Impossible To Like You: Chapter 14

The "big, big, big" (my mother said it first this morning, then, due to how amusing it was, my brothers cannot stop chanting it, so, it's practically stuck in my head) day finally arrived.

And here I am, staring at myself through the human-sized mirror in my room, as I wore a white, shoulder-baring, cocktail dress, with silver, sparkling beads on its neckline and waist, along with a thin gap at the center of my back, starting on the neckline, and ending just an inch from my waist, and my silver, owl-A necklace as an accessory.

My hair was left untouched, leaving its blonde beauty cascading down my back, nearly covering the gap.

I placed no make-up on my face, as I'm not much of that kind of person, besides a light blush on my cheeks my mother insisted on putting.

I looked down on my feet, staring at the glinting beads lining the front part of my white, half an inch flats, matching my dress.

I'm not exactly sure why I even wore this. Probably because my mother won't allow me to wear just a shirt and jeans to the graduation – the school didn't really tell us what to wear today, but, there is a very large chance everyone would be wearing something formal, or appropriate for the event.

But that's not what I'm really thinking about.

Time is fast.

I mean, it felt like yesterday was just the very first day of High School in Goode.

Now, it's the final day – of my High School life, of my years in Goode High (which were considerably good, besides the jerks who live to torture me), and of, possibly, seeing my friends.

I don't know if I'll be seeing them again by college, but, I'm sure someone would plan a reunion for all of us.

Honestly, I waited for this day to come, for the torment, the humiliation to, at last, end. I should be having a mental celebration about the thought of never having to see Perseus and the jerks he considers his friends.

But, sad to say, it isn't the end for that at all.

I still have to be with him for two months during the summer, leaving only one for me trying to stay sane.

And college is my only hope.

A knock on the door broke my thoughts, as I shifted my head to face it, anticipating my mother.

"Annabeth!" Yep, it's mom.

"Yeah, I'm coming," I took one last glimpse of myself at the mirror, before opening the door to reveal my mother, who looked exquisite wearing a ruby sundress, with puffy, short sleeves, also, matching crimson heels, which really complemented her red-highlighted locks.

"Wow," I smiled, "You look beautiful, mom."

She grinned, her Asian eyes tilting slightly, "Thank you, 'Beth. You look wonderful! Oh, I'm sure Percy just can't wait to see you!" She exclaimed – I'll probably be adding a heart at the end of that sentence.

Yeah, ever since the Promenade, I've noticed her trying to ship Perseus and I – by ship, I mean, like what those fans do in the internet, having fictional or non-fictional characters affinity for one another, which is unlikely to happen to Perseus and I, excuse you!

I merely rolled my eyes, knowing that I can't do anything about my mother's condition, as I leaned against the doorframe.

"Oh – are you already ready?" asked she.

I grinned in amusement at her question – already ready? "Yes, mom, I am."

"Well, what are you waiting for, Annabeth? Let's go, go, go!" She turned around, using two of her fingers to gesticulate me to move, move, move, while she walked away, approaching the staircase. And from downstairs, I could hear my brothers' "Go, go, go!" as they tried to copy my mom's tone.

I rolled my eyes again, before stepping out, and closing my room's door behind me. I approached the staircase, and descended it, as the living room, dining hall and kitchen came into my view.

I looked up to see my parents and my brothers, who were actually wearing appropriate clothing (most likely, mom forced them to wear it).

They beamed at the sight of me.

"You're like an angel," Matthew said, as he watched me step on ground level – I'm not exactly certain if he's joking or really complimenting me.

"Yes, you are," Dad agreed, beaming with pride.

I smiled, "Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, she's pretty," Bobby jumped as an attempt to snatch the attention from me to him, "Let's just go, go, go!"

We laughed at his try to imitate my mother's voice.

"Yeah, we should go," I concurred, approaching them.

"Then, we shall," Dad grinned as he turned around, approached the front door, with us just behind him, stepped outside, and walked towards the car, my mom behind to lock the door while we went inside the car.

To my graduation.

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. And for how long it has been. I'm sorry. I'm in a hurry.

Thanks for everything. I'll edit this soon.

Characters ain't mine.