So, all of the stuff I wrote last chapter is true, except where I start to fall asleep. Oopsies! :)

When the girls got to the party, well... the party was noisy, dark, loud, and smelled of beer and vodka. Drew and Rachel were already there and clearly drunk. They were wearing way too mature/tight dresses, and holding red solo cups full of... Actually I don't want to know. They were flirting with two (obviously also) drunk boys, Travis and Connor.

"Ew!" Annabeth exclaimed as she walked past a couple making out, hands doing I-don't-know-what under each other's shirts. "Why do people have such low intelligent rates these days?"

Piper glanced at her, surprised. "You've never been to a party before? Well this is one of the... calmer ones."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Right."

"OMG, LB is here, Pipes!" Hazel suddenly squealed.

"Who's El Bee?" Annabeth asked, confused. "Is that a name?"

"It's LB, not El Bee, but we should use that nickname. It's more secretive." Piper explained.

"But what does it stand for? Lover boy?" Annabeth asked. Piper blushed. "Aha! So it is lover boy! Well, who is it?"

Just then, a tall blonde guy came jogging over. (A/N: Does anyone think that was totally cliche?)

"Oh. Hi Jason." Annabeth recognized the guy as the one in her gym class. Piper shot a glance, like you know him?.

"Sup. Hi Annabeth." Jason squinted at her.

"Well... Annabeth and I will just... go somewhere?" Hazel turned to me questioningly.

"Yeah, somewhere over the rainbow." Piper chimed in, blushing madly. "Now shoo."

Annabeth and Hazel wiggled their fingers at the two and then raced away. "Now what?" Annabeth asked, panting to Hazel.

Hazel shrugged. "I think there should be a room with a game of Truth or Dare." Annabeth groaned good-naturedly. Hazel rolled her eyes and then put her finger to her lips. She carefully opened a door near them. In the room was... a girl and a boy making out.

"Ew!" Annabeth hissed and closed the door quickly. "That's disgusting! Hazel, why did you show me that?"

Hazel simply smirked.

"C'mon, let's go back and see how Pipes and Jason are doing." Hazel said. Let's hope they aren't kissing too. Annabeth thought as she rolled her eyes.

On the way back, the girls saw a group of people yelling "Chug! Chug! Chug!" over and over again. "What's going on?" Annabeth hissed to Hazel. She shrugged and muttered something about crazy people and beer.

Annabeth was becoming increasingly nervous. She didn't like this party. Wait, scratch that. She never been to any parties, and this is a great reason why. She stepped on her tippie toes and peered over somebody's shoulder. The person who was drinking... was...

Yup. Percy.

He was standing in the middle of the crowd and holding a bottle upside down. All of its contents spilled down in his mouth and some even dribbled down his chin onto his shirt. So overall, it was pretty gross.

"Percy!" Annabeth hissed in shock. She pushed past everyone and grabbed him on his shirt, and then dragged him away while everyone else scowled and protested. Annabeth ignored everyone.

"Jackson! Why the fuq were you drinking?!" She pulled him into an empty room.

"Why not?" Jackson asked. It was very strange. He wasn't even tipsy! Percy must've really good alcohol tolerance.

"Because... UGH!" Annabeth let her temper get control of her and slapped Percy in the face.

"Ow... What the fuck was that? I feel like you have to slap somebody in the face everytime they do something perfectly normal, like drink apple juice!" He yelled. Like the first day the two met, his cheek was pink.

"Apple juice?" Annabeth said, surprised.

"Duh! What did you think it was?!"

"I don't know. Maybe alcohol?!" She snapped back. Her anger was returning now.

"Ew no! I don't drink! Everybody who was mentally not ill knows that!" He yelled.

"Really? Then why the fuq were they screaming 'Chug! Chug!' at you?!" Annabeth was screaming now. "Oh I don't know! Because they thought it was vodka or beer! Wow, way to go, Jackson. Impressing your fans like that!"

Percy's jaw dropped for a moment. Then he closed it and glared at Annabeth.

"So that's what you think of me, huh. A badboy?"

Annabeth looked away. If we look in her head right now, we would know that that was exactly what she thought of Mr. Percy Jackson, but we didn't look into her head (because it's very rude) so pretend that she's just looking away because there's something in her eye.

"What?" Percy asked.

"Nothing. You just remind me of someone I know." She sighed.

"Who?" He pressed.

"Luke." Annabeth paused for a sec, looking in Percy's eyes for any sign of recognition. But his eyes were blank. His facial features were the same. (Sightly bored, confident, and annoyed.)

She sighed. "I'm leaving. This party sucks."

Percy laughed. "Don't tell Drew you said that!"

"Wait, Drew?!"

"Yup!"

"Never mind. Bye."

A Bonus in Percy's POV:

As she left, I sighed a breath of relief. I really hope I pulled that poker face off. I did not want her to know about me and Luke's history. Especially the studio he was working in. You know, that coffee shop near the school? It's not really a coffee shop.

But I had to protect Annabeth. I can't let her be targeted.

And the best way to do that is to keep the secret to myself.

I glanced at the now-empty bottle in my hand. "σδφξι ασδφηηξ θ ςει."

The spirit rose up... and up... and up...

Hehe, pretty mysterious huh? Well guess what? This old thing ain't givin' a word away! MWAHAHAHA-*Chokes and suddenly dies*