I'm sorry for not updating sooner. I've had term final exams these last 2 weeks, and they just got over. To make up for that, longer chapter. And on that note, since I'm on spring break, I should be updating more often.

Annabeth's House—

Percy put on fake smile, hoping to convince Annabeth's mother of his genuineness. He then turned to Annabeth, still with the cheery grimace on his face, "Hello Annabeth. I'm your new tutor, Mr. Jackson. Pleased to meet you."

Percy stuck out his hand as Annabeth glared at it dubiously, as though it were infested with bugs.

Mrs. Chase smiled at the young man's polite behavior, just what she needed to train Annabeth out of her standoffish and arrogant personality. She looked back at Percy, smiling brightly, "Well if that's it and introductions are done, I'd be thrilled, Mr. Jackson, if you and Annabeth started tutoring right away. Annabeth, show him to your room."

"But mom…" Annabeth began protesting. There was no way that she could bring a guy into her room, let alone this guy, her one and only nemesis.

"That's a brilliant idea, Mrs. Chase," Percy said, adjusting his thin wire frames.

Mrs. Chase blushed once at the young man's compliment before ushering Annabeth out, "Annabeth, take him now."

Annabeth was determined to openly show him all the displeasure. "This way," she grumbled, irritated.

Percy let out a low, hoarse chuckle to Mrs. Chase, "Feisty, isn't she? Don't worry, Mrs. Chase, I'm sure we'll get along splendidly."

Percy closed the door behind them after they had both entered the room. Annabeth was scared stiff, her back as straight as a hare. "What do you want?" She hissed.

"What do you want, Master?" Percy corrected her with a slightly vile undertone. "Have you forgotten that already?"

"Look, I don't know what you did to be hired by my mom, but you better not do anything to me. She's right there."

"I'm not stupid…Unlike some people I can mention," Percy glared at her pointedly, insinuating she was the object of his accusation.

"Shut up. Now that you're here, what do you want? How could you irritate me here? Don't tell me you're actually here to tutor me for the SAT," Annabeth rolled her eyes at the last statement. What exactly did he want to accomplish? It seemed futile to her.

"As a matter of fact, I am here to tutor you. I'm not that low. I'll keep my promise to your mom while I have my own agenda to deal with you."

"Alright then, Master, what are we starting with?"

Percy dug into his briefcase, pulling out a thick blue book that landed with a huge thump as he dropped it on her desk: "The Official SAT Study Guide".

Annabeth's face paled at the thought of going through the whole book, "You can't be serious?! I can't do this!"

"Are you finally admitting that you're dumb?"

"Don't you dare call me dumb! I'm just dyslexic," Annabeth's cheeks flushed. Her dyslexia had always been the cause of most of her problems. She was, in fact, smarter than her mother thought, but dyslexia always kicked in the worst during tests, causing her to panic and do poorly.

Percy's raised his eyebrows disbelievingly, "That's your excuse? You're dyslexic?"

"Why do you even bother tutoring me? You're just going to insult my every word. Besides, you don't seem to exude any brilliance yourself, sunshine," Annabeth's words dripped with sarcasm.

"I got into NYU with honors," Percy began.

"Aren't you just a genius?" Annabeth retorted sharply.

"With dyslexia," Percy finished, saying it almost imperceptibly.

Annabeth's eyes widened, "You're dyslexic too?"

"That's what I just said. Why do you think your mom hired me? She thought that I could help you better since I understand your situation. You're right. I wasn't the brightest in my class, but look at me now. I'm my father's heir to his corporation, and I got into NYU."

"Wow…" Annabeth breathed out, "And you're actually going to help me?"

"Yes, now turn to the first practice test section and begin."

"How long are—"

"Stop talking. Do your work," Percy had gotten up and walked to the window, staring at his apartment window. "You know, you have a pretty good view of my room from here." He suggested, with a small grin on his face.

"Shut up, you perv! I'm trying to work."

The next two hours passed by quietly, with no interaction between the two. Percy had grabbed a book from Annabeth's shelf and had proceeded to looking through it while Annabeth struggled with the reading passages.

Percy looked over her shoulder curiously, "Reading? Give the book to me."

He went through the problems she had done. Annabeth had done just fine in the math section, but then came reading. Two out of every 13 were right for each passage. Percy looked at her with a sense of disdain, "That's 15%. You can't even get into a community college with that score!"

"That's why you're here to help!"

Percy sat down right beside her, so close that the stench of his Axe overwhelmed her. "Look here. Take each passage line by line. Don't rush. It's better not to answer the questions than to get them all wrong."

Annabeth's breath was hitched at his close presence; she couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, "What?"

Percy glared at her, "You're making a very convincing statement proving that you are stupid."

"I didn't hear you the first time!"

Heaving a sigh, Percy re-explained it, "Here, let's do this passage together."

Annabeth put all her focus into the work in front of her, ignoring the proximity as much as possible. Successfully having gone through one, Percy waited for her to do the next question. Annabeth tuned out all the things distracting her, solely looking for what the question stated. She circled c, looking at Percy expectantly. He looked down at the answer and then back up again, "Good job." Percy had to fight back a small smile at Annabeth's bright shining eyes.

"Let's do the next passage," he said quickly.

He began reading the passage out loud. His voice almost put Annabeth in a dream like trance; it was so smooth but rough at the same time. Inadvertently, Annabeth had moved closer to Percy during this time. Her head dipped close to his.

"Got it?" he asked. Percy looked up to find Annabeth's face inches from his own. There was a moment when neither of them moved, but Percy cleared his throat loudly, "Ahem."

Annabeth instantly moved away, "I—"

"I should probably be leaving now. It's late," Without another word, Percy slung his bag over his shoulder, leaving Annabeth in the room alone. Once back in his room, he collected his thoughts. Just what exactly was he doing? Why did he go to tutor her in the first place? Shaking his head free from such thoughts, he plopped down on to his bed; face first, waiting for the sleep to hit him.

Next Day—

Percy went to visit Nico again. Like last time, he was still with him drums.

"Hey Perce," Nico greeted cheerfully.

"What's up man?"

"Not much. How about you?"

"Nothing."

"How's it going with the slave of yours?"

"It's fine."

"Give me the details bro. You two lasted longer than I expected. You aren't dating her are you?"

"Shut up DiAngelo," Percy punched Nico in the shoulder. "Hell no."

"Then…"

"Why would I go out with a girl like that? My slave becomes my girlfriend. That makes sense," Percy wasn't sure if Nico had caught on to the sarcasm, so he said, "The answer is no."

"That's how it works in movies."

"Nico, do me a favor."

"Yeah?"

"Shut the hell up." Percy left his friend. It was pointless talking with a guy like that. He didn't know why he even went to visit him in the first place.

Later that Week—

Annabeth's mother was noticing a change in her daughter's behavior. The initial animosity which she had shown her tutor was now gone, replaced more with an alternating pattern of grins and grimaces.

Mr. Jackson had called to let her know that he was taking Annabeth somewhere today. His instructions were that Annabeth was to wear something nice.

"Annabeth," her mother almost sang, "Mr. Jackson called."

"What did he want?" Annabeth asked curiously.

"He's taking you somewhere. Wear something elegant."

"What?!"

"Just do it."

Annabeth considered going out in her school clothes. She didn't have to dress up nice just so because he wanted. But she remembered the first time he had taken her to a restaurant. She hated to admit it, but the man had class. Even if she dressed up badly, it would only ruin her own reputation, not his.

She threw on a gray, knee-length dress, with a thin belt strapping the waist. Annabeth decided to let her hair down; it wasn't too curly today and looked decent enough.

At 6:00 prompt, the doorbell rang, Percy standing outside. He looked…gorgeous. Annabeth had to admit that Percy always cleaned up well, today more so than others. He had on a black suit with a green tie to match his sea green eyes.

"Mrs. Chase, I thought I'd take Annabeth out to dinner for the night. She's been working hard enough these past few days, and she deserves a break."

"Oh, of course," Mrs. Chase looked flustered at Percy's appearance, but said nothing about it.

"Well, Annabeth," Percy smirked, "You ready." Once Mrs. Chase had ushered them out of the house, Annabeth turned to Percy, her eyebrows pulled together in a quizzical look, "What are you playing at?"

"Nothing. Just thought we could chill. I didn't want to spend my Friday night tutoring you, so don't think this is a big deal."

"Of course," Annabeth muttered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing Master," She replied in a falsely sweet manner.

"Get in," Percy gestured to the Maserati.

"Why are you being nice?"

"Do you want me to be rude?"

"No…"

"Then do as I tell you."

With a huff, Annabeth got into her seat, strapping the buckle, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Percy pulled out of the garage, with his arm around her seat. Annabeth cringed away, but Percy didn't notice anything.

The car ride, as per normal, was silent. Annabeth felt that any attempt at conversation would result in a failure and that her best bet was to keep her mouth shut.

They had driven deep into downtown New York City when Percy pulled into the entrance of the restaurant. Annabeth couldn't see the name of the restaurant, but knew it was fancy when a porter opened the door from her. Percy tossed the man the keys, indicating he should go park it.

"What is this place?! Why did you bring me here?"

"Have you never heard of the Per Se? I guess I should have expected it, considering your sense of class…"

"The Per Se? As in one of the most expensive restaurant in NYC?"

"Yes, as in THE Per Se."

All Annabeth could say then was, "Why?"

"Like I said. I wanted to go out, but I'm stuck tutoring you. I brought you along instead. I told your mom we will be studying as well."

"We're going to study here."

"I said that's what I told her, not what we're actually going to do. Anyway, I hope you don't mind. This place has a fixed dining service already, so you don't have the hassle of ordering."

"Thanks," Annabeth rolled her eyes at his consideration.

They had a private table for two already arranged, the food causing the table to groan. The wafts coming from the dishes were too much for Annabeth to bear. She could hardly contain her excitement as she teased, "I thought you didn't eat with your slaves."

"I do on occasion," Percy grinned, his straight, white teeth flashing a smile at her. Annabeth put a fist on her heart, making sure it wasn't audible enough for him to hear. But Percy just looked at her pointedly, "You going to eat?"

"Yes!" Annabeth dug into her food, not even noticing Percy's upturned mouth. He too proceeded to eating. Dinner conversation was limited, mainly consisted of pauses where both were taking a breather from their entrée.

Percy seemed oddly curious all of a sudden, asking Annabeth questions about school, her life, her childhood, and other things in general. Yet, when Annabeth mentioned any of those to him, he would clam up immediately, changing the topic. Annabeth wasn't sure if he was even listening to her half the time. He would nod once in a while, holding her eyes intently with his own.

Their conversation dropped again as they brought out the tiramisu and crème brule. Annabeth ate as much as she possibly could till she almost felt like she'd burst. She restrained herself from eating one more bite. Percy, on the other hand, ate as voraciously as he did the rest of the courses. Annabeth didn't know how he ate so much and still managed to stay lean.

"You done?" he asked, wiping some of the cream from the corner of his mouth.

Annabeth nodded absently.

"Come on then."

The car was waiting out for them at the front. Percy tipped the man generously before getting into the driver's seat. As they drove, Annabeth busied herself on her phone, texting her mother to avoid any more conversation with Percy.

By the time they had gotten out of the car, it had started to rain, the downpour hitting them full on.

Percy's suit drench immediately, but they were within a yard of the apartment buildings. Annabeth knew she was probably a sight to see with her wet hair hanging loosely, but she didn't care any longer. He was dripping with rain too.

"Thank you for everything, Master," With that, she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek before making a run for her apartment.

Percy just stood there in a dazed state, letting himself to soak to the bone.

Nine pages. Wow. Anyway, I have a few new stories planned out. I plan on updating/writing the chapters sometime this next week. Like I said, I'm on break, so more updates, but don't hold me to it.

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