Hey all you fanfictioners and fanfiction lovers! Even though i'be only been on fanfiction for FOUR days, I'd like to thank all of the fans of this story for the great comments and suggestions. Thanks everyone. Here is an extra long new chapter of Painful love! Enjoy XOXO

Annabeth's POV

I wake up to sound of shouting. My father's shouting to be exact. He's yelling at someone named Robert. Who the heck is Robert?

"No! Robert, i never did that... No! you can't do that, no! There has to be something i can do...What? no wait, I think I can agree to that. She'll do it, she won't have a choice. thank you Robert, you will not regret this."

He hangs up the phone and i hear him walking up the stairs to my room. I climb into bed and pretend to sleep. He opens the door and and shakes my shoulders hard. I slowly open my eyes and he slaps me again. I can't help but wince.

"GET UP!" he screeches at me.

"Ok, Daddy." i whisper. I slowly get out of my bed and stare at the floor.

"a long while back I gambled with Robert Castellian. I lost and now he wants the money."

"What are you going to do?" I timidly ask.

"Are you really THAT stupid? I need to take all the money out of your college fund. It's not like any school would want you anyway, you're filth."

Percy's POV

Is there a little brother mute button? If so, I'd really like one. Tyson is really starting to get on my nerves. He's always complaining that I don't play Xbox with him enough or I don't help him with his "adventures" (basically him building a jungle fort in his room). Having an eight year old brother is hard. Plus, with my dad never being home, he constantly asks me to read him a bedtime story. I don't know how many times I've heard "The little sea turtle and the clown fish" in my lifetime.

"Tyson, you've heard this story a BILLION times. You know how it ends. The little sea turtle and the clown fish rescue the princess fish with their epic ninja moves and they all go to the under the sea ice cream parlour."

Even as I'm saying the plot out loud, I can't help but feel stupid. The plot is so random and pointless but Tyson adores it. I guess is shouldn't put him down about it, since it was my favourite childhood story too. I haven't even told Rachel about it. The funny thing about Rachel is, she's a super great kisser and a great babe, but she's always about herself and would totally spill all my secrets to Calypso and her other minions. I read Tyson the story quick and easy, I need to sort through my thoughts.

"ok, Sammy Sea Turtle goes on an adventure and meets Cali Clown fish. They travel through the ocean to rescue Polly the princess angel fish and save the day hooray! The end."

I flop lop the book closed and stand up from the couch. It's 7:00 and I have to get to school. Tyson just stares at me.

"you forgot the ending!" He says, stomping his foot.

"oh and they all got ice cream from the ice cream parlour. Now... THE END." I say, grabbing my kitbag.

I wave goodbye to my mom and head out the door. I walk past Annabeth's house on my root everyday, and normally she's already gone being the early bird that she is. But today she dashes out the door, her wavy blonde hair flowing in the wind. She runs down her driveway and slams right into me. we tumble to the ground and in the end I'm on top of her. She stares at me.

"sorry," she mumbles. "I was rushing."

"No problemo..." I say, awkwardly. I couldn't shake the feeling that we were actually making physical contact.

"Um, can I get up?" She asks. My face turns red.

"oh! Right, yes!" I quickly stand up and she follows suit.

"wow, this is the longest we're gone without insulting each other." She remarks, smiling. A real genuine smile.

"Yeah, it's weird. Your hair looks like a rat died in it by the way." I say, grinning.

"oh thanks, the kindness never ends. Now, if you'll excuse me I've gotta get to school. Some of us want to get there on time." She says, beginning to walk away.

"wait!" I call. "I'll walk with you." I catch up to her and fall into her pace.

"Um, ok?" She says, looking at me confused.

" so, about the project..." I say, trying to get a conversation going.

"what about it, Percy?" She asks. "It's the least of my worries right now."

"Well, I was thinking, we could meet up? At your place maybe?" I ask.

she freezes and faces me. Her stare pierces mine.

"no, most definitely not at my place." She says, firmly.

"Ok... How about mine then? Is that ok with you scary Lady?" I ask.

she nods. "Fine. I guess so."

"Ok, so how about after school? I'll drive you there."

"Such a gentlemen, and sure."

We we arrive at school and part ways. I get a funny feeling in my stomach as she waves goodbye and walks down the hall to her Locker. She's different that's for sure. I sigh and walk to my own locker. As I dial the combination Rachel walks up to me.

"Hey Percy wercy! How's my sugar daddy?" She says, she reeks of her "perfume". I call it skunk spray... But when I do, she gets mad.

"Hey Rach." I say, Absentmindedly.

she plants a huge wet kiss right on my Lips. I kiss her back but it feels stranger. We pull away and she grins.

"listen, I need to borrow some money, Me and the ladies are going shopping and my mom took away my credit card." She huffs.

great. She always takes advantage of my money. She knows my family's rich. heck, everyone knows. My dad is a huge business mogul around the world, that's why he's never home. I hate it when she asks for money, but I always end up giving it to her.

"fine," I grumble and hand her fifty bucks. She frowns.

"Percy, she is a shopping trip, I'm gonna need at least three thousand dollars."

"Sorry, but my account was cut off by my parents," lie. "So that's all I have. Actually," I take a ten dollar bill from the bunch. "I need this to buy lunch."

he her faces goes red and she gets angry. Oh gods, here we go.

"wow! My own boyfriend won't fund my shopping trips! Thanks a lot a percy, now I can't go shopping! You ruined my day." She huffs and walks down the hall, flipping her red curly hair.

Typical Rachel, give me a break. My mom didn't really cut off my money, but she did get mad at me for spending so much on Rachel. She's never liked Rachel. I pull out my english and biology books and slam my locker shut. This day is gonna suck.

"wow, someone's cranky today."

I smile and turn around to see my best friends Grover and Nico standing there.

"And so what if I am Grover." I say.

"whoa, no need to get defensive. Just askin."

Grover uses his walking stick thingies to walk closer to me. He has a walking disability and people pick on him about it all the time. He's kind of a dork, dating a garden club girl and all but we've been friends since we were in kindergarden so I brought him to the top with me. Nico, we met in grade school, sixth grade. He was the new kid and everyone called him "the goth boy". But he knew how to play soccer baseball so that meant he was cool.

"Ok, one moment..." Nico says. "The doctor is almost ready." Grover grins. Here we go.

"hi, I'm doctor Phil, let's talk about your problems." Grover says in a deep voice. I laugh.

Maybe be today would turn out to be a decent one. I enter homeroom with a stupid grin on my face and sit down behind Annabeth like I normally do. Whenever I was in the eighth grade, I had a slight crush on her, but she hated me and so over time, I started hating her. I mean, I don't hate her as much as I used to. I never really did, I acted that way and it kinda stuck. The way we spoke to each other this morning, maybe she doesn't hate me that much anymore. The bell rings to signal that first period has begun, time for biology. I hate this subject.

Annabeth's POV

I suck at art. Piper is AMAZING At it, making beautiful sunsets and cute little chipmunks. I specialize in making blobs, odd shapes and... Wait for it... Circles. I can at least perfect making a circle... I guess because it has a bit to do with math. But art class is the only class that Hazel, Thalia, Piper and I have together so I guess I can survive it. Mrs. Rossi goes on and on about the importance of technique and steady hands but I tune out. Art does nothing for me. I've already gotten a few universities asking for me. But I dream of becoming an architect. It's my lifelong goal. My mom was one, and I was always fantasized by her work. She'd show me models of buildings she'd be working on at the time and i'd always make suggestions like adding more sparkles. I sigh, thinking about my mom. Someone shakes my shoulder, it's Piper.

"Annie, she asked you a question," Piper whispers.

"Annabeth! What is your answer?" demands.

uh..I.. Um.. What was the question again?" I stutter. The other classmates giggle.

"Nevermind, the time and era of the question has passed." What?! "Class, let's keep working on our still life pieces please. Annabeth? May I have a word?"

I nod and follow Mrs. Rossi into the hallway.

"Annabeth, my darling, is everything ok? You seem to be quite distracted in my class."

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Rossi, but art isn't my thing. I just can't focus." I admit. She nods.

"your mother was just like you. We went to school together. She was always a daydreamer, and much like yourself she loved being the top student in her classes... Except Art. She was terrible! Horrifying! No offence."

"none taken. My mom was always a bad artist anyway, she embraced It."

"Exactly! Anyway, just, I wanted you to know that even though you can't even paint skies or even trees, your motivation is helping your marks. But just try to pay attention next time, ok?"

"Yes ma'am. Of course." I say, nodding my head.

"Good, now get in there and get painting!" She says, clapping her hands. I nod and enter the classroom again.

this time I paint a pretty decent sunset. Piper admires my effort and congrats me on my improvement. Yeah yeah, that's just a nice way of saying you did better than awful... But only slightly. I walk out of art as the bell rings and head to English. yay! Project time! This'll be fun... But, Percy Jackson isn't as bad as he always used to be. Not friend just yet but... Acquaintance.