Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson, why would I be typing this up? All rights go to Mr. Rick Riordan

Annabeth's Point of View:

I tensed up as I heard the voice. I was too familiar with it and heard it more times than I needed to. I glanced at Percy and was surprised to see him send mother a SOS look.

I looked up to see an ugly face. Her face was full of makeup, I didn't think anyone could fix her up. She was the captain of the cheerleaders so she often had her two minions, Danielle and Bella. To be honest, the cheerleaders weren't so bad. But her uncle was the former principal of the school so she believed she owned the school.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Verona. I don't like you."

I mentally face-palmed. How could you get her name wrong now? I watched everyone turn around.

"Oh, Percy-poo." She giggled, making me want to puke. "You're just saying my name wrong because you're too shy. It's cute. Repeat after me. Ver-on-i-ca."

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. Sorry, but I have to take my group to home room."

"Oh! What's your home room? Who are these bitches and these hotties?"

I could literally feel power coming from all directions. Every god and goddess was pissed off.

"Sorry, but who's the bitch here? You don't even how to put on make-up. Just look at my face and compare it to yours. We both use makeup but I use it so much better than you. Don't wash your face with makeup. Your face looks like a cake."

Katie, Hazel, Piper and I tried to suppress giggles. Leave it to the goddess of beauty to come to your aid.

"Besides," Lady Artemis said, pointing to her clothes. "No one that I know of wears 5 sizes too small. Dite knows how to look beautiful without being too revealing. What is your problem? Too ugly?"

At this, we couldn't help but let a few snorts escape.

"And you."Hera said, walking up."These 'hotties' are taken."

Veronica turned into shades of purple as his minions tried to calm her down. "DO YOU KNOW WHO MY DADDY IS?! MY DADDY IS THE BEST LAWYER! MY MOMMY IS A MODEL! I OWN THIS SCHOOL! UNCLE FREDDY OWNS THIS SCHOOL!"

"Owned." I muttered. "Or used to own."

"And my father is a king," mother said, winking. The demigods laughed. Zeus looked proud. Figures.

"I'M NOT JOKING!"

"I'm not either."

"MY DAD IS A LAWYER AND MY MUM IS A MODEL! UNCLE FREDDY OWNS THE SCHOOL. YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU." She turned towards Percy and he glared at her. Quickly, she turned away. Then, she faced Ares. "Hello, babe. What's your name? I like your car. Wanna come over to my house? My parents are not home."

Ares had on a horrified face that made Leo laugh. "Ew, no."

She pouted. And scanned the boys.

"Don't even think about it." Zeus growled.

"You're all just playing hard to get." She said in a flirty voice.

Poseidon got angry. "Get out, bitch."

She placed a hand on his arm. "Hey, hottie. You look like Percy. Are you related?"

Lord Poseidon pulled away with a disgusted look.

She pouted again.

Then, she moved on to my grandfather. Now, that's not a wise idea.

Hera slapped her face, leaving a fresh, red hand print.

The group laughed. Hera was wiping her hands across a locker because she 'accidentally' wiped off some of her make up. Veronica had a pale spot on her face and she was on the floor.

"UGH!" She left, her minions following close behind.

Then, we went our separate ways. Some of us have Mr. Blofis and some of us has Mr. Calise.


Author's Note: Sorry to all those named Veronica and all the other names I have used in the story. I apologize if you are offended. If you have a problem, post it in the review and I'll change it. But I'm really bad with thinking of names. I can't think of a good one to save my life.