Hey kiddos! I'm back really scared that you will kill me. SO my excuse for only two chapters yesterday is that I fell asleep! Authors gotta sleep too! Buuuuuut I hope you refrain from killing me when I tell you this chapter is longer! Not the desirable length by most but still longer! I would've even written more but I wanted to leave you at a cliffy! And then... I'll post more! But after more reviews!:)
BTW Greekgeek25 thanks for the review! I'm glad you like the idea of my story I wasn't really sure about it at first! (I'm writing this publicly bc you have your pm off which is totally ok! I just wanted to tell you I appreciate your review and thank you for not commenting on the length! lol!)
So my friends here it is!
Misery.
Total utter misery.
That is the only word that describes my feelings as I walk into Le Moulin a Cafe early Wednesday morning.
Yesterday Thalia came rushing back to our apartment smiling like the Cheshire Cat on christmas. She started to tell me how she took the liberty of talking to Percy Jackson himself and securing me an interview, that happened to be tomorrow morning.
Fun.
This morning I could not help but drag my feet as I got ready finding something suitable to wear. Thalia wasn't much help either, her only comment being, "Something sexy." and then she carried on stuffing her face.
Eventually I ended up with a tight knee-length pencil skirt, a silky purple blouse, and cute black heels. Instead of throwing my hair into my usual bun I went for a more... noticable style, leaving my hair down and doing a fishtail along the right side pulling back my bangs, the rest of my hair was left hanging.
As I walk into the fancy restaurant my feelings go from misery to nervousness and Annabeth Chase never gets nervous! One would call me confident or even full of it.
Looking around, I try to spot the once familiar face among the sea of people. Glancing about you would see rich people ranging from elderly with boob jobs and tans to newborns wearing chanel and shaking gold rattles.
Plain creepy.
Finally my eyes rest on a lone person. He's in the back of the restaurant in a corner where only if you were looking for someone would you notice.
Walking over, I slightly clear my voice as to get his attention which is centered on a back iPhone 5.
When the familiar raven haired man does not look up I clear my voice again, annoyed.
Finally he looks up, green eyes settling on me. Eyes that were at one point familiar yet over the years have aged much and have lost the playful twinkle to them.
"May I help you?" he asks looking slightly ticked off that someone was bothering his precious time that was being used so wisely.
"Yes, I'm here for an interview, with you." I state crossing my arms a little disappointed he doesn't recognize me.
"Annabeth Chase?" He questions eyes wide as they rake up and down my body. I pretend not to notice when they linger longer in places they shouldn't be and take a seat across from the 'superstar'.
"Yes, that is my name. And you are -"
"Do not say it!" He says holding his hands up stopping me from talking, a worried look in his eyes.
"Okay?" I agree. I plan on getting this job so upsetting the one who could give it to me would not be a good idea, so I refrain form mentioning his name.
"So Annabeth you want to work for me?" The way he accents my name sets me on edge a little. I nod my head before tilting my chin up confidently.
"Why?" He asks, before I can respond he starts again,"You think I don't remember you. Don't you?"
"Do you?" I ask eyebrows raised.
"You're Annabeth Chase. You were the high school class genius. Student council president, member of every club that was worthy of your brains. You were the nice girl. You were the perfectionist who planned prom to every detail, even drawing out a floor plan. Your boyfriend was the sweet, smart guy every girl secretly longed for, I know because my girlfriend did. In fact she dumped me for him when you went of to college early breaking his little heart. Saying that college and your career were more important than him. You dumped pretty much all your school friends only keeping a few like my cousin. You had your life planned out, the details so detailed you knew what you were having for lunch in three years on Monday, May 26th. You went to Harvard majoring in architect. You have a penthouse that you share with my cousin in New York City. You had a perfect job until they fired you because of 'budget cuts' when we all know that your boss was afraid of losing her job to you. You know how I know most of this." He asks, knowing I know the answer.
"Because you were my best friend."
Soooo shocker?! Tell me in a review why Annabeth quote on quote hates Percy... Plus if you review there may be more in store young padawan as I am writing more chapters!
