Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, because I am thirteen year old girl and not a middle aged man (Hahaha, or am I?). Anyway, it would be nice if you left some nice, constructive comments because this is my first proper fanfic, but you don't have too. Thx, Valen.

The bus was loaded. The kids where whooping. The parents were crying. Annabeth Chase sighed as she mounted the steps of the coach: just another boring residential trip was coming, and out of all the places the school could have chosen? Well, she wasn't exactly sure. All she knew was that they were going to a nature resort in the middle of nowhere, to learn about the environment, and to suffer through nature activities, deemed 'Fun and Exciting,' by Mr Montford, the school principal.

From years of practice, she drew up her mental shields and prepared herself as she walked down the aisle. Whispers started.

'Arsonist'

'Freak'
'Mad as a Hatter,'
Annabeth was burdened with these insults, and had been so for many years now. Being a demigod, had often led her to unfortunate dilemmas at school, and so suspicions of things such as arson has come about. She was no arsonist (that rumour had started when a Hydra had broken in), not mad (Okay, sure. To anyone seeing her converse with that empousa, she must have looked so), and - or so she hoped - not a freak. Though she guessed being half blood meant being an outcast, being rejected and treated as though she was indeed a freak.

Annabeth made herself comfortable in the back against the window and stared out of the glass panel, at the parents milling around the bottom of the bus. Of course, there was no one there for her. The only reason she was on this trip was because Chiron had paid it for her, claiming she needed a break. She longingly thought of camp, and Percy... Oh, gods of Olympus she missed Percy. It was only November, but she had not seen Percy since he went to his own boarding school after the war with Gaea. If only she could see him now.

Annabeth fought sleep madly.

'Come on Annabeth!' She muttered to herself 'you survived Tartarus, you can stay awake a few more hours.'
Annabeth would not allow herself to sleep because since last summer, she would wake up screaming, racked from terrible nightmares, shouting for Percy. Most people at school knew about her nightmares, and used it as another reason to torment her.
"Who'se Percy eh?" They would shriek at her in the corridors "Your boyfriend? Aw, bless."
Or "Mumma been letting you watch those scawy films again?"
If only they knew the half of it. Sometimes she wondered why she had even bothered saving the world at all.

Finally, after many hours of sitting in that cramped bus unable to move (which for Annabeth, who was AHDH, was particularly painful), they pulled up outside an old house. In the fashion of hooligans, the class disembarked noisily, jostling at each other. The teachers fruitlessly attempted to maintain order as they heaved the endless sea of bags and handed them to their respective owners. Once they had all rejoined, one teacher, an old hag who looked like a fury, Mrs Martin, reached into her faded pastel pink pocket, and took out a piece of paper.

"This is the plan for your room and roommates," she droned, in her monotonous voice "Swapping is prohibited: as is thievery, practical jokes, fights and laughter."

The students erupted into a synchronised groan, as Mrs Martin (or Martini, as the youths had long since taken to calling her), proclaimed her torture plan.
And oh Hades, she had it in for Annabeth. Since Annabeth - or rather she suspected Annabeth had - torched her math room (which, okay she had, but that was the fault of the Hydra) , she had had a grudge for her, forever handing the daughter of Athena a detention for whatever meagre wrong doing or bad spelling she had made. And gods, she felt no mercy today.

Annabeth ended up in a room of four with Courtney, Shan and Elise, the bitchiest girls in the school. They complained loudly when they learnt of their fourth roommate, and bad mouthed her blatantly. Annabeth didn't care, hand before her, she performed an obscene gesture at their retreating backs, that, if she had been at camp and seen by Chiron, would have had her scrubbing pots after every meal for the next six months. And Annabeth should know after a certain incident with the Stolls.

Sighing deeply, she hitched her rucksack onto her left shoulder, and dragged her feet after her class. Every time Annabeth felt like punching one of these kids, which was countless times a day, she had to remind herself that these were only normal teenagers, and normal teenagers would be like that.

The thing was that Annabeth was not normal.
Hey, she could fight her battles just fine, but she had made her mind up to not waste her time on these mortals.

The room they were staying in was simple. Ivory walls, and rough blue carpet. Four twin beds lay parallel to each other, headboards against the left wall, each with a closet on their right. The other three girls had already unpacked, and where in the process of squealing over a magazine which, as far as Annabeth could see, was just a few gods damned pages depicting pictures of shirtless, ripped men. Snorting, she thought of Percy, and how he could outshine any of those men, of whom she caught sight of upon sulkily looking across at the girls.

Thankful for their lack of attention on her, Annabeth took the opportunity to dress out of her rather smelly, sweaty clothes. She ducked into the bathroom and locked herself in with her clothes. With all the scars she had gained over the years; all the scars decorating her tanned muscular back, arms, legs, torso; with all those scars that she bore, she did not dare change in front of others. She had chosen her camp half blood top, necklace, owl earings and jeans. Of course, she realised that such clothes she had picked was meant for camp, and not a school residential, but who cared? They smelt like home.

One hour later, the students of Norrison Academy, Annabeth's school, traipsed down in an unorganised crowd to the mess hall, where they would greet the other schools in their party, and be led through a detailed plan of the coming week. One by one, the schools filed into the rows of seats. Once they were all assembled, and old man bustled onto a make shift dais, and tapped the microphone to check it was functioning. It wasn't, and the man frowned, before issuing a command to the faculty flanking him. She took this opportune moment to peer around the room.

New York Finishing School: Okay

52nd School: Okay
Classmore high: Okay
Goode: Okay
Har-
Hold up.
Goode!?
With her heart hammering against my chest, She scanned the crowd, looking for her Seaweed Brain. At first Annabeth didn't see him, and disappointment so hard lurched inside her, she felt bile rise in her throat.
But then she saw him.
Saw untameable black hair, sea green eyes, a muscular tall body. Percy! She felt giddy and elated.
With a start, she realised that Percy's previously roving eyes had landed on her, and an expression of surprise, them wild happiness crossed his beautiful face.
"Wise girl?" He mouthed, shocked.
She nodded with a huge grin.
Percy inclined his head to the side, and Annabeth realised he was signalling towards the door near him. Annabeth winked, nodded, and with a smile on her face, slipped out of her seat and made her way to the door Percy had shown her.
Being who she was, invisible save for when she was being insulted, which was admittedly quite regularly, nobody stopped her as she woven herself between the rows, with her head kept low.

Percy cornered her and pushed her against the wall.

"He-" she said, but was cut off my his lips meeting her mouth. Annabeth smiled against his lips, and leaned in deeper. By some miracle of the gods, he was here. And for the first time since Tartarus, she allowed happiness so strong she was drowning, to take her. They deepened the kiss, until it became a flame of passion. Percy held her tight, he moved his hands up her back, and she tilted her head up to his face until the flame was white hot, they were moving so gracefully they may be dancing and then -
"Ahem."
The couple jumped apart blushing furiously. Patiently filed outside the door, two straight lines, Norrison school waiting to leave, and Goode beside them.
Damned coincidence.
Damned timing.
The crowd of students wolf whistled, the teachers staring, somewhat shocked and possibly surprised at Annabeth, the quiet, nerdy girl having a boyfriend.
"Annabeth Chase, get to your line, Percy Jackson, to your's" Mr Montford said with a scowl.
"And I take it you missed the assembly to' - he paused, contemplating how to phrase his words - Make out with your boyfriend?"
"Um..."

Staring at the floor, but smiling despite herself, Annabeth felt the blush creep up her face. She stalked down the walk of shame to the back of the line at Goode, her head high. Beside her, Percy to his class, clearly containing his laughter. Taunts came from the line, peals of laughter resounding on the walls, with a deep, long sigh, Annabeth stood at the back glumly. Martini hissed at her as she passed to the front of the queue, muttering something about disrespectful teenagers.

It dawned on Annabeth only as she stood before the mirror brushing her teeth later that night.

It dwelled in Annabeth's mind only as she lay in bed, withstanding the jeers of her roommates.
And only in the morning, as she desperately attempted to shield her scars from the other girls whilst she changed, that she really worried on it.
How has Mr Montford know Percy's name?