Disclaimer: If I owned Percy Jackson, why would I be typing this up? All rights go to Mr. Rick Riordan

Annabeth's Point of View:

I was so angry at the teacher. Out of everyone, she just had to pair me up with this sexist pig (A/N: No offence to pigs, they are great) who tried to flirt with my family, even though I think he should have got on Hera's nerves more so 1) He gets blasted into pieces and 2) Hera gets annoyed. I hate her.

"Hey babe, me and you movies at 7."

"No."

"What's your name?"

"I believe you already know."

"Oh, where do you live?"

I huffed. See what I have to put up with? I looked at my mother. She wasn't having the same problems with me. In fact, she was looking at me with a somewhat amused look.

Really? I thought, hoping she gets it. I'm suffering and you're not helping me? I'm not a source of entertainment.

Sorry, Annabeth. But I want to see how you will deal with it.

Could I kill him then? He's being very annoying.

I have to deal with Poseidon though.

I'm sure you are in a better situation than me. If not, I'll be happy to switch patterns.

"So... what are your interests?"

"Architecture. Books. Not talking to you."

"You're just playing hard to get." He pointed to mother."Are you related to her?"

"None of your business." I snapped. Honestly, he's one stupid dude. 'Are you related?' Even Seaweed Brain is not thick enough to ask this question! Obviously we are related. I'm a carbon copy of mother.

"Don't be like that, Annie."

I gave her one of my common glares. He looked ready to pee in his pants. "Do. Not. Call. Me. Annie." I said, emphasizing each word. "Not Anna, Beth, or Ann. Only Annabeth." I said through my teeth as though I was talking to a two-year-old.

"Sure, Anni-"*Cue glare. "Beth"

Just then, the bell rang. I ran out the door, in an impolite manner, not waiting for mom, Seaweed Brain or Lord Poseidon.