Prompt: Lecture
Day Ten
A/N: Better late than never?
Annabeth Chase was hardcore.
At least, that's what Percy thought of her. The lecture room was huge, almost like a theatre. It was dome shaped, with maybe twenty rows of semi-circular positioned large projector screens hung from the ceiling, enabling even those in the back to understand what was being lectured. A prominent, large screen was a few meters behind the podium for the speaker.
He was seated in Row J, and she sat directly below him in Row I, both being in the farmost left corner. Percy often stared at the back of her head, the innocent curls out of place for the person who wore them.
She often wore a black leather jacket, covering the swirls of black ink that he had seen peeking out enough to know they were there. Her black jeans had dangerous looking spikes on them, but today she was wearing simple black leggings. But Percy had never seen her without her - you guessed - black combat boots. Annabeth had three piercings in her right ear, two studs and a dangling silver owl, as well as a cuff. She only had one piercing in her left, a skull stud, and a silver cuff.
He was looking at her again, not paying attention of course. Percy had already studied the material at home, and the professor usually didn't call on him anymore.
Today she had her laptop open like a casual student - most students at their university used laptops to take notes, as it was quicker than taking handwritten ones. But Percy knew better. Annabeth took few notes, but whenever the professor called on her she'd already knew the answer. When asked, she replied with a curt, "I have reviewed today's lesson previously."
A lot of people seemed to be afraid of the blonde. If her numerous tattoos didn't scare them, it was the piercings and the choice of dress.
Today was different.
The raven-haired college student peered over her shoulder and saw her switch tabs quickly, opening YouTube. And… cat videos? A quiet fit of giggles erupted from the girl in front of him, but stifled them before the professor noticed.
.o0o.
Later on in the lecture, after Annabeth had closed her cat video tab, she had another open. It was a blank canvas, most likely MS Paint by the looks of the sidebar, but the punk girl seemed to be doodling little designs. A trident. A rough sketch of an owl. Little hearts and a name he couldn't make out. But then, something else happened. She used the text tool and typed a line out before enlarging the font in large bold capitals.
JACKSON, I SWEAR. IF YOU DON'T TAKE YOUR EYES OFF MY SCREEN I WILL PERSONALLY PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE.
Percy returned to his own laptop screen, slightly afraid, slightly impressed.
He snuck another look.
JACKSON.
SEEING THIS REQUIRES A LOT OF NERVE.
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