Chapter 14

Annabeth's POV

"Ms. Chase, is it?" my droning, utterly dull history teacher asked me for the millionth time. His name is Mr. Balls…I know right? Percy thought it was hilarious, and I have to admit some the jokes were pretty funny.

"Yes, sir," I said, standing and trying not to sigh. He did this everyday this week, I mean I know its the first week and all but come on? Everyday?

"Well Ms. Chase, do you know the years of the period, we call, the gilded age?" he said, in a slow, droning tone. He always spoke as if it was a great inconvenience to have to open his month, like we should already know what he has to say and him actually speaking it was doing us a great favor for actually expressing it, and he wasn't too happy about it.

"Yes sir, from about 1870 to 1915 roughly. It was called by Mark Twain in 1873 it was called the gilded age because-"

"That's quite enough, young lady. You may sit now." And I did, grumbling to myself. I just was trying to actually teach the class something since you don't seem to feel like it, I thought bitterly to myself.

I hated this school, I hated the fact that we had to stand to answer a question and say 'Yes sir,' like the prim, proper ladies we were supposed to be. I hated the stupid blue plaid skirt, I hated the knee socks and I hated the head mistress. Most of all I hated the rules, no screaming, no laughing too loud just polite giggles, only 1 poster may be on the walls of your dorm, no dying your hair, not that I even wanted to it just seemed to give the whole place a palpable repressed mood. The worst rule was no boys…ever, that meant no Percy visits. I sighed but I guess I was stuck, seeing as I had nowhere else to go, expect maybe back to my dad in California. If I thought having a strict no boys in the or around the dorms was bad, living hundreds of miles away would be much worst.

The days seemed to drag on and on till finally I was going to Percy's for the weekend. I was beat, the sickness had taken a lot out of me and school had sucked. My English teacher, who had given a pretty good impression in the first day, had turned in to a tyrant. She was the queen and she would amuse herself by bashing us around and making us feel like the peasants we were in her class. It didn't help that she didn't believe in dyslexia or ADHD, so I was pretty much screwed.

My chemistry teacher was psychotic and extremely paranoid of cheating. All test's could never leave the classroom, we weren't allowed to have backpacks or bags when taking a test or quiz, no hats, no pencils cases; it was crazy! But the subject was pretty interesting so at least there's that.

So I was in a pretty bad mood when I meet Percy at the great iron gate. When I saw him, his dark hair messy as always, his green tee stretched across his muscle chest, I remembered touching that bare chest and I shivered, bad mood gone. He was fiddling with a flower again, I smiled and called out, "is that for me, Seaweed brain?"

His head snapped up, flashing his lopsided smile, his eyes shining brightly, making my heart beat faster and my breath catch. He held out the flower, "yes, for you."

I grinned, biting my lip, "thanks, missed you, you know?" I said blushing slightly, gods I was being such an Aphrodite girl! Then remembering what Sally had said, I decided not to fight it, just enjoy it.

Cupping my cheek in his calloused hand gently, he said, "I missed you more." He kissed me sweetly and softly. Despite the corniness I blushed, pleased. "So where to my lady?" he asked playfully.

I groaned, "oh please no more of that lady shit, I have heard way to much of that word this last week." I sighed, leaning in to him and he pulled me closer, smirking slightly.

"So someone's not doing so well as a lady, huh?" he chuckled, and kissed my hair. "I knew you were no lady…" he whispered conspiratorially in my ear making me shiver pleasantly, even with his teasing.

"I could be a goddamn lady if I fucking wanted to be, okay?" I grumbled, but I didn't pull back despite my angry tone.

He laughed, "of course you could, now where off to next?"

"Hmm that's a hard one," I paused, pretended to think, "starbucks!"

He laughed again and took my hand, "lets do it."

After a funny carefree couple of hours at starbucks that mostly consisted of me bitching about my teachers, we headed to his house. As soon as I walked in I relaxed, I hadn't even realized I was tense. I smiled at the warmth and cheerful attitude of the cheery apartment. We put my bags in Percy's room, before retiring to the couch. As I settled in to the comfy, soft, fat pillows, Percy held up two DVDs, "so Tangled or How to train your dragon?"

I grinned and pointed, "This is why we work," I said happily. He grinned and put the movie before sitting next to me on the couch, wrapping his arms around me pulling me against him and starting the movie.

The movie played but I hardly paid attention, all of my focus was on Percy's hand that rested my on mostly bare thigh. He gently massaged my thigh, moving it discretely higher and higher till it was under my skirt. I looked up at his face, he seemed to be focused on the movie but I knew better. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing measured carefully and cautiously, and his pupils were dilated.

He seemed to noticed my glance because he said with a smirk on his face, "like what you see, wise girl?" then after a short pause, "wishing I was shirtless?"

I snorted, "no of course not!" that's was a big fat lie and he knew it.

His smirk grew, "well if it makes you feel better, I wish you were shirtless as well."

He laughed as I pushed him away and stuck my tongue out at him, childishly. He started to tickle me lightly making me laugh too, as usual the contact and icebreaker of tickling led to a rather heated situation.

You could feel the sexual tension thick in the air as his tickling winded down. We were sitting here so close, our faces inches from each other. There was a pause and then suddenly it broke like a dam and in flooded the waves of lust, crashing and crushing our defenses, pulling us under. It was in control, we were helpless to its power. We were caught in a whirlpool our heads spinning, our breathes limited and gasping. We loved it.

My hands were everywhere, his arms, his chest, his neck, his soft dark locks; they soon were busy pulling that dratted useless shirt off his scrumptious body. His tongue enjoying my mouth, his lips busy with mine; but they soon got bored and moved to my jaw, neck and collarbone.

His hands weren't totally calm either, though he seemed to be in better control of them then I was. His hand had gone back to my thigh and was much higher up now, breaking the dam further and I was swept up more then ever. His other hand softly, discretely, as if trying to go unnoticed, was sliding under my shirt to my hips moving up slowly higher to my waist, to my ribs and soon he was at the bottom of my bra.

….so yeah. You guys kept telling me to update so here you go. I hoped you liked!

Hope you're all well!

-pm