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"You drool when you sleep." Is the first thing I say to Percy as his eyes peel open.

He slowly turns his head toward me mumbles, "Wha?" with a big yawn.

I toss my head back and laugh. "Saliva drips out of your mouth while your unconscious." He lifts a hand and wipes his mouth.

"Sorry," he says sheepishly. "I do that a lot." He gets up and stretches wide. Just a sliver of tan, fit skin becomes visible. Of course I look away; we're just friends. However, I might have committed it to memory for future use.

"It's cool," I say. "Not everyone can be a perfect sleeper like me."

He rolls his eyes. "Don't even try it, Stiles. Someone was all up on me last night."

Pause. Is this what a heart attack feels like? I don't think my heart is beating. Does he know I touched his butt last night? Before I know it my breathing shortens, and I feel all hot. Suddenly I'm wrapped in a tight embrace.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe. I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's perfectly cool. Some people are just natural snuggle bugs! To be honest I kind of liked having someone to hold."

Wait. I snuggled with Percy last night? I wish I remembered it. If it felt half as good as being in his arms right now does, I'd die a happy teen.

I blush and shyly ask, "You do?"

He fake coughs and nods his head. "Um...yeah. It's comforting. I've been through some things and it's nice to have the physical reassurance that someone is there next to me."

"That's good." I whisper. We sit in a deafening silence.

My breathing steadily decreases until it's at its normal rate. "Thank you," I say. "I don't know what came over me."

We stare into each other's eyes and...it's magical. It's perfect. It's intimate. Right up until the moment that Derek burst through the window, red eyes all aglow.

Well this is weird. Two boys that I kinda maybe still could possibly have feelings for are literally staring each other down. If this is how Lydia feels all of the time, I kind of like it in a strange way. Really, who doesn't want people to fight over them?

"Who is he?" Derek growls, his eyes a ruby red.

Percy's arms never let go of me, in fact they tighten a little bit. I squeeze myself out of his arms and stand in between the two and hold out my arms- intimacy long gone.

"Derek, now is not the time to Alpha out. Put away the eyes." He doesn't listen and takes a step closer.

"Derek!" I might sound a bit desperate. Why isn't he listening to me? He's such a hypocrite; he's always telling us to stay low so that the pack isn't discovered, but he bursts into my room eyes ablaze? Uh, no. I don't care how sexy it is. He can't do that!

Derek's face turns a tad bit pink and his eyes return to their natural color. Oh no, he probably sensed that my slight desire for him. Sometimes I hate werewolves.

Percy places a hand on my elbow and asks softly, "Who's this guy?" He never takes his eyes off of Derek- like he's been trained to pay attention to more than one thing at once.

Derek stares holes into where Percy is touching me. I roll my eyes and remove myself from Percy once again.

"You two sit," I point at the bed. They just stand there. "Sit!" I exclaim. They do.

I go to close my window and lock it. Seriously what is up with werewolves and not wanting to use doors? I sit in my computer chair and push myself over to the bed in front of the guys.

"Derek this is Percy Jackson. Percy this is Derek Hale. Derek is the alpha of the pack. Percy is my newest bestie. Any more questions?"

The two look at each other and open their mouths to speak at the same time.

I quickly interrupt them before they speak. "One at a time."

Derek's eyes narrow, "You told him about us?" He seems deeply offended.

"Yes." I answer. Simple is sometimes the best way to go.

"And why would you do that?"

I give a deep sigh and fiddle with my fingers. "I figured that we would need help with the demigod and Percy here is a Greek fanatic." Percy gives a small giggle. Apparently the term still tickles him.

Derek furrows his eyebrows and gives a sideways glance to Percy. "How is he a Greek fanatic?"

Derek is so rude sometimes. "He has ears and a mouth. He can answer for himself. Why don't you ask him? Percy do you care to answer?"

He shifts his eyes and says, "No, Stiles. You can do it."

I nod my head to Percy and answer Derek. "Percy is obsessed with Greek mythology. He knows everything there is to know about the gods. He even edited my journal for me!" I smile at the end, proud of my explanation.

Percy raises his hand. "Why did he come through the window? It's kind of creepy honestly." He smirks a little at the end.

Before I can answer Derek retorts, "Why was he holding onto you, and why was he in your room at six in the morning? Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

Both Percy and my jaw drops. Why would Derek say something like that? How did he even find out about Annabeth?

Derek continued on as if he didn't just deliver a low blow. "Does he even know about demigods? That's our real problem."

I suddenly remember that Percy never told me about the demigods, so I shake off my initial shock of Derek's comment and ask, "Percy, what do you know about the demigods? How can we defeat the one that's here?"

His eyes widen a little bit, and he takes out his phone. "Umm...Oh look! My...mom...called me. She wants me to come home now." He quickly gets up and gives me a quick side hug. "Sorry, we'll talk later! It was interesting meeting you Derek. Bye!" Then he runs away.

Derek watches him leave. "He smelled like the sea. Very salty. Very strong."

I push myself back over to my desk. "You're probably smelling his body wash or something. And are you a caveman now or something?"

Derek raises an eyebrow. "Come on, you don't be late to school." he heads over to the door- ready to be my escort to school.

"I can take myself." I grumble, still upset about Derek's comment. "You can just go back home or something."

Derek stands up and walks over to me. "What's wrong?"

I'm astonished. How could he not know? "What's wrong?! What's wrong is that you were just a complete jerk."

Derek rolls his eyes and pulls me into him. Ok now this is weird. Why is he being so touchy feely? I remove myself from his arms. "Stop touching me!"

Derek growls. "You didn't seem to have a problem with that guy touching you."

"What the heck, Derek? What's wrong with you? And 'that guy's' name is Percy." I gather my things for school.

I quickly leave my room and head over to Roscoe. I don't have time to deal with whatever problem Derek has. He can let himself out.

Surprisingly, I've gone good hour without seeing any of the pack, which is good because I don't need a reminder of my Jerk of an Alpha right now.

I give a deep sigh as I sit in Econ. None of the pack is here, but Percy is. He grins at me and takes Scott's seat.

I turn toward him and he gives an awkward laugh, "So this morning was a little weird."

I contort my face. "Yeah sorry about that. I don't know what's wrong with Derek. He's normally not that bad."

His eyes crinkle. "Hey it's okay. Jealousy makes people insane."

I give a belly laugh. "You think Derek is jealous? Of who? For what?"

Percy looks at me like I'm dumb. "He thinks we hooked up last night."

My eyes widen. "Uh what? Why would he think that?"

Percy gives me a fond smile, "Since we slept in the same bed, we probably smell like we're dating to werewolves. Most likely he doesn't like that you smell like me, causing him to go feral. Let me guess was he all over you once I left?" I nod my head. "He was trying to scent you. My guess is to get you to smell more like the pack."

That's amazing! But how does he know all of this…? Unless…?

"Percy, how do you know all of this? I thought that you just found out about werewolves and the supernatural in general."

His face becomes a blank slate. I can tell he's thinking really hard about how to respond.

After five minutes of his constipated thinking face, he says, "Okay. I'm just going to come clean. I-"

He's interrupted by Finstock introducing a new student. "Okay class. This is the second new student in the period of two days. Whoopdedo. Introduce yourself. Name, age, where you came from. All that jazz."

I look up and see a pretty blonde girl. I can tell she's smart just from how she's analyzing the room with her stormy grey eyes. She seems nice enough.

"I'm Annabeth Chase. I'm eighteen and I moved here from New York."

She's staring directly at Percy and he's staring back in shock.

Oh heck no. Not Annabeth.

Ugh.

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