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E N (Guest): Yep, Steve is that dumb. Y'know, mortals. Demigods like us don't do that.

Erin Catwalk

"Hi, Percy," I said, smiling at him.

Percy smiled awkwardly back. "Um, hi?" Aww... Adorable.

"So, you gonna try out for football?" I asked.

"No." He grinned. "But swimming? Yes!"

"Oh, cool. Do you like it?" I questioned.

"Of course! It's my favorite sport ever. I couldn't try out last year or the year before that since I had some stuff to do and couldn't focus on school that much..." He smiled. "But this year, I'm going to swim!"

I smiled inwardly. He was so cute.

We were making small talk when his eyes suddenly widened. I turned around and saw a big computer screen facing me. Annabeth was on the screen. (Iris Message but the Mist makes it seem like a computer screen)

I frowned. What was she doing here?

"Seaweed Brain. Need you here. Now." She said, looking urgent.

"Oh! Erm.. be there in a sec." Then he turned to me.

"Um, I have to go." He pushed me toward the screen. "Annabeth? Have something to say?" He prompted.

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but her mouth was twitching with a smile. "Of course, make me do it." She grumbled. "Percy has to go to camp because his... dad... wants him."

Percy's eyes widened and he nearly choked. I could tell he really wanted to ask something but I didn't know what. Why didn't he know why and where he was going? (Is it true? That's what he wanted to ask)

"Call the main office then." I said. "And you need parent permission. A friend can't just bust you out."

Annabeth's eyes showed clear frustration. "Wish Thals was here." She muttered. "I don't know how to do this!"

Who's Thals? I wondered. Yet another friend I don't know about?

Annabeth took a deep breath and snapped her fingers. "Percy needs to go because of his dad. His mom called him because of his dad. The front office came up for Percy...

My head went dizzy.

I blinked and looked over at Percy. Where was he going?

Oh, yeah, a family crisis. The lady at the front desk had come up to get Percy because his mom needed him for something involving his dad.

But weren't they divorced?

Percy had told me they weren't together.

So yeah, maybe it has something to do with the divorce.

"Well... I'm sorry. Sorry you have to go, I mean." I stammered. I shouldn't have said I'm sorry. That means I know that he was sent because of the divorce.

Maybe he was uncomfortable about it.

"Nah, it's okay..." He said with a slightly confused look that made him look so cute.

See you later!" He called, running off and... slashing through the computer? What was that computer doing there? Was there someone on the screen? And why'd he slash through it?

Oh, no, he just shut it down. Silly me.

"Oh... well, okay," I said. He grinned and flashed a thumbs up at me, before nearly stumbling into the wall.

I laughed at his adorableness and waved. A small, tiny, awkward wave.

He waved back, big and confident, and shouted, "I'll see you tomorrow!"

My heart thudded. He wanted to see me tomorrow? Tomorrow was Saturday! He wanted to see me on a weekend! A date!

My mind went off, dreaming of Percy taking me into his arms, whispering that I was his true love, that Annabeth could go die in a hole for all he cared. I sighed dreamily and opened my notebook.

Mr. Meduse, a name that Percy found really funny for some reason, was at his desk, grading papers and looking bored. He looked up and surveyed the class.

"Everyone done with the assignment?" He asked.

Everyone nodded and murmured yes.

He sighed and asked, "Anyone know where Percy is?" (Mr. Meduse is clear-sighted)

"Uh, sir," Liam raised his hand. "His mom wanted him because of his dad."

Mr. Meduse frowned. "Did anyone come up to fetch him? He might have been lying, you know. Gullible students. Kids these days." He shook his head, scoffing.

"No, the front office was here." Melissa 'Lisa' Tea said. "But... aren't his mom and dad... separated?"

Lisa loved gossip. I honestly wasn't surprised she knew about the divorce.

Judging from the expressions of the other people in the class, they didn't know.

"Duuuuuude." Brendon, one of Percy's buddies, whistled. "They're divorced?"

Mr. Meduse glared at him. "It isn't your business to pry." He turned to Lisa. "And it isn't your business to tell. Both of you- detention."

"But, sir..." She said. "Isn't that too... severe?"

For once, I agreed with Lisa. It was to severe. Detention for asking something and talking about something? Um. Too severe.

Mr. Meduse sighed. "You're right. Just having a bad day, I suppose. But what you did was still wrong. So, Lisa, Brendon, why don't you tell us about what you wrote down in your notebooks?"

I breathed a sigh of relief he wasn't calling on me. I hadn't written down anything because I was too busy trying to make progress with Percy. Ever since that fiasco with the texting plan... well, Steve and I would have to work really hard.

Flashback

I watched as Steve marched over to Annabeth's locker, where Annabeth was standing.

"Y'know, Annabeth..." He dragged out her name in the way I had taught him, savoring each syllable in his mouth like I had told him.

She turned around, her eyes red. Red from crying because she broke up with Percy, I hoped.

"What?" She snapped.

"Are you crying? Well, I knew Percy would break up with you... unlike some people... some people who are open... some people who love you... some people who would follow you to heaven... some people who have been waiting for you."

Then he scooped her up into his arms. She pulled him close, and they had a hot make out session. Percy saw, and I ran into his arms and we kissed.

That was how it was supposed to go.

It didn't.

She punched him in the gut and he backed away, groaning. "Don't. Touch. Me!" She spat. "Percy's the only one for me! He would follow me to hell! And you- you'd just follow me to heaven for selfish reasons! I love Percy and Percy loves me! When are you going to get that?"

"But... Percy broke up with you!" He said. "He probably texted some weird stuff, and was too inconsiderate to tell you face to face."

"No! I was with Percy when this weird text came, but he didn't send it! In fact, he was freaking out because had lost his phone!"

"Then why were you crying?" Steve challenged.

"It's because a close friend... called Jason... passed."

(Ok so it started between HoO and ToA, so now a year or so passed so it's in ToA now)

"I- did Percy, uh, you know, do that to him?"

I growled. That was the one thing I hated about Stephen Montgomery. He thought Percy was bad, so I didn't like him, and vice versa.

"What? No! His girlfriend and he got into a spot of trouble trying to save, uh..." Her eyes turned stormy. "Pose...is his father... Zeus...uncle...Apollo...Zeus's son...so..."

"Wait, what!?" Annabeth's jaw dropped. "How is Apollo Percy's cousin?"

"Apollo? Isn't that, like, the god of war or something?" Steve wrinkled his nose.

"No, that's Ares. And, um, Apollo is Percy's dad's brother's son. One of his many affairs." She sighed.

"Affairs?" Steve asked.

"It's better you don't know his family history." Annabeth said. "Some of his family are married with their siblings!"

"Ew!" Steve recoiled.

"Yeah, I know." Annabeth glared up at the ceiling. "Like with the Olympians. Especially the marriage between Hera and Zeus! Hera just wants a perfect family and is too proud to admit that!"

"You talk like you've met her." Steve laughed nervously.

"Oh, of course not! She's a complete fake!" Annabeth waved her hand dismissively.

"Uh, don't you mean, she's completely fake?"

Annabeth smiled sweetly. "Of course."

Steve smiled. "Yeah, of course." He grinned at Annabeth. "Anything... anything..."

He leaned in close and whispered something in her ear.

Annabeth tore herself away from Steve, running to the bathroom and holding her stomach like she might be sick. "Oh, bleh!"

I looked over at Steve. That did not go how we had planned.

She came out and shrieked. "STEVE MONTGOMERY, YOU DO NOT TELL ME I LOOK 'SEXY' ENOUGH FOR YOU TO DO ME!"

I winced. Had he said that?

Steve's blush confirmed it all.

"I-uh, sorry- just slipped out- an accident- you don't look, um, se- uh, like that at all! I was just joking! I mean, you do look nice, not that you're ugly, but, like, I wouldn't want to, umm, do that to you, you know, like it was just light teasing, but you do look gorgeous, I mean, not gorgeous, just smoking hot- I mean, not that, I meant that you look presentable. Yeah. But I was just joking and I meant to say that you look good but then my brain farted- oh, um, not farts! I don't fart! That's disgusting! Why am I even talking about farts? Oh, right. My brain didn't fart, it just, uh, lagged, like a computer. But my brain isn't a computer! It has emotions, and all the emotions for you are good. Um, I didn't mean that! Get what I mean by my brain farting? No, I mean lag! Lagging like when a computer doesn't go fast enough. When it just keeps going on and on and nothing ever comes out of it. Like our relationship right now. We should stop that. Actually get somewhere. Oops! Another lag! But lagging doesn't really fit the situation... lagging is like when a computer slows down, and I'm not slow at all! I'm super fast. Sonic speed! Speed, speed, speed! I'm all about speeding speed-os! Speedos? Ooh, do you like Speedos? They're like underwear. Eh, you probably don't. Ohhhh, I just said underwear! And again! Ack, how embarrassing! But I'd do anything for you- argh! Another brain lag! Why was I talking about this again? Uhh... oh, right, being slow. Actually, not being slow. Being fast! Because I'm strong and fast, just like you deserve a strong and fast person. Whoops, brain fart- lag! Brain lag! Lag, lag, lagggggg~ Getting off topic here? Oh, yeah, I am. Thanks brain. Heh heh. You probably thought that was epicly weird. Because it is. Is epicly even a word? I don't think it is. I bet you would know, you being so smart and all. No, brain lag again? Seriously? Ugh! Yeah, my brain does that, but it still has feelings, it's not just a lagging computer brain, and I have feeling for you- woah. I feel like I already said that, and it came out really wrong. I mean, I have emotions and I have emotions about you, just like I do for anyone else, but all of the emotions are good ones when it comes to you- hmm. Is it just me, or does it seem like emotions are in the heart? But then again, all the books say that the heart is just an organ that pumps blood. No emotions. All in the brain. So I was right! See, I'm smart like these times. Of course, it farted- I mean lagged- a lot, but it's actually really smart and I get underestimated a lot, just like you! We're really similar, in reality, and you know the saying, similars match! Or was it opposites attract? Whatever! you get what I mean, don't you? Oh no! I'm not trying to say I love you or anything- totally not- but still, right? We match! That means we're besties or something! Heh, what if we get sorted into the category, 'or something'? But that doesn't even make sense, since I didn't even make categories. Wait, did I? Did my brain go ahead of me? Stop it, brain! Um, I can feel you giving me weird looks, but I'm not worthy of that! I mean, I'm worthy of that, but I'm worthy of more than that. Get my drift? No? Doesn't matter. You will eventually, since you're a genius. I'm a genius too, and geniuses go well with geniuses! Wow, that sounded really stuck-up, but I'm not! I can't have you believing that! That would be terrible! You don't believe that, right? Phew! Now, what was i talking about? Genius, worthy, weird look, matching, lag, wait, I think I backtracked too much. Uhh... oh, the brain going ahead! I completely forgot about that! Heh! So, um, should I continue, or... go on to other topics? Or just shut up completely? Um, still giving me weird looks, are you? Well, guess I'll have to choose! Let's see, eenie meenie miney moe. Catch a lion- or was it a tiger? Yeah, a tiger. Uh, catch a tiger by the toe, if it hollers, let it go. Eenie meenie miney moe! Okay, so it's keep blabbering! Heh heh! So, um, brain going ahead of me, right! So, well, if you're interested, which you might not be, but I'm just saying right? Geniuses have to guess! Oh, and here I am, guessing I'm a genius. Proves I'm a genius. And there I go again. Heh. Anyway! My brain goes ahead of me. Genius mode! Argh! Why do I keep saying genius? I feel so arrogant. I'm going to try a challenge. Stop saying genius. So my brain goes to genius mode- Oh no! I failed already! But I'm still a genius- and I failed again! Eh, whatever. I give up. Genius, genius, genius! Ha! Take that! No idea who I'm talking to over here. Cue the laughter! I should try out for drama, huh? Sarcasm, just in case you didn't pick up on that. But ANYWAYS, the brain! Going! Ahead! Of! Myself! Why do I keep distracting myself- and see, I did it again! So my brain goes ahead of myself and so basically I finish the race before it even starts! Hey, wouldn't that be cheating? I'm not a cheater. I mean, like, well, I'll turn on the sarcasm here- I'm totally a cheater~"

"Cheater?" Annabeth interrupted. "Why are you talking about cheating? Are you cheating on someone?"

And just like that, Steve's five hour speech of weird rambling crumbled.

Lisa, Marie, Cleo, and the rest of the gossip girls all perked up.

"Cheater..." The mumbled within themselves. "Annabeth said Steve was cheating... so Annabeth must be dating him... so she's cheating on Percy... double cheating... cheater, cheater, cheater! Double cheat..."

Yeah. It went terribly. Steve got a new nickname before you could say, "Godzilla ate cheese'. Which you shouldn't be saying anyway.

The nickname was 'Double Cheater' since he supposedly 'cheated' and made Annabeth 'cheat' on Percy.

Yeah, right!

Anyway, Percy and Annabeth are still close, AND... well, Steve is trying to get back into Annabeth's good graces.

TIME SKIP

THE NEXT DAY

"Hey, Percy?" I called him. "Where should I meet you?"

"Huh...?" His groggy voice replied on the other side of the line.

I laughed into the phone. "Yesterday. You said you'd see me today. So where should I meet you, and when?"

"Wha-? Oh, that! That was just, uh, a mistake. I thought today was Friday."

My heart fell. He hadn't meant it? But then it rocketed into the air again as he said, "But we can still meet! What about the fountain in that park close to the school, y'know it? In, um, half an hour maybe?"

I grinned. "Sure!"

Then I quickly texted Steve.

Hey, Steve? Got a date with Percy. Try making a move on Annabeth NOW!

What? I KNEW HE WAS A CHEATER!

I didn't bother trying to correct him.

Yeah, sure, whatever. Just do it now.

On it

And wear your best clothes!

Ok, I get it

Fine, whatever, Double Cheater

Don't mention it!

What? Your catastrophic mistake? The Double Cheater thing?

I- ugh! Just don't.

I rolled my eyes but logged off anyway. I had a long half hour ahead of me.

I groaned in frustration.

It had been nearly twenty minutes, and I had barely narrowed my wardrobe choices to five outfits.

One was chic and dashing, with a long beige jacket, a pink crop top, and short jeans.

It would have been my first choice, but I worried it would seem too desperate.

The second was bubbly and girly.

It had a flouncy skirt, a top with flowers on them, and gray stockings.

Nice, but the skirt might be going over the top.

The third was casual and professional.

It had a blouse, dress slacks, and a messy bun. Nice and not too desperate, but then he might think I was too uptight,

The fourth was simple yet sweet, with a simple dress, a necklace, and a belted sweater.

Then again, the dress was too over the top.

The fifth was my favorite, with a fluffy cotton candy blue sweatshirt, black tights, and a stylish watch.

I chose the fifth after about five minutes. I looked at my watch and nearly freaked out. Only five minutes left! And I had to do my hair, makeup, and shoes too...

I couldn't very well text Percy and tell him I had been too focused on looking good enough and that I needed more time.

Or maybe I could...

Hey, Perce?

What's up?

I, uh, sorta need more time until we meet at the fountian

That's fine. Obsessed bout your looks?

Percy Jackson, get back here!

Ah! Save me!

But seriously, you know I was joking, right?

I mean, I don't hate you.

Wow, that came out wrong.

I mean, I... mildly dislike people who care too much about their looks, and I don't mildly dislike you.

At all!

Wow, Perce! You've typed more than I would have thought possible! You're a hero!

I am.

A heartbeat passed before another text pinged.

Actually.

I completely cracked up over his text.

I am. Actually.

Oh, his clueless and slightly dorky yet cute text was so hilarious! Oh!

No, you gotta believe me. I saved your life.

Yep, savior of messy hair!

I expected a comeback like, Nope, savior of awesomeness! But none came.

Instead:

Blue_Cookies has exited the chat

I frowned. I hadn't meant to upset him.

Hey, Perce?

Sorry if I insulted you.

Then I paused. It sounded too lovesick.

But you deserved it! :P

There. It balanced things out perfectly.

I leaned back, satisfied, before I added one more text.

And it's because all my good clothes are in the laundry. So I need to look at my bad clothes. And I don't want to wear them!

Now when Percy looked at my amazing outfit and realized that it was my 'bad' clothes, he'd think I had really good clothes.

But then what if he thought I was clothes-obsessed? Having 'good' and 'bad' clothes? Argh! This was so frustrating!

I decided to go with outfit five anyway, because I was too tired to search again.

I'll see you in ANOTHER 30 min!

The reply finally came.

Sure.

I had been hoping for something more along the lines of, 'Whatever you wish, my love' but whatever.

After thirty minutes, my hair had been done into loose braids, in the I-just-got-out-of-bed-and-I-look-this-good way. Cool, right?

My shoes were chocolate brown flats to match my hair.

Makeup was simple, the slightest touch of blush, natural toned lipstick, the like.

I strode out, knowing I would be late, but hey, better than being early. Made you seem like you wanted it too much.

I took a deep breath as I saw Percy.

He had a blue shirt, and his muscles were tight against the shirt. He wore a black leather jacket with the words, 'In Honor Of Ms. Dodds' embroidered on the back.

He had jeans with names doodled on by pen. I could read a few of them.

Silena Beauregard... Micheal Yew... Lee Fletcher... Luke Castellean... Ethan Nakamura... Damasen... Bob...

"So. Who's Ms. Dodds? Is she like, your mom or aunt or- oh no! I'm so sorry, Percy. I had no idea that someone in your family had... passed. In Honor of Ms. Dodds, right? So she's gone."

Percy's face crumpled into laughter. "My...aunt? No, no, no..! Ha! She'd be so mad if she ever found out she'd been called my aunt... ha!"

I frowned. "Uh, what?"

"Oh, nothing. And, uh, have you heard about the Double Cheater thing?" He asked.

So he was worried!

"Yeah! Annabeth seemed really into Steve, poor thing..." I clucked my tongue.

"You do know Annabeth swore on the river sticks she would never ever date him or anyone else other than me? And I did the same?" (huge commitment!)

"But she might break her word. I mean, it's just sticks. Like, she could have gone to the river and picked up a random stick and swore on it. Actually, she probably did do that!" I said.

I suddenly felt a stab of pain in my gut.

Who dares...

I heard a slithering voice say.

I turned and saw a woman with black hair, and I swear to God, black eyes.

"Uh, did you hear that, hobo lady?" I asked nervously.

Hobo lady...

I felt another stabbing sensation.

You undermine me... You insult my faithful servant...

The hobo said.

"Servant? You're not allowed to have servants. Unless you're super rich. But you're not! You look like a hobo!" I wheezed. gasping as my stomach felt as if it was being ripped apart.

I doubled over, coughing and shaking.

A random river... You dare call me that, mortal? You must be punished!

I braced myself for pain, but none came. I looked around and saw Percy, shouting defiantly in a language I couldn't understand.

The voice responded in the same language, and I realized that although the voice was coming from the hobo, the hobo's mouth wasn't moving.

The hobo exploded all of a sudden, and I'm saying it literally.

Water spewed from her mouth and eyes and it was directed toward Percy. I couldn't see anything for a long while, but I could hear Percy's screams.

Screams of agony.

After the water was gone, the hobo had disappeared, and Percy had a burn on his upper arm, near his shoulder.

"I wasn't expecting it." He gasped. "I didn't have a mortal anchor. So it nearly killed me." He nodded toward his arm. "But then... I remembered... and now..." he gestured toward the spot where it had burned.

"My burn is my weak spot." He blew out a breath.

My head spun. Then I finally registered what was happening.

An insane hobo lady had come to us, and then she had thrown a pot of boiling water at Percy.

"So... I guess... um, you were talking about the Double Cheater thing. Well, I think cheating is terrible." I frowned. "Terrible."

"Uh, yeah. Never be a double cheater." I had a feeling he didn't know what I was talking about. I didn't press it.

"I should go home." Percy said, rubbing his arm.

"Yeah." I said awkwardly.

"Oh, and," He said, looking back at me.

"Never Be A Double Cheater!"