Oh my gods guys! I'm so super sorry for not updating in forever! For a week it was just that I was at my aunt's house and had forgotten the flash drive with all my stories so no writing, but she didn't have Internet cause it crashed anyway. Then when I got home, guess what? Writer's Block.

*Irritated huff* So, I've been taking it one story at a time, taking turns staring at the screen. Good thing my neighbor got a pool. Now I spend most of my time swimming trying to cure my WB.

Interesting Fact About Me: I swim like a dolphin or mermaid. Whichever you'd rather use, cause it's really the same.

So enjoy this chapter and know that my writer's block is not completely cured so do not be expecting the usual quick updates for this story! :/

Chapter 7-Lunch

12:30 PM

Cafeteria

Goode High School

Annabeth had been rambling on about a bunch of stuff Nico didn't understand for the last fifteen minutes. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"Speak English, woman!" He demanded, exasperated.

Annabeth looked at him offended. "Nico! I am! And if you'd rather listen to silence, I propose you shut up! Or start a conversation for crying out loud."

"I will!" Nico responded, then looked at the rest of the table of staring people. "So….what's your favorite color?"

The table laughed at Nico's attempt at a conversation. Chase wiped at his eyes and replied, "Green."

Leon went next, "Purple."

The table turned their attention to him, eyebrows raised, and laughter close behind.

"What?" He asked, scowling. "Got a problem with it?"

"I like….light pink," Danny smiled.

"Yellow," Lottie smiled.

"Black!" Nico nearly shouted. "All your guys' colors are too bright and happy."

The table was thrown into laughter again as Annabeth continued with her answer.

"Grey."

"Blue," Percy shrugged. Everyone rolled their eyes. "What?"

Annabeth laughed and kissed his cheek quickly. She then went back to examining the odd grey lump on her tray. She was about to make a comment on it when it moved.

"AAAAHHH!" She jumped out of her chair and hid behind Percy, pointing at the grey thing. "Sp-Sp-Spiders!"

And indeed there were. There had been small spiders crawling inside the grey lump on the tray. There had to be at least five to ten spiders crawling around in the school lunch.

Danny looked at Annabeth curiously. Annabeth Chase, probably the toughest girl she'd ever met except this one girl she met on vacation (That's another story), was afraid of eight-legged hairy creatures. But these eight-legged hairy creatures seemed to know exactly where Annabeth was, and even though they were small, they crawled menacingly towards Annabeth and Percy.

Percy snatched the Leon's empty tray and slammed it down on the line of spiders.

"There. All gone. You're safe," He smiled and kissed Annabeth's hair as she sat back down hesitantly. Annabeth took deep, shaky breaths to calm her nerves.

Annabeth look at everyone apologetically. "Sorry, it's just-" she shivered "-spiders." Danny nodded as if she understood, though she was not, in fact, afraid of spiders. She was afraid of any flying insect except for flies.

"That's okay! Everyone's afraid of something," Lottie shrugged as she continued to eat her lunch. Nico shook his head.

"Not me! I'm not afraid of anything!" He said defiantly. Percy scoffed as Annabeth rolled her eyes and Grover bit his bottom lip trying hard not to laugh. "What?"

"Oh, nothing! Just your really odd fear of My Little Pony dolls. Remember when Chi-I mean, Mr. Brunner-asked you to watch that one little girl for him while he went to go break up that fight at Camp?" Percy laughed.

Annabeth nodded as Nico turned red. "You were rocking back and forth hugging your knees for three days straight, mumbling 'So-much-happiness. So-many-colors.'!"

Grover couldn't hold back his laughter any longer, and neither could the rest of the table.

3:56 PM

Manhattan, New York

Stewart Residence

Lottie was seated on the couch at her home watching her three-year-old baby half-sister play with her toys while her parents were out shopping/working. Her twin brother, Max, was supposed to be helping her keep track of the child, but he got too busy with his band practice (He plays guitar) and had left her in the living room with the little girl.

"Elizabeth!" She complained as the little girl started to crawl away again. "I'm being paid to watch you not chase after you!"

But the little just giggled and started to try and crawl faster. Lottie eventually caught up to her and scooped the little girl up when the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" She shouted over the noise coming from the garage. Lottie walked to the door with little Elizabeth in arms. She adjusted the girl to her hip as she opened the door to reveal her boyfriend Marco Henderson.

"Marco!" Lottie was surprised. He was supposed to arrive later this evening so that they could go out on their date.

"Hey, babe," Marco said before kissing her cheek and walking into the house. Marco made himself comfortable on the couch then shouted to her, "I heard you were babysitting and figured you could use some help!"

Lottie rolled her eyes. "Help keeping the child in one spot, more like it."

The wall phone in the kitchen started to ring shrilly. It must've been the fifth call from her mom in the last hour. That's every twelve minutes for you who aren't very good at math. Lottie sighed and walked briskly to her boyfriend and handed him the three-year-old and before he could complain, walked into the kitchen and picked up the phone.

"Hello, Stewart residence, home of Mick and Rose Stewart, may I ask who's calling?" Lottie said all in one breath as she went through the same old phone answering routine that had been drilled into her mind from her step-dad Mick.

"Hello? Is this Lottie Stewart?" A voice that definitely did not belong to Mrs. Stewart said.

"Yes, who is this?" Lottie asked, straightening and listening intently.

"This is Annabeth Chase, from Goode. I'm in your Architecture Class and we ate lunch together."

"Annabeth! Where'd you get my number? Not that I'm not happy to-err-hear?-you or anything!"

Annabeth laughed on the other end. "No problem! I'd be surprised too. Anyway, to the reason why I'm calling-my parents are making me throw a little slumber party to meet my new friends that I told them about when I got home and my dad actually stopped playing-sorry, working-with his toys-nope, figurines-to listen. So you free tomorrow, since it'll be Friday and all?"

Lottie had trouble keeping up with Annabeth as she talked. Annabeth had said it all so fast and nonchalant like her parents made her throw a slumber party every week. But it was weird that Mr. and Mrs. Chase would make a seventeen-year-old girl throw a slumber party.

"Ummm…yeah, I think…." Lottie had no idea what to say or how to answer as she quickly skimmed over the calendar hanging on the wall right next to the phone.

"Okay! Thanks, got to call Danny now. By any chance, do you have her number?"

"No, sorry. I only have her old one. But when you get it, could you send it to me?"

"Vlacus," Lottie heard Annabeth mumble under her breath, "Oh well, thanks anyway. And will do! Later!"

And with that last word and giving Lottie no chance to say good-bye herself, the line went dead and Lottie hung up the phone cautiously, only to have it ring again.

"Hello, Stewart residence, home of Mick and Rose Stewart, may I ask who's calling?" Lottie said through a sigh. There was a mumbled reply as Mrs. Stewart checked out.

"Lottie! It's me! Mummy!" Came the accented voice of Mrs. Stewart.

"Hey, Mom," Lottie sighed as her mom went through the annual twelve-minute check up.

I feel like this chapter wasn't very well-written as the others. Your thoughts? Improvement needed? Leave your suggestions and don't forget to warn me about OOC-ness and cliche-ness!

And I take suggestions into account and will try to take the OOC suggestions and put an original spin on it (EX: sword fighting in gym, Annabeth going to Goode, etc.).

I still have two more OC's that have won a competition that are needed to be put in here, but I probably won't add them for awhile since we were just introduced to three.

Anyway, I will be having another one of those contests! Except it'll be for the 350th reviewer! And remember it is for you to create an OC to appear in any one of my stories, two-three at maximum! If you do not wish to create an OC that is fine.

And again, sorry for not updating in forever! Wish I could've but just blame WB! (Writer's Block for those of you who are very slow).

~*J.C*~