Can't believe it that it's chapter TEN already! This is absolutely amazing and you guys are the best. Thank you for your reviews, follows, and favorites. Heck, thank you for even reading this story! And sorry for not updating in two weeks but I did warn you guys before hand so I hope not a lot of people are mad. I did have an excuse though, I had to finish my summer homework which I uh...started on the first day of school, but on the bright side I finished!

Anyway, I just had my first football game of the season yesterday and in spirit of it I decided to update.

Barking Lizard: Your welcome!... what we did was the first week were on marching basics, then the two last weeks were about learning the show and drill. We don't memorized everything or that would be tragic because we would forget before school starts. My band director plans the camp by having us march in the morning till noon, lunch, then memorized and practice music till evening. And thanks for the questions because it gave me a wake up call that I didn't specify a little towards the end of the last chapter, which I rewrote after reading your review.

Dessert Maniac: You would remind of the pentagon and no, well at least not yet. Let's name that Plan P if I'm desperate.

Enjoy!

Annabeth's POV

To be honest, my mind was a thousand miles away from here. I didn't even worry about practice like I did before. My mind was off in some planet where Seaweed Brain and I were alone, just the two of us…and that scared the crap out of me. Before the football incident, I didn't possess these desires. But remembering how amazing it felt to be in his arms again, I was petrified. I didn't want a fling. I needed to get my head straightened out and focused only on this guard and my scholarship. I don't want to be a love sick girl, in love with her mortal enemy, who might not feel the same way back. The idea was absolutely idiotic and uncharacteristic of me. However, these past few days I don't know who I am anymore. Yes, I was the fearless guard captain, who had a vengeful drum line with sticks seconds away from firing behind her back. But, I was the only person, alone, stuck in this deathly situation. I didn't know what I was doing to be honest, but I did know I had to stay away from him.

Without realizing it, I was spinning my flag absentmindedly and accidentally knocked somebody with it. I freaked when the girl fell on the ground.

"Crap, you okay?" I asked. She sat up and I realized that I knocked down one of the girls who were actually loyal to me.

"You okay Juniper?" I smiled a little after knowing that it was her.

"Yeah I'm fine. Whoa now I know not to get between less than a yard from you when you spin," she chuckled. I sighed, relieved that she was okay, and helped her up. From the corner of my eye, I saw Grover staring at us skeptically. I glanced at him wondering what his problem was and I saw that he wasn't staring at us but Juniper. He looked away immediately when I realized that I was looking at him questioningly. Fortunately, he didn't look away fast enough before I saw a hint of blush on his cheeks. I smiled for both of my friends and that a small girl like Juniper could get a guy like Grover.

"Annabeth? Ready for practice?" she asked me.

"Uh yeah, where is everybody?" I asked looking around, noticing that I was missing people. I later found out who we were missing.

"Okay, where is she?" I demanded to the guard. They all looked nervous and pointed to the back of me. I turned around and lo and behold there she was talking to tweedle dum and tweedle dee from drum line. I groaned for this was the third time it happened and I was fucking tired of all of this drama and just wanted to get this day over with.

"Drew!" I yelled to her. Even though she was on the other side of the field, I knew she scoffed and rolled her eyes at me because I've experienced this bullshit from divas for too long.

"Excuse me Stolls, but we have practice," I enunciated to her because she wasn't the brightest in the guard.

"Oh darling please, can't you see that we were talking?" Drew told me. The Stolls were trying to hide their snickers.

"Shut up all three of you or that's thirty push-ups," I was pissed.

"Wow, your captain doesn't give you a break, Roo," Travis pointed out. I rolled my eyes at how he didn't even know her name. Drew, on the other hand, giggled like a hyena on drugs.

"Hey, let me handle my own section, and you go to yours, drummer boy." Wow, déjà vu.

"Look, guardo –"

"Hey Stolls!"

We turned around and there was the captain himself. The Stolls got a hint of fear in their eyes when they saw Jackson.

"Leave the guard alone and come here before I double the push-ups Chase gave you two," He shouted back. The Stolls strolled back with their shoulders down and at my corner I saw Drew walking back too, a little disappointed. It was obvious to see who some of the guard was loyal to.

They left, leaving me with Jackson. I looked at him, slightly shocked that he actually defended me. He looked back at me too and our eyes locked. His sea green orbs were bright but they were tired too. I remembered what I told myself not long ago and forced myself to look away.

"Um, thanks," I told him avoiding eye contact.

"No problem," Jackson gulped.

We stood there, awkwardly, again. It seems like we can never pass this phase of ours. I fidgeted around for a while, until I was the first to speak up.

"I should get back," I told him, pointing back to my guard. He seemed hurt, for some reason, but I ignored it. I started going back before I got too deep in this hell hole.

The guard was roaming around not looking the least bit interested on practice. Now, I wasn't interested either, but at least I was determined to get it over with.

"Guys, come on!" I called to them. Some stopped and others ignored me. This was getting on my nerves. I turned around hoping Thalia would help me. Like the friend and major she was, she had my back.

"Who ever is not on their spots, owes me five laps!" she called from the podium. Everybody rushed to their spots, and I gave her a thank you smile, which she returned.

Then, Thalia demanded horns up and started the first song.

Oh crap, the solo… Jackson and I never went over it. Well, once in the uniform room which I tried blocking my mind from. I must admit, the piece is beautiful, from the song to the drill work; it's just the solo that I hate.

The song, Music of the Night, began beautifully with Grover's solo. The guard went through the work smoothly. That's the thing about this guard: we are dysfunctional and uncooperative, but when we're together performing, we look good. Every second the song played, I got closer to Jackson. The band moved up front according to drill, and the guard danced, and drum line moved closer to the middle of the field. I saw Jackson from my corner and he looked focused and confident. My heart pounded through every step that I took closer to him. He dismounted his snare and turned to me while the guard made their spots. I turned to him and took his hand. He looked to my eyes again and like the first time, he still fell on some of the steps. However, it also seemed more relaxed, graceful, and gentle. He spun me around the field, and we were floating. The nagging voice telling me to stay away from him was getting louder by the second too. Then, the big part came. Jackson's expression was odd. He was nervous, yet excited with anticipation too. I gave him a reassuring nod and he continued. Jackson put his hands on my waist and hoisted me up. The routine went perfectly with the song. The tingling feeling rushed through my spine. My mind finally relaxed when I was in the air. The turn came, then it was done and all he needed was to put me down, which we also haven't practice officially.

"Jackson, put me down," I whispered to him.

Suddenly, just like the last time before, he dropped me to his arms. I gasped at the sudden drop, but relaxed when I saw his face. How the hell is I supposed to live up to my promise?

I ignored his contact again and just laid there on his arms while the song went through its last fermata.

Hate to admit it but it was perfect.

Aphrodite was the first to cheer and then the whole band. Jackson probably noticed that I was still in his arms and he reluctantly set me down. The band rushed to us, but unlike the last time, it was from joy. I looked up to Jackson and smiled a little thanking him for not dropping me and he nodded too. Eventually, the band separated us apart. The drum line went to Jackson while the guard and some girls from band went to me. All of us heard clapping and that stopped the commotion. From outside the group was Mr. D doing something I thought he was incapable of: smiling.

"Well done, Peter and Annabelle. Clearly the uniform room did justice," he pointed out. The guys roared at Jackson. I smirked when I saw him blush for an unknown reason that I resolved to find out. I looked around and saw the girls with either jealous or cheerful expressions.

The celebration didn't last when the band soon found out they were close to the guard. I sighed because I thought I was so close to having respect here. Not a second later, Thalia called us to set up for the next song, Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again. My breathing stopped when I realized that we were going to start on it. This second movement was my solo dancing around with Jackson. The thought still sickened me.

This weekend, Aphrodite managed to had found my address (stalker!) and came taught me the routine once. It had never been seen in public yet. Shit…

Percy's POV:

After hearing that we were going to continue with the second song, I smiled knowing I'd get to drum in this one.

I grabbed my snare and put it back on my harness where it belonged. Walking to my spot, I noticed Chase looking very worried. Odd, because she never worries, I thought to myself. I came to the conclusion that I shouldn't worry about her being worried because the solo was over for the second song.

Thalia called us to horns up and began the song. The drum line, again, didn't start playing until the first crescendo. The band did a follow the leader technique with the guard circling the drum line and the soloist, Nico, while we were in the center of the field. From out of nowhere, Chase came prancing into the group, leaving her guard behind. She caught my eye and I gave her a "what the hell" expression. Apparently, like the wise girl she was, she was too focused to notice me. Chase was doing a dance routine that I don't remember her doing. It was a lie to say she didn't look good dancing. She was an amazing dancer as she came strolling to me. I was too focused on her that I completely forgot about the drumming until Connor from behind hit me with his stick. I played by memory because I was too busy staring at Chase. She went around me and I turned around too. I probably looked like an idiot, but I didn't care, oddly enough. When I turned around, that was when I realized that the drum line had moved eight yards back of me.

Chase kept on dancing; doing tricks that I never thought was possible for a human being.

Out of nowhere the song ended. The band was in a drill of a spiral with Chase and me in the middle.

"Great job everybody, well for most of you," she said, eyeing me, "Twenty minute break then we'll start learning the third movement."

Then band broke off, but I was still standing there. Chase turned to me from her position.

"Uh, what was that?" I asked her.

She chuckled, "It was my dance that I had to do, remember? The solo I had to do around you?"

I thought back and remembered a meeting I had had with Mr. D and Chase. He told us the line up for the songs.

"Oh, I remember," I said rubbing my neck with my hand.

"Seaweed brain," she muttered, and then left.

Once again, she is giving me mixed signals about everything. This was the third time that I got ditched by her. Not like I cared, but I just don't like be ditched.

I got off the field to the front for my break with the rest of the drum line.

"Hey, Perce," they cheered to me, "Nice job out there." I just nodded in response.

"So, Perce when are you going to begin wearing them tights?" Travis said, smirking at me.

I flipped him off for I wasn't in the mood for his cocky attitude. The drum line understood my mood and stood out of my way.

The break ended way too soon for my taste. Thalia led the way through learning the third song, then the last.

Luckily, the practice flew by without anymore interruptions. The whole time, Chase didn't bother to look my way so I didn't bother to look her way either. We were both busy with our sections and there were too many witnesses around for us to be alone so I could talk to her.

I guess this is what it means by secret friends.

Yes done with chapter 10!

Okay warning: I have two practices a week for two hours and a football game this Saturday.

Also, I'm think of changing the name of this fanfic because I was never fond of long titles in the first place. I just thought of this because it fit the story. Of course I need everybody's feedback on this but I was thinking the title: Love on the Marching Field.

So please review whether or not to change the title and of course review about the chapter.

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