Thanks to those who reviewed, and I'm changing the writing of this story to past tense. It's a little too hard to write in pretense and I was literally staring at the computer for two hours because I couldn't describe the story in pretense. P.S I'm writing this chapter in Narrator's Pov, let me know what you think. P.P.S Sorry for the last chapter being so fillerish, I had to buy a dress for a Prom in my school and I was busy with HW.

As much as Annabeth hated to admit it, she was actually excited and nervous about their date.

Seriously? She thought. Am I really liking him?

She shook her furiously as she paved around her bedroom, looking for a suitable wear for the date. Percy had told her to wear something formal, yet simple. Following by a compliment that she would look great in anything, made her blush.

As she tossed and turned her whole room, upside down, Helen walked in with a slight curious expression wretched upon her features.

She was about to ask her stepdaughter what was wrong, but instead ended up with a face full of clothes chucked towards her.

"Annabeth?" She asked questioningly as she pulled off a pair of socks that were on her head.

Annabeth looked up to notify the voice that was ending the silence in her bedroom and gave Helen a quick, sheepish smile before tossing a battered t-shirt out of the closet.

"Why are you throwing everything over-" She paused as she looked around. "Your once neatly cleaned room?" Helen exclaimed as she gestured her hands over the T-shirts and jeans, that were covering the corner of the wood tiled floor.

Annabeth ignored her comment as she continued searching through her gray-colored closet.

Helen rolled her eyes as she walked closer to Annabeth. "Let me help you." Helen offered, it was more of a command than offering help.

She pulled Annabeth aside before taking out a T-shirt that wrote "Yeah, I'm a Smartass, so what?" In big, bold letters. She stared at Annabeth as she gestured towards the shirt. Annabeth smiled as she recalled Thalia giving her that shirt when they were in High School. She still couldn't believe that she had kept it in there.

Helen shook her head as she continued to search through the wardrobe. "So why are you searching for something to wear? You usually don't care what you wear." She added impishly.

Annabeth was complied to tell Helen or avoid the question. She pondered for a moment before deciding not to blurt out that she was going on a date with Percy Jackson.

"A date.." She said as she folded her arms around her. "A date with who?"

"Percy Jackson." Annabeth mumbled. Helen raised one of her eyebrows, unable to comply to Annabeth's muffled answer.

"Who?"

"Percy Jackson." Annabeth spoke louder, suddenly taking interest in her battered converse shoes.

Helen smiled like a Cheshire cat. She did remember that Annabeth had said the she hated Percy's guts.

"I thought you hated him?" She asked with a smile. Annabeth winced inwardly, cursing herself for telling her stepmom that.

"I do." She answered firmly. Helen wiggled her eyebrows teasingly. "Oh, yes you do."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I had to go on a date with him because of a bet."

"And what bet is that?" Helen asked curiously as she took out a white dress that flowed freely to the knees.

"What about this?" She asked, showing Annabeth the dress. She examined it for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"Perfect."

Helen smiled proudly as she placed the dress on the cushioned bed. She was hoping Annabeth would continue to tell the bet but.. Annabeth was not an open book.

"So the bet?" She asked. Annabeth looked at her warily. "Could we talk about this later?"

Helen was about to argue but let it go. She knew that she couldn't win an argument with Annabeth.

Annabeth smiled appreciatively as she pushed Helen out and grabbed her dress as she walked into her bathroom.

A several minutes later, she emerged with a fully fresh and awake face and the dress that Helen had picked.

She grabbed her Iphone off the dock before closing her room door. As she took one last glance at her room, she bounded down the stairs as she grabbed her cars keys off the hook.

"Bye Dad! Bye Helen!" She shouted as she locked the front door. There was a muffled reply as she walked towards her rented BMW. She took a briefly glance at the house before starting the ignition and driving off.

As Annabeth neared the restaurant, she couldn't help but feel slightly nervous as she was on her date with David. She pulled her keys out and locked the doors. The sound off a locked echoed off the brick walls.

"Hi, reservation under Jackson?" She asked politely as she patiently waited for the Waiter to guide her in. Now the greeting she was expecting was a warm welcome but instead she saw Percy Jackson, kissing another girl on their date. She knew it was a mistake to ever go on a date with him.

"Percy?" She asked silently as she neared the table. Percy broke the kiss with the girl as he looked at Annabeth. "Annabeth?" He asked, surprised and afraid as he saw her expression.

"I knew trusting you would be a bad thing." She shouted as she walked out of the restaurant, not caring if the other customer's were staring.

Percy raced out and grabbed her hand before she could leave. "Annabeth, you don't understand-" But Annabeth cut him off. "What? That you were kissing some other girl on our date?"

Percy looked at her pleadingly, his eyes looked like they were begging her to listen, but she didn't.

"You know what? Spend time with your whore girlfriend. I hate you Percy!" She screamed as she broke from his grasp. She took one last look at his turquoise eyes before running towards her BMW.

Those three little words were ringing inside his head. He was never hurt when someone said they had hated him, Hell, he didn't care. But when those words came out of Annabeth's mouth, it hurt like hell.

Percy shook his head as he wiped away a stray tear, He didn't cry over matters of this, but losing Annabeth felt like he lost a part of himself. He didn't even know if he had loved her, but he certainly cared for her.

He felt like an idiot, or more of a Seaweed Brain. He was about to leave until the bitch of a whore came up to him and grabbed his hand like a slut.

"Come on, Percy. She wasn't worth it." She said seductively. Percy gripped his hands harder, so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"F off Joanna." He retorted as she pushed her away from him. "I don't give a damn about what you think. Annabeth worth more than you, bitch." He spat as he walked away from her. How was he going to get Annabeth to listen to him now? It had been harder the first time, surely the second would be worse. But he had to try.

Ok, sorry for not letting it be like the sneak peek, but I over read the chapter and thought this plot line would be better. I hope this isn't bad, Percy's going to apologize to Annabeth, and it will be creative. And I know they just made up and blah, blah, blah, but I want to grow their relationship stronger for the story.

Until the next chapter~

CaseyMarieCarter