I have to go, my moms working late and wants me to make dinner before she gets home. See you tomorrow."
She smiled and waved, waiting for him to shut the door before she sighed and rolled her eyes.
He was a ridiculous character.
Percy decided to pick up his calculus textbook from his locker before he went home so that he could study what he missed. He was very frustrated with himself. Getting valedictorian would help his future entirely. Earning this award would get him into a good college, which would launch his chances at becoming the doctor that he so desperately wants to be, it would earn him a wife and kids and a life. A life better than the hell of high school that he has now.
"32-48-7." Percy hummed as he put in his combination, he continued to hum an unfamiliar tune while he got his book out. Nicking the corner of the book on his locker door, he dropped the book to the floor. He cursed lightly and bent over, dropping his backpack and picking up the book, inspecting every inch for a dent.
He heard voices and laughter come from down the hallway and rolled his eyes. Stupid kids, staying after so late to do what? Yell at their teachers? Idiots, Percy thought. He continued his humming while he organized his pencil pouch from the safety of the schools linoleum floors.
"So," Percy heard a voice that was clearly the one of Piper McLean, Annabeth Chases sidekick. Percy groaned internally at the thought of having to interact with the devil herself. "Annie-"
"Don't call me Annie." Speaking of the mother freaking devil. Percy shoved his pencils quickly into his pouch, cringing when he thought of how unorganized he was acting.
"What'd you get on the calculus test?" Piper asked, still out of Percy's view. He shoved the pouch and the possibly dented textbook into his bag and struggled to close it.
"100 percent." She responded. Percy dropped his backpack and froze.
How did she get a better score than he did? He studied. He tried and showed up every day. All she did was smoke cheap cigarettes behind the school. Right?
He heard the smirk in her voice, "Yeah, it was pretty easy."
Easy? He thought. How could she think it was easy? Beside the test they had a week ago it was the hardest test they had had all year.
Reyna Ramirez-Arellano chuckled, deep and professional, "Smart Little, Annie."
"Shut it, Bellona."
It was silent. What the heck is a Bellona? Percy unfroze and picked up his backpack, stringing it on his back and running into the nearest classroom to get away from the girls.
Their footsteps got closer, the heeled ones of Annabeth the most distinct and loud among the four girls. She suddenly laughed, "Who do you think left the locker open?"
Shit.
He heard shuffling, "How about we find out?" Thalia Grace said. He heard his belongings being shifted through and almost broke the door to Mr. Jefferson's biology class in half. He hates it when people go through his stuff.
Reyna laughed loudly, "Disinfecting wipes," She said. "Who brings this shit to school?"
"A murderer," Piper answered.
What. Percy thought. Was she serious?
"You're crazy, Pipes," Annabeth clicked her tongue.
He could hear the smile in Pipers voice, "No, seriously. Think about it." She said, "The aggression. Anger issues-"
"Those are the same thing." Annabeth corrected.
"The glares at kids and teachers. I've got it." Piper said, "I've figured out why Percy Jackson is such a fucking weirdo. He's a serial killer."
Reyna's voice sounded muffled, like she was sifting through something, "The only thing that scrawny mistake could kill is a box of lucky charms."
Thalia laughed, "If even that. The only thing that kid can pick up is a pencil and a test paper."
Piper chuckled. "That's all he wants to pick up."
Percy was boiling with rage. He felt his ears burn and his clenched fists by his sides were shaking, he was clearly refraining himself from doing anything drastic. How dare those girls go through his locker, granted he was the one who left it open, still. With his backpack fallen on the floor, he came out from behind the safety of the classroom.
He found Thalia with half of her body shoved in his locker, fishing out the odds and ends that Percy had put in there. Reyna was sitting on the floor, tearing all his papers to shreds. Actually, she was folding them into origami and paper airplanes that looked really cool. Percy planned on looking up how to do that on YouTube later. Piper was throwing the paper airplanes down the hallway and Annabeth was leaning against the lockers, picking at her red finger nails.
All their heads turned towards him when his noisy golf shoes clicked against the empty hallways floors and echoed off the walls. "Well. Would you look at that." Annabeth grinned, "C'mon guys, I'm hungry and Fredrick is taking a 'business trip' with Helen," The others stood up, "which translates to 'your step mom and I are gonna find a cheap motel and bang all weekend. Have fun trying to take care of yourself. Bye'."
The girls picked up their backpacks and Percy didn't move, "Isn't Helen pregnant or something?" Piper pulled a piece of hair that was stuck in her lipgloss.
Annabeth fished through her backpack, "Yeah, twins, but it won't stop my horny ass father. 'Ts how she got pregnant in the first place."
Reyna finished one last origami flower and threw it to the floor, "That's gotta suck, Beth."
Annabeth hummed, "Yeah, my parents are fucking awful." She laughed with no humor. Then she looked straight into Percy's eyes. Steel grey met burning green, "Welp, this has been fun. Same time tomorrow, Jackson?"
His face flushed from embarrassment and he doesn't even know what. The four walked out of the school, laughing and living.
Percy, still pissed, picked up his backpack from the classroom and shoved all his flower origami homework assignments into his locker, cringing slightly at the messiness. He closed the locker and huffed out of the school. Angry at the group of girls for messing with him and at himself for not doing anything.
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"Piper, open the goddamn window." Annabeth cursed.
"Is this the window, Annabeth?"
"No, Piper. That's the microwave." Annabeth turned to the others, "Is she high?"
Thalia took a long drag on her cigaret, "Nah. She found the Jack Daniels your dads hiding in his office."
Annabeth got up from her spot on the kitchen counter and walked into the living room, Reyna tapped her cigaret on the coffee table, keeping it safely between two fingers, "What're you doing that for?" She asked.
Annabeth opened the main window, letting the fresh air and sounds of early afternoon New York in and the stale smoky air of her house out, "My dad can smell this shit out like a bloodhound, they're coming back on Monday and this place isn't gonna smell like a crack house."
Piper sat up from previously lying on the ground, "You mean we can't smoke here this weekend."
Annabeth waved her off, "Nah, we just gotta do it with the windows open."
Piper nodded and laid back down, she started humming It's a Small World to her drunken self. Thalia shook her head, "McLean never could take her alcohol."
Reyna nodded, "But damn she's a fun drunk."
Annabeth went back to her spot on the kitchen counter and continued her homework assignment.
The four had just gotten home from school, walking homes a bitch, Annabeth always thought, so she brought the others with her. Thalia and Reyna went immediately to the couch to smoke and Piper disappeared down the hall. Annabeth remembered her homework and decided to finish that early.
It was Friday, Annabeths parents were out of town and they planned on having a party. No matter what occasion, their parties were always the best. Almost everyone came and if you didn't, you'd beat yourself up about it and everyone would trash out for not going. Annabeth figures that getting in her homework before the beloved weekend started, she would not have to worry about anything at all. Well, maybe one thing. The Jacksons lived next door.
Goddamnit, if Annabeth didn't love to push that kids buttons, then no one did. He was so easy to get angry, it was humorous. But he was a persistent fucker and Annabeth hated his guts, and everything surrounding them.
She needed valedictorian. Not because she want to be a doctor or some other shit like Percy, but because she wanted her father to notice her. Her dad was all 'Helen this' or 'Helen that' and she was sick of it. Annabeth is a teenage girl. She craves attention like a lemonade on a hot day. Her dad always ignored her and if Percy Jackson gets valedictorian and not her, then Fredrick will still ignore her. It's just the way it is.
Don't get her wrong, she does want the attention. But that's not why she does what she does. Parties, smoke, getting drunk, it's not for attention, it's because it's fun. Point and zero. Fun.
Annabeth has just finished her last answer, dotting the final period when the bell rang. Not expecting it, she threw her pencil behind her and winced. "Annabeth! Someone's at the door!" Thalia called.
Annabeth rolled her eyes and turned towards Thalia, "I'm right here. I heard it."
"And you're getting it?" Thalia questioned.
"Yeah, yah. Whatever." Begrudgingly, Annabeth got up from her chair, her heels clicking on the hard wood floors as she walked. She opened the door and standing on her front porch, one arm in the doorframe, leaning his entire body's weight on it was Luke Castellan.
He was a fairly popular guy. Football captain, but rumor was that he was hella gay. Annabeth is pretty sure that nobody believed that. Especially when it was started by Drew Tanaka, one of his many exes. He's dated a few cheerleaders, comes to all the parties they host. He's a crazy drunk, always drives himself home wether he's blackout drunk or just tipsy, the guys got too much pride. Other than that, the four have nothing against him, he hasn't interacted much with them in the first place. And now he's here.
"Luke Castellan," Annabeth said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Annabeth Chase," He mused, she glared and he cleared his throat. "Um, I was wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime-" He gave an award winning smile "-maybe get some dinner, watch a movie." He winked, "Don't watch a movie."
Annabeth deadpanned, "You're not my type but thanks for the offer, really." She shut the door on his face, giving no reason to reason with, before she could push it all the way shut, his hand held the door open.
"Annabeth," He said sternly and she rolled her eyes.
She opened the door and stared at him innocently, "Yes, Luke."
"Stop with this," He said. "You're hot, Beth. Seriously. You've got a lot to give the world and maybe people wouldn't be so scared of you if you weren't such a pushover."
Annabeth glared, her grey eyes glinting, "That's a lot coming from you, Luke." She said, "Maybe I liked being feared, saves me from human interaction."
"Just come to dinner with me, Annie," He pleaded. "Don't reject me like you do to all the other guys."
She saw right through him, "I'm not having sex with you. I hope you step on a Lego. Fuck you." She slammed the door, good and hard, making sure all the locks were locked tight.
She sighed and walked back into the living room, finding herself faced with her three friends, sitting in a circle around her coffee table with Reynas cellphone recording them with Voice Memo. "The hell is happening?"
Reyna looked up at her, "Whenever we get high, we have these amazing ideas. So we're recording them and we're gonna listen to it later."
Annabeths eyebrows furrowed, "You're high? You're smoking lousy cigarets."
Thalia looked up at her, "We got some marijuana from that one kid in my English class." Annabeth joined them at the table.
"Josh the Weed Guy from Third?" Annabeth questioned. Josh the weed guy from third gave them most of their supplies; his dad owns a convenience store.
Thalia shook her head, short choppy hair moving with it, "No, it's a different guy."
Annabeth hummed.
Piper stood up abruptly, "Doesn't Percy Jackson live next door?"
Annabeth nodded, "Yeah, Why?"
She grinned, "Let's fuck with 'em."
They all grinned with her and put out their cigarets, shut off the voice recorder and walk out the front door, Pipers galoshes clicking on the pavement as they walked. Reyna groaned, "Did you really have to wear those?"
Piper shrugged, "They're comfy."
Thalia snorted, "Sure don't look like it."
Reyna scoffed, "They're goulashes. It's impossible for them to be anything less than impractical."
Piper pouted and muttered curses the rest of the ten foot journey to Jackson's house. Annabeth took a drag on her newly lit cigaret when she saw that Mrs. Jackson was, in fact, not home, she smiled and handed it to Thalia.
The girls passed around the cancer stick before knocking on Percy's door, Piper took a deep breath before simultaneously hitting the doorbell with two hands over and over, the four were stuffed with fits of giggles as they heard door slams, heavy footsteps, inaudible yelling and Pipers fingers still pressing the button over and over. They were visibly not sober.
Percy opened the door with such speed and force that it probably dented the wall when the handle hit it. He was rippling with rage, waves of anger and frustration rolling off of him like the ocean shore. In short, he was fuckin pissed.
"Hey, Percy!" Piper said enthusiastically, her finger still pressed into the doorbell.
Annabeth looked at Percy with the upmost serious impression she'd ever faced him with, "Hello, Mr. Jackson. We'd like to take a minute of your time to talk about our lord and savior Captain America. Unfortunately, we've left our bible at home, so we'd like to recite it word by word for you here." She nudged Thalia.
Thalia cleared her throat and yelled, "Four score and seven years ago, our fathers brought Captain America fourth to this count-"
"Will you just shut the fuck up!" Percy screeched.
Reyna chuckled, "Was that a curse word I hear come from Percy Jackson's virgin mouth?"
He glared, his teeth bared like an angry chihuahua, "How do you stoners know where I live?"
Annabeth grinned lopsidedly, "We're neighbors, neighbor!"
He shoved his hand into his eye socket and Piper started humming Hilary Duff. "Why are you here?"
Thalia took a drag on the cigaret and blew it in Percy's face, "To fuck with you."
He choked and coughed and acted like we just kicked him in his man parts, "Do you have any idea of the toxins in that cancer thing."
Piper laughed, "Do you have any idea about how lame you are."
He looked up to us, "I have an AP English test in two weeks that I need to study for, if you will please excuse me."
Thalia fake choked, "You're studying for a test that's in two weeks?"
He nodded like it was the upmost simple logic ever. "Yea."
"Dude," Thalia shook her head, "Even Annie here doesn't do that crazy shit and she's the best in our class."
He gawked at me, "No way. I'm the best in the class. I have the grades and the attendance and all the teachers like me."
Annabeth laughed and put a hand on his shoulder, he didn't brush her off but he looked at her hand like it was some spider he didn't want to touch, "News Flash, Jackson. All our teachers hate you. They think that you're obsessive and you need to take a break. I, on the other hand," She put the hand that was on his shoulder on her chest, "Am liked by all my teachers. They think I am a pleasure to have in class. Also. I have never missed a day of school, nor have I gotten a 97 on my AP calculus test, and still make time for things like the party I'm having this weekend."
He frowned and glared and Piper played Hilary Duff with the doorbell, "Okay, how high is she?"
Annabeth smirked, "As high as my grades." Thalia whistled. "Also, Percy. About the party. You do know that everyone's invited right?"
He put his hands on his hips and nodded, his black hair getting in his eyes, "Yeah, its the worst thing ever, I'm trying to study and you hooligans are-"
"That means that everyone's invited Percy. Including you." Annabeth said, "Just let loose. At least for a weekend."
The four girls turned and left, each taking a drag on the cigaret before Annabeth put it out on the big oak tree in his front yard and walking away with the others, singing and whistling Pipers awful version of Hilary Duff as they went because they had no worries.
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High school parties.
The worst thing to happen to Percy Jackson.
All he wanted was to study for English and calculus. That's it. But his lousy, noisy, drunk neighbor just couldn't have that. Percy sighed for the millionth time before getting up to close his window curtains; though it wouldn't really do anything, he still enjoyed shutting them out. Looking out at the bright lights and loud laughter, kids jumping into the swimming pool with all their clothes on, Percy realized that he was being a bump on a log. He needed to get out. The sounds of quietness reminded Percy that his mom was gone at a conference all weekend. Percy was alone and he was studying.
Annabeth was alone and she was throwing a party.
Grabbing his favorite blue hoodie and pushing the black hair out of his eyes, he examined himself in the mirror. He had always thought that looks didn't matter. As long as his outfit and physical appearance showed sophistication and seriousness, then he figured he could have an ugly face and a not-so-fit body. His jeans were black, regular pants that teens his age wore. His cousin, Nico, bought them for him for his sixteenth birthday because he knew how awful Percy's wardrobe is. Percy didn't care though. Sophistication and seriousness. That's all.
But putting on black jeans and blue hoodie felt like a big step; like, as long as he wore this, he would be accepted at this party. Maybe. Percy grabbed his keys and shoved them in his pocket next to his wallet and pocket knife for emergency's. It was his dads.
He walked slowly and avoided all hazards, like walking in the grass, he could step in a hole in the dirt and twist his ankle, he watched his feet and ahead of him so he wouldn't trip. He dropped his set shoulders and walked normal, wondering how much of an idiot he looked like. Upon entering the front door, Percy realized that no matter what he does, at this party he will most likely partake in consuming his first drink of alcohol. God. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants and went to knock when he realized that it's a high school party and he probably doesn't have to.
Headache. Percy had a headache the second he twisted the doorknob. The music was ten times louder inside than outside. Yelling came from the kitchen. Tons of kids, all ages, were on the dance floor, which was also the living room, rubbing and grinding, spreading germs and probably infections. He wanted to find someone, but he didn't know who; startled with himself when he realized he was looking for Annabeth. He kept looking, dodging solo cups and hands and drunk idiots offering him things like he was the king and his subjects wanted love so they offered him live chickens and wilting flowers. Children.
Percy walked to the kitchen faster and saw Annabeth cringing as she downed a shot of some sort of heavy alcohol. Percy knew better than to think she was drunk; Annabeth has better tolerance for alcohol than a lumberjack. It was both incredibly intimidating and terrifying to Percy at the same time. He walked behind people, holding up his hands and praying that he wouldn't accidental touch a football player or something. He tapped Annabeth shoulder lightly and she turned around, her once cold, distant face, now lighting up with excitement. Percy's stomach did turns when he realized that she was excited to see him.
"Percy!" She exclaimed, "You came!"
He scratched the back of his head, "I guess I did."
She smiled, probably tipsy, "I wanna be able to hear you, let's go outside."
Percy joked, "What?"
Annabeth laughed, her red lips forming the perfect smile, showing off her strangely wide teeth. Ironic, considering how many cigarets she smokes a day. Percy shook his head, he needed to be nice to this girl. She was actually happy to see him at the party, wether she was drunk or not, Percy took the compliment.
When they got outside, he was surprised that there weren't many people. Just one group of people who looked about ready to leave. Freshmen. Percy and Annabeth were alone.
Percy scratched his head and cleared his throat, "Why did you want me here?" He asked.
Annabeth shrugged, "Everyone's invited."
"Yeah, but you seemed pretty excited that I actually came."
She smiled, "Because you're a lame ball of lame and you need to have fun. So lets not waste time out here loser, let's go have fun." Before he could protest, Annabeth grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the house. Every once in a while Annabeth would stop to say hi or grab an empty solo cup. She stopped in the kitchen where only a few lingering people stayed, everyone was either on the roof, the front yard or some other place on the first floor. She started bouncing on her heels to the base of whatever song was pounding through the speakers at that point and pouring lots of different types of alcohol in a concoction that couldn't be safe to drink. She smiled and swirled it around in the cup and handed it to Percy, "Here."
He looked inside to the slightly chunky, greenish, brownish drink. Cringing, he took a drink. You know how they that when you consume alcohol, your senses are on high? Well, Percy's dulled, he guessed that it was because his senses were always on high.
He felt like he lowered his brain levels. That his IQ immediately lowered by eight points. He had forgotten the test he had in AP English and could only focus on Annabeth who was still bouncing to the base and making her own drink. She downed it all and started making another one. Percy grinned. "I wanna dance!"
She nodded, "Okay." Percy was the one, this time, to grab her hand and drag her to the dance floor/living room.
Percy sucks at dancing. It's a known fact that he figured out when he played Just Dance at Nico di Angelos eighth birthday party when he was ten. He was grounded for a week when he threw the controller into the wall, creating a giant and permanent hole. But, as Percy gets more wasted, he has no tolerance and will be blackout drunk by the end of the night, his skills with dancing become more natural, fluid. He sways and forgets himself and everyone around him as he feels the sweaty body's pressed against his. Annabeth was mumbling the words the song that was blasting through the speakers, she looked up at him and smiled, he lopsidedly grinned back. She grabbed his hands and slowly lead him out of the room. She took him up the stairs and Percy stopped suddenly which made her frown. He smiled, not going to try and say anything over the loud music. Kids passed by the two of them as they stayed on the stairs. Percy fixed the slanted picture frame and let Annabeth take him away.
Walking through the doorway into Annabeths bedroom was a splash of cold water over Percy's head, sobering him and bringing him back to reality. He was in Annabeths bedroom. Her room was painted with grey walls, a perfect daughter bedroom. Clean and perfect, bookshelves stacked with old books, words and pages. Her desk was near and straight, drawers probably with old homework assignments and textbooks. He saw the door to her closet and assumed that that's where the Annabeth Chase Madness starts. She was sitting with her legs criss crossed on her desk, "Pride and Prejudice," She said. "It's my favorite."
Percy smiled, "I've read it before." He was sweating. This was the first time he's ever been in a girls bedroom before, besides his mom, but Percy's not sure that that counts for anything.
Annabeth laughed, "I'm drunk."
He laughed too, "You sure are."
She deadpanned, and Percy was scared that he upset her, "You're drunk too."
He grinned and laughed at himself. Honestly, the entirety of the situation was laughable and all of a sudden he was wiping tears from his eyes and Annabeth was laughing too and he stopped laughing, confused as to why he started in the first place.
He looked at Annabeth, she was taking off the leather jacket she was wearing, her shoulder blades flexing with the movement and Percy's stomach was in knots. She turned to him and grinned, her red lips spreading apart in the perfect smile, "It's hot in here." Percy was sweating too. If he still had his jacket on, he would definitely be taking it off.
"Percy," Annabeth said curiously. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
With the amount of alcohol in his system, he didn't feel weirded out by the spontaneous question, "No, I've never kissed anyone. Unless my moms counts, but that's always on the cheek."
She nodded. Then looked at him, "Yeah, but have you ever wanted to?"
He frowned, "Wanted to what?"
"Kiss a girl."
He shrugged, "Yeah, lots of pretty girls."
She nodded, "Any girl in particular?"
He shook his head, "No, not really. I've just wanted to kiss a girl."
She got off the desk and walked over to him, "I'll be your first kiss."
He grinned, "You'd do that for me?"
She shrugged, "I've kissed a ton of people, one guy won't make a difference."
Percy didn't see the insult hidden behind her words, instead he put a hand on her face and brought her forward, he noticed how short she was now that she had discarded her tall heels.
She kept the smirk on her face right up until her red lips met his. The sounds of the party going on drowned out until it was just them, the noise of their breaths.
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Annabeth was sober. She can tell you that. Okay, so maybe she was tipsy. But tipsy as in: Janice from the communities golf club just had a bottle of wine and she's feeling a bit relaxed. Annabeth didn't get tipsy, or dizzy. She never blacks out or falls into a coma. She isn't a normal drunk. It's like when she drinks liquor, it's almost like doing drugs. She feels laid back, like she could transport back to the 70s and sit with Eric Forman and his friends and not feel out of place.
She felt groovy.
So when she told Percy to kiss her, it wasn't her drunk mind talking, it was her. She wasn't sure why, and she also didn't know if it counted as taking advantage of the kid, since he was so clearly drunk. But she didn't care, his hands through her hair and his soft lips on hers melted the consequences away. She kissed him back passionately, ignoring the questioning thoughts asking her why the hell was she kissing Percy Jackson. His hands traveled to her waist and his fingers fiddled with the hem of her shirt until it rode up and inch. His warm fingertips on the flesh of her stomach sent shivers and goosebumps to Annabeths skin.
He was sloppy, that's for sure. Clearly inexperienced, but when he slid his tongue on her bottom lip, she knew that he was a naturally talented kisser. It comes that way with some people, an Percy was one of them. Suddenly she pulled away, she kissed him once more and left him there, breathing heavily.
She walked to her phone and dialed three numbers, smirking when she heard the person on the other line, Annabeth said, "Yes, operator, there is a party on my street at the Chases house. I think some teenagers are drinking alcohol and doing drugs. They're also causing for noisy disturbances... Yes... ok, thank you." She hung up.
Percy stared at her, utterly confused, "Did you just rat out your own party?"
She smirked, "Your moms not home right?" She put her phone in her pocket and put her jacket back on.
"No, she's gonna be gone the whole weekend, why?"
"Cause, these guys are gonna be arrested while we make out at your house."
Percy gulped and let himself be dragged out of his neighbors house and into his own. Annabeth saw the look of nervousness written on his features and she laughed, kissing his cheek, forehead, nose and mouth. Without turning on the lights to Percy's living room, Annabeth and him went to his bedroom, pretending not to hear the police outside.
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A/N/ crappy ending, sorry. Also, don't do drugs or smoke or drink or any of that shit it's not good for you. Just don't do it. Any of it. Don't forget to REVIEW!!
-Leigh