ANNABETH

I walked into the brightly lit journalism room with a smile plastered on my place. It's been two weeks since the beginning of school, two weeks since I met Percy Jackson, and two weeks since our journalism teacher, Mr. Brunner (AN: I'm pretty sure you know that name ;)) was gone on some vacation.

"Hey Annabeth," Katie Gardner called, waving me over to my usual computer by her. She was the Ink and Paper's editor.

"How's my favorite editor?" I held up a copy of my story about Percy Jackson.

"AC," Katie sighed. "You know I can't edit that till Brunner approves."

I groaned in response and collapsed in my chair. "When is he getting here?"

"I'd say he's right behind you," Mr. Brunner said, making me jump. This caused Travis to snicker at me.

"Shut it Stoll!" I barked, making his grin back in amusement. I turned to face my favorite teacher. He was old, with brown -going gray- hair. He was about six feet tall and always wore this weird hoove necklace.

"Now Annabeth," Mr. Brunner looked down at me. "Is that how we talk to our fellow journalists?"

Its when I let my anger get the best of me is when he decided to treat me like a child.

"No," I grumbled, still glaring at Travis. This was the only class that he didn't share with Connor, and for that I was glad.

"Now," Mr. Brunner turned away from me and walked to the front of the classroom. "I have a couple of announcement to make."

I looked at him expectantly while Mr. Brunner looked down at a clipboard that was clasped in his hands.

"I have assignments for this month's paper," this made all of us cheer with delight. "Stoll, you'll be on the—"

Before Mr. Brunner could announce the thing that would keep me up till midnight tonight, the door opened.

I half expected Percy to flew through the door like he did the first day, but instead of the Roman God like teen, it was a Greek Goddess beauty.

Black hair fell in gorgeous waves down the girl's back. Striking blue eyes stared out as she stepped through the door. Dressed in ripped up pink jeans, a white off the shoulder top, and a pink tank peeking out she screamed girly priss from a mile away.

"I'm so sorry," the girl's voice was sweet and kind as she shut the wooden door behind her and straightened her tan leather messenger bag. She crossed her ankles, making me take note in the pink converse. "They told me that journalism was on the first floor and not in the basement."

The girl, in which every guy was eyeing and half the girls were glaring at, sighed. "I'm Silena Beauregard, just moved here from Arizona."

"Ah, yes, Beauregard," smiled at the newbie. "You did journalism at your old school, correct?"

"Call me Silena," she corrected, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I was."

"And how do you think you did?"

"Eh," Silena shrugged. "Nothing like my mother."

"Well," Mr. Brunner flipped a page on the clipboard. "It says here that you were nominated for seven awards by both the local paper and the state for your work as well as won three competitions and was the editor for the paper."

My mouth dropped, oh gods.

"Well," Silena looked down, not wanting to continue.

"Take a seat next to Chase, Silena," Mr. Brunner nodded to the empty chair beside me before flipping back to the assignment page.

"Now, Stoll you're on cheerleading. Gardener you're own the Eco protest next week in Central Park. Silena I want you to interview our new trouble making Percy Jackson. Chase I—"

"Wait," Silena looked at Mr. Brunner if he was crazy. "A Percy Jackson goes here? Is he like, six-four...ish, with dark black hair and insanely sweet sea green eyes. Rides a motorcycle he nicknamed Blackjack, and has most of the girl student population drooling?" Silena stated all these facts as if they were nothing. This lead to even more stares from everyone.

"You know him?" Travis questioned as Silena's kind blue eyes got dark.

She mumbled something illegible under her breath before yanking out her phone. Now, if this was any other class the phone would be snatched on sight, but obviously this girl knew that when you're in journalism- the teacher doesn't care if you have your phone out.

Mr. Brunner continued, not taking much thought into Silena's outburst. Though, I watched as the white painted nails sailed across the touchscreen keyboard of her Iphone... 5? A look of annoyance was plastered on her face as she texted a girl named: Clarisse La Rue.

Silena roughly shoved her phone into her pocket before turning towards me.

I, being me, looked at Mr. Brunner waiting for my name to be called.

"Chase," Mr. Brunner looked at me once he got to the end. "Your assignment is to write an article on that new teen band, In the Dark. I want you to find out all you can."

This made half the room squeal with jealousy while I stared in shock.

"You want me... me! To do an fan article on a band that has bizarre nicknames and wears masks?!" I demanded.

It was true, the band held seven members that all wear masks, had nicknames, and only held one picture on the whole web. Though, the band started about two weeks ago they were one of the fastest growing sensation to hit America. With three songs that were constantly on the radio, they had grown a great fanbase.

"Yes, Chase." Mr. Brunner told me as he walked back to his desk. "Question me again and I'll take you off the paper rotation for three months."

Cursing, I turned back to my computer and began to do what little research there was available.

LATER

PERCY

I walked quickly to meeting spot, hiding a smirk. Our band, In the Dark, was doing amazing. Thalia and Juniper songs played on the radio as well as my own. But, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that I would relive my old band days...

I shook the thought off as I approached Annabeth's locker, the designated meeting place for the lot of us to meet before lunch. Everyone was there, which was no shocker at all. I often got held after class by girls... Gods, the girls here were getting ridiculous.

"Hey Perce," Grover greeted, fist pumping me as I got there.

"What took you so long?" Annabeth demanded.

"Some freshmen was trying to ask me out," I sighed, remember how a very cute little freshmen was stuttering while trying to ask me out. I told her that I was interested but I would totally being willing to help her learn a part with her cello. Something about some recital in two weeks.

"Well, next time we're going to ditch you, alright?" Annabeth answered heatedly. Though, the threat made me smirk. She said that every day and every day she made everyone wait for me.

"Whatever you say, Annie," I teased, making her smack me.

"Don't call me Annie, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth shot back, eyes narrowed.

"Seaweed Brain?" I questioned, straightening up.

"That's all that seems to be in that head of yours, that and air anyways," Annabeth taunted smirking as we led the group to the cafeteria.

"Oh yeah, Wise Girl?" I spoke the first thing that came to mind.

"Wise Girl?" Annabeth cocked a hip at me, her books balancing in her arms. "What kind of insult is that?"

"First thing that came to—"

"PERCY JACKSON!" A shrill, very familiar screech echoed around the halls. Students cleared behind us as I turned to face the noise. A blur of pink flashed across my vision before I was nearly tackled to the ground. My hands wrapped around the body of Silena Beauregard before she promptly let go.

As she did I saw that she was still as beautiful and as pink as ever. But instead of a smile and kind eyes I saw a pissed off expression that made me want to run.

"How dare you not talk to me in a year Percy Jackson," she raised her fist high before promptly slamming it into my shoulder... repeatedly. Now, if you've ever seen Silena, she doesn't look like the type of girl who could pack a punch but she was the stepsister and stepdaughter of Clarisse La Rue and Ares La Rue. So it hurt... a lot.

"Ow! Ow!" I winced as she kept hitting me. "Ow! Silena knock it off!"

"No!" Silena kicked me hard in the shins. "Do you know how worry I was? Charles, Riss, and I didn't have a clue where you'd gone."

"Silena," Charles Beckendorf, a good friend of mine and boyfriend to Silena, grabbed his girlfriend around the waist and pulled her attacking fists away from me.

"Let me go Charlie!" She screeched, trying to strangle me with her manicured fingers. Now, if I called Beckendorf Charlie, or anything like his first name, I would be eating a mouthful of fist. But since he loved Silena, she was allowed.

"No Baby," he cooed into her neck, making her efforts weaken. "If you hurt Jackson anymore before Clarisse gets one good punch, your sister might strangle you."

"Whoa," I stepped away from the two. "La Rue is here?"

"You got that right punk?" the cool voice of my good friend and tormentor, Clarisse La Rue, spoke behind me. I whirled around to face her, not surprised by the sight like my friends were.

Clarisse La Rue was a very buff girl with the stubbornness of a mule. Her blonde hair was flat against her face, yet fuller than last time. And she had swapped the boy clothes she wore last year for more feminine clothes. Both of which I was sure Selina had a say in. But it didn't mean that Clarisse couldn't rip me, who was pretty buff if I do say so myself, in half.

"How the gods are you three even here?" I demanded while Clarisse took to her usual greeting that she reserved just for me- grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me close.

"You made Selina very sad you know that Jackson?" Clarisse growled. "And I don't like it when my stepsister is upset."

Clarisse slammed a closed fist into my stomach making me gasp in pain. If I wasn't used to this greeting I would be on the floor moaning. Yeah, that's how hard the girl can punch.

"Nice to see you too, La Rue," I gasped, straightening up and letting the familiar sensation of pain fill me.

Annabeth, who was looking confused, spoke at last. "Do you want to tell me exactly what in Zues's name are you people doing here?!"

Sorry its short, slightly rushed, and I haven't updated in ever! Anways comment, review, flame, etc. ~Minty