*20 years later*
"I hate my flashbacks." He grumbled. All his students looked at him oddly. He taught at Goode High School, Language Arts. He sang sometimes for extra money to get by. He ran his fingers through his already messed up hair. He was grading papers and honestly hated it. "Mr. Jackson?" A girl asked. Samantha, He realized. "Yes Samantha?" "Do you have a girlfriend?" He coughed. "No." "Then who is the pretty lady in the photo on your desk?" He smiled sadly. "An old friend." A boy named Michael spoke up. "She looks kind of like the new teacher we got this morning." A few others chorused with 'Yeas' or 'Yups'. He shrugged it off and continued grading.
*A Few Hours Later*
Percy was running down the hallway, looking at his watch. He was going to meet with some old friends. They said they had a "surprise." He wondered what that was-
"Oof." He said, running into a blonde lady. He was about to keep moving when he saw a flash of grey, and stopped. "Annabeth?" He turned around to look at the lady. She was biting her lower lip, like she used to do when she was nervous. "Do I know you?" She asked, but kept looking at the ground. Percy tilted his face up to meet his. "Do you remember me?" He asked, his eyes pleading. Annabeth wanted to scream "Yes!" or say "I've miss you." but she just looked back at the ground and said "Should I?" She turned away. "Excuse me, I have to go meet with some friends." Percy looked up. "I do too." She looked startled. "Please. May I have your phone number? You remind me of a friend." She said "I do? Who?" He replied, "She's gone." His eyes got a wistful look. They exchanged phone numbers. Annabeth was thinking, 'Maybe this might just work again.' Percy was thinking 'Is it her?' Both of them forgot about meeting with their friends.