Lol, I'm late again because I've been editing the FF and being lazy instead! I'm so sorry! AHHHH~ Also, I realized that sometimes fanfiction deletes words in my docs. I've never read my stories on FF, but because of that, I didn't notice my mistakes! GRRR!
Thanks for all of your support while I was gone though! ~jiminjamms
(PERCY'S POV)
"Thanks for talking with me today, Dad. I'll see you on Monday!" I waved Mr. Chase a goodbye and got up from my seat. Now, where the hell was Annabeth? She's so awkward around her own family, so she decided to run off to somewhere else. Many people left already since our was already midnight, so I was luckily able to stop the blonde at the bar in the corner of the party room.
"Annabeth!" I called out. Doesn't she see all these guys staring at her? That girl can't protect herself! I kinda regretted forcing her to wear that dress now.
I ran up her. I took off my blazer and placed it on her so those disgusting perverts can go f*ck themselves.
"C'mon, Annabeth, let's go home."
She looked so wasted and I don't even know if she was thinking in her right mind anymore, so I gave her my arm for support. I led her out of the party room and through the halls.
"L-let go of meeee," her voice was slurred and she pronounced each word slowly.
I scoffed. She was the person who told me not to drink anymore, so I didn't. But she should look at herself.
She tried to yank herself away, but I grabbed her tighter. Based on the heavy smell of alcohol, she must have had many shots.
I took her by her hand and we walked out of the building. I froze.
"Michelle?" I called. Michelle was in front of the gates kissing someone very familiar. What was his name again? Jonathan? No, wait, it's Luke. I felt my blood boil.
I placed Annabeth on the porch before running to them. I pushed the two away and grabbed Luke by his collar. "What are you doing?" I growled.
Luke's eyes widened with fear. "It's not me." He pointed to Michelle. "It was her."
I let go of Luke and turned to Michelle, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest. "N-no. It can't be. Michelle, why are you. . ."
She walked up to me and slapped me. "Now you know how I felt, Percy Jackson. I hate you. "
"Wh-what?" I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.
"I was at the party, bastard. Guess you had some fun kissing that dumb blonde, right?"
"No, it's not how it seems. Mr. Chase was there and I couldn't let him down."
"The hell is wrong with you, Percy? I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! Don't you talk to me ever again!" she screamed. She turned her back and then disappeared.
My hands went to my face. "What have I done?" I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Luke.
"It's kinda your fault, man. I don't know what to say."
"Yeah, I figured out that much."
"Percy, your wife is lying on the porch, drunk and tired. You should go take care of her." He patted my shoulder and he too left me.
I sighed. I kicked the ground. My life is an actual mess. I walked up to Annabeth, who was sleeping on the ground. I picked her up. Ah, why is she so heavy? I unlocked the car and threw her in the front seat.
I started the engine and started to drive. The rocking of the car must have woken her up, because she began staring at me.
"What is it?" I wasn't in the mood for her games right now.
"Hey, handsome," she suddenly said. She leaned dangerously close to me. "I want you," she whispered. "Tonight."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh shut up."
"C'mon baby, take me tonight." She began to cackle. "All I want is you."
I knew it was the worst timing in the world, but no man can stop their boners when they're turned on.
I'm driving, I have a drunk girl whispering into my ear, and my **** is so hard right now.
Oh my god. What the hell do I do.
(ANNABETH'S POV)
"Umph." I turned around under the blanket. The light was streaming in and I was bothered by it. I opened my eyes. "Ah!" I screamed. Percy was sitting in the chair in front of me, his arms crossed.
Here's the weirdest part; he didn't have his shirt on.
He just had a towel wrapped around his waist. Woah, I've never seen his abs before. His skin was glistening after his shower, and his damp hair made him look super sexy right now. "Morning, baby girl."
"Get out of my room!"
"Your room? Take a look around, wise girl. This is my room.'
I did, and he was right. What the hell am I doing in this creep's room. More importantly, why the hell am I on his bed? I was about to get off until I felt bare skin touching bare skin. No way. I poked my head under the blanket, and sure enough, I was naked.
Where did my dress go? What happened last night? Why was I sleeping on his bed?
"Percy Jackson!" I shouted.
"Yes, ma'am, I'm here. No need to scream." Percy grinned from ear to ear. He stood up from his seat and sat at the edge of the bed.
I gave him a dirty look. "Percy Jackson, don't come any closer or else you're never be celebrating Father's Day once I destroy your balls."
"Okay, feisty one." He just sat the edge of the bed, grinning.
"Where the hell are my clothes? What the hell am I doing in your room?! Tell me what happened last night."
He smirked. "Man, you were wild. You should've seen the way you ripped your dress apart. And last night? Gosh, last night was amazing." He pinned my hands above my head. "We can go for another round, if ya want."
My eyes rounded. No way.
Did I sleep with Percy last night?!
Angry, I kicked him. He groaned. He deserved it. "Where are my clothes?!" I freed my hands and pushed him of the bed.
He sighed and passed me a hoodie and his shorts before I kicked his back to New York. I hid myself under the blanket you wear the clothes.
"Aw, baby, you don't have to do that. We're husband and wife after all. Besides, I know every corner of your body after last night."
I finished changing and threw a pillow at his face. "You pervert!"
"But you love me, don't you?" he asked.
I rolled my eyes. "In your dreams, seaweed brain."
"That's not what you said last night." He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and handed a playing video to me.
I stared at the screen. It was me sitting at the front seat last night. "I thought you were driving," I said.
"Just watch."
So I did.
I saw myself. "Baby, don't be such a party pooper. C'mon, I know you want me. Let's have the night together, alright?"
"Why? Do you like me?"
"Like you? Honey, I love you. I love you, Percy Jackson. Mhm, you're such a great kisser. Kiss me again."
"No."
"Percy," I heard myself whine.
I gulped. I handed the phone back to him. "I hate you." I glared at Percy before running out of his room.
I froze in the middle of my tracks. Did I really sleep with him last night?
(PERCY'S POV)
Man, that girl is crazy.
I just wanted to pull a prank to cheer myself up, and apparently, I'm the bad guy. I swear to God, I didn't even touch her. It was the other way around! Annabeth was literally clinging on to me!
Her dress? She came back home and followed me into my room. Then, she started stripping herself! I felt so uncomfortable that I had to sleep downstairs on the couch!
"Annabeth!" I shouted. Soon, I saw her head pop into my room with an angry face. "I was just joking. We didn't do anything last night."
She rolled her eyes and disappeared. Heh.
I stood up and did a little stretch. Unknowingly, a smile crept up my face.
