Shoutout to Cassidy Rose for making me smile veeeerry big and to ChrystalineCD for the wonderful writing tips, I will try my best:)

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I rubbed my knee, and then flinched, a bruise was already forming, and the gash stung.

Early this morning when getting off, or should I say attractively tumbling off off of Percy's bike, I had skinned it.

He freaked a bit when it happened. He just about called an ambulance.

A little flutter ripples through my stomach when I think about his face, just inches from mine.

~flashback~

We rumbled up a side road along the school and he stopped in a small parking lot at the end of it that I had never been in before the first time he drove me here last week.

There was a building back here that I assumed was the art building because a huge, beautiful mural. It was of everything; pain and happiness, trees and skyscrapers, night and day. It gave me shivers, as it does every time.

Then, he kicked down the stand and slid off.

I swallowed and looked up, and then without thinking, basically swan dived off of bike.

I still don't know how he didn't laugh his head off, because I must have looked ridiculous as I crashed into the pavement, face fist.

I threw my hands up, but it was too late. My knees were both sliced up, and my cheek grazed the asphalt, leaving three relatively shallow gashes. All my hands did was get themselves messed up too, tiny rocks embedded themselves into my palms and they stung like a sunburn, red hot and sensitive to the touch.

He basically launched himself onto me by the time I processed all of this, and when I rolled onto my back, he had both his hands planted on the ground next to my shoulders, and he leaned over me, his eyes panicked.

He leaned his weight on his left hand as he used his right to brush across my face, his eyes focused and observant. It came to a stop at my cheek.

His eyes widened, and he blew air out in a humph.

It was hot on my skin and my glasses fogged up a bit.

I don't think he noticed, because he sat back on his heels, and asked me if anything hurt at all. I shook my head no but he snapped his arms out and held my head still, and he began to talk about concussions.

He had me talk a bit, and then had me sit up and then stand. I turned away so he wouldn't see me wince.

I knew I was completely fine, and I couldn't see why he looked so upset. As much as I hated to admit it, I didn't mind that he looked like he cared.

Even my dad never looked at me like that, at least that I can remember.

~end of flashback~

"Can anyone,"

That was directed at me, I know it.

"Tell me what you learned in last night's reading?"

Mr. Jackson-Blofis, said, taking his narrowed eyes off of me as he turned with his hands clasped behind his back, pacing the front of the room.

He was the only teacher that still had a chalkboard, other than a really old math teacher with fine candyfloss white hair, and a suit. He always smells like baby powder and denture cream and cologne and coffee, I know because my locker is right near the staff room, and he comes by a lot.

I was looking at the chalkboard because mixed in with all of the streaks of dust, I thought I saw Percy's name. It was barely noticeable, and it was scribble; but Mr. J-B's handwriting. There had been a message there before, for Percy.

Now that I was really paying attention it was almost obvious, I can't believe I just noticed it.

"Annabeth!"

I jolted up, my neck snapping and my eyes wide. He had said it with a smug smile, and it was clear he had been loudly debating to himself who to pick.

Of course I had read the Odyssey. I read it in third grade. But we made an agreement. On the second day of school, he had ushered me up to the front of the room after class and asked me if I liked to read.

I told him yes sir, that I did very much, and he handed me The Hunt for Red October. He said he loved it, and after ushering at my bag said that he guessed I might like too.

I looked down at my bag below my desk now and taped it a little bit further underneath me with the toe of my shoe. I basically lift weights because of it, but i'm happy about that because I don't do much else.

After that day we had become sort of friends, but the fact that my only friend other than Percy this school year was my teacher, is kind of really sad.

He made a promise to me that as long as I didn't cause any trouble, He would never call on me. Never. I shook my head quickly and held eye contact, pleading. His eyes just said,

"For your own good."

By now, it had been long enough that students began to twist in their seats to see who this Annabeth chick was, why they hadn't hear of her, and why she wasn't answering.

I made the mistake of glancing down and caught blondies eye, and began to feel sick. I slapped myself in my head. If I just answer…

I let out a puff of air in a hiss, " We learned," my voice cracked.

"Um, Charybdis and Scylla. We read from the sirens island. Odysseus and his men go between Scylla and Charybdis, monsters. If they." I took a shaky breath.

"Scylla is a monster with six heads who swallows one sailor for each head from every ship that gets too close. Charybdis is a big whirlpool that would suck a ship down. They have to go perfectly between or be killed by who they get too close to."

Everyone turned away, some had while I was talking, but not blue eyes.

He stared at me through the rest of class, and when I made a point not to look at him, which was always, I could feel his stare itching my skull.

Mr. J-B nodded and gave me a small, sincere smile before walking down the aisle, two from mine looking for more prey. I would have to stay after class to ask if this would happen more often.

While he explained the two monsters in greater detail, I glanced out of the window. A big oak tree sat outside this building, and a huge, thick branch rested almost eye level to the window.

The sharp bell made the whole class jump, and I am ninety eight percent sure that some people had fallen asleep. I class cleared out as I shuffled around my perfectly organized papers in my bag, waiting.

I walked with purpose up to his desk and made a rash decision. I slammed my hand on his desk with suck force his pen cup clattered. I scared myself.

I pulled my hand back as he looked at me in shock and he said,

"What was that?!"

I had realized earlier that I still had a bit of tape on a nail from last nights video, and as I picked it off while he rambled about getting out there and that this was high school, a boy walked in.

A particular boy with black hair and green eyes. And he was mad.

OOOHHHH! What happened? (Tbh I honestly don't even know cuz i'm starting that chapter tomorrow…) Hope you all had a great week. It's finals next week for me so yay:/ Bye ya'll:)