AHHHHHHHH WE PASSED 1000 AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I PRACTICALLY FREAKED! I LOVE YOU ALL SOOOOOOO MUCH!

I'm sorry it took me so long for the chapter! Every time I got to a good part my mind would go blank and I'd have to wait 2 days to think of something :D

UUUGGHHH started basketball! We had our first game!

We tied.

Grrrrrrrr….

WE WOULDN'T HAVE TIED IF THAT STUPID BIATCH WOULDN'T HAVE TRIPPED ME! Oh my goodness it was the last 15 seconds of the last quarter and the wing passed me the ball but my defender was over-defending me so I went for a backdoor lay-up and SHE TRIPPED ME! THAT GIRL PUT HER FOOT RIGHT INFRONT OF ME AND TRIPPED ME! AND THEN WHEN I STUMBLED TWICE BEFORE FALLING THE REF CALLED IT A TRAVEL!

Grrrrrrrr….

Anyway, all you anonymous reviewers, if you asked what Annabeth's ability was I'm not answering because you could just READ THE CHAPTER.

I'm in a bad mood.

Enjoy the chapter.

I was jolted awake by the sound of my front door creaking open.

Someone was breaking in.

The room was pitch black, so I knew it was still night. I wondered if the intruder knew I was inside the cabin. In a moment of panic I closed my eyes and lay still, pretending to be asleep. If the intruder came to attack me, I would have the element of surprise.

I heard the door shut with a small click. The room was eerily quiet afterward, and even though I tried to control my breathing as best I could, it was still the only sound heard. I listened hard for the intruder's footsteps, but nothing was heard. Whoever it was had to be light on their feet. I started to wonder if they had left when the door had clicked shut.

I felt someone stand over the bed. I was afraid sweat was forming at my brow. Body heat radiated off of the intruder like they had recently been sweating, but they didn't smell. I worked hard to keep perfectly still.

"Percy," they whispered.

My eyes popped open.

"Annabeth!?" I exclaimed.

She gave a small smile as she looked down at me, "Hey."

I sat up quickly and wrapped her in a hug, holding her to my chest. She jolted in surprise at first, but returned the hug.

I pulled away and put my hands on her arms, holding her and arm distance away.

My eyes widened as I looked at her face.

"Y-your, "I stuttered, "b-but Mark said…. He- he didn't explain-"

"Shhhhh," she put her finger on my lips, "Mark told me what happened. I came to explain."

Annabeth's features were barely visible in the dim light, but she still managed to be stunningly beautiful. She was alert and focused; her eyes seemed to be open a little wider, her posture even a little straighter. She looked at her full glory, like someone does when they get the perfect amount of sleep. I betted if I had fought her then she would have defiantly beaten me.

I, on the other hand, probably looked like a train wreck with my hair sticking out in every direction and bags under my eyes.

Annabeth grabbed my wrist and beckoned me to stand.

"Come with me," she urged, "I need a more private place. Grover will come here in the morning."

I stood and switched the lamp light on.

"No!" she exclaimed, reaching around me and turning it off quickly, "Someone will know we're here."

"Where are we going then?" I demanded, watching her.

"Somewhere more private, "she repeated, looking anxious. She was shifting her weight constantly and motioned me to get going. .

I grabbed a shirt off the back of the desk chair and slipped it over my head. Annabeth quickly grabbed my wrist and lead me through the dark room to the door. She opened it quietly and looked out to make sure no one was there. The surroundings must have pleased her because she dragged me outside into the freezing cold and closed the door behind us.

"Can I get a jacket?" I whispered as she turned.

"You won't need it, "she answered, beckoning me to follow her down the sidewalk.

Frost covered the grass and trees, and the edges of the stream were frozen over. The new moon let off barely any light. The rope swing Annabeth and I had once sat on when I first got here looked as though it was frozen in place. The frost covering the seat looked like an intricate web of ice.

The air was dry and cold as I followed Annabeth up the steps of her cabin.

"This is your private place?" I asked as Annabeth opened the door and walked inside.

"It's more private than your cabin."

The room was nice and warm when we walked in. It was dark at first, so I just stood at the door. I could hear Annabeth as she walked quickly across the room, and the lamp switched on. Annabeth stood on the other side of the room.

She turned around and looked up at me.

"You might want to sit down," she recommended, seriousness flooding through her eyes, "We could be here a while."

"All night?" I asked, grabbing the nearest chair.

"That might just be as long as it takes."

I sat in chair, facing Annabeth, keeping my distance. I watched as she sat down softly on her bed, her hands in her lap. She sighed and closed, most likely wanting this moment to go away.

"Where do I even start?" she asked, running her hands through her hair.

I paused before I replied.

"Where do you want to start?"

She sat silently and looked down at the floor. She looked completely relaxed sitting there; she really was going to tell me.

"I'm sorry," she spoke finally.

I watched her face, confused.

"Sorry for what?"

Her eyes looked up to meet mine.

"Everything," she replied, "Lying to you. Not telling you. Just… everything. "

"Annabeth," I watched her as she buried her head in her hands, "You must have a reason."

She nodded slowly, "I do, I do. My ability."

I got the message and stood to slowly walked over to the bed. Annabeth didn't notice me until I sat down next to her, the bed sinking under my body weight. She leaned into me and I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. Her eyes squeezed shut.

She swallowed.

"My ability Percy. It's… complicated.

I rubbed her back soothingly.

"You don't have to tell me," I whispered in her ear.

"Don't say that," she looked up at my face, "I did not come here to chicken out, "

"Then don't," I replied softly.

She sighed and looked down at the ground, looking pained. She pushed away from my embrace and scooted a little farther away.

"Percy, my ability, "she closed her eyes, "I have an overactive consciousness."

I looked over at her, confused, "What?"

"As I said, it's complicated. My head is pretty much… overactive. When I'm awake I can sense what's going to happen seconds before it happens," she looked up at me, "It's not the same as seeing the future; I don't see anything, just feel it. I can usually block it out, but if something important is coming, I know. And my head can calculate all kinds of complicated stuff by itself. I don't even control it most of the time, "she smiled, "Sometimes it's annoying and calculates what's going to happen in a book or sometimes even test answers… "

"That's so not fair!" I exclaimed, gaping at her," My ability needs to figure out how to do that!"

She laughed at me.

"But still, I don't understand, "I looked at her face, "What does that have anything to do with screaming in you sleep?"

Her smile disappeared and she looked away.

"It's a side effect, Percy, " her eyes locked with mine. They were dead serious.

"I can feel pain in my sleep."

That hit me like a freaking dump truck.

"What?" I asked disbelievingly.

"Well my conscious is overactive, so to balance it out my unconscious is also overactive. All I dream are nightmares, " she sighed, "Anything can happen in nightmares. You could be thrown off a cliff, stabbed, and even tortured., " she paused, "But you can't die."

She choked back an abrupt sob.

"I know what it's like to be tortured over and over again, Percy. To want to just die so badly you can't feel anything," she looked up at my face with red, tearless eyes, "That's why I've trained myself to go three months without sleeping. I can't hide from it, I can only run. Eventually every two to three months I just pass out from exhaustion and Mark finds me and brings me to the infirmary. He leaves me there to sleep for the day, and when I wake up I can go for three more months."

I looked into her eyes.

"Annabeth," I was lost for words, "I'm so sorry."

She gave a small, pained smile that quickly disappeared.

"It started happening after my mom left. I was about 2 and my dad used to wake up to me screaming every night. He took me to doctors, therapists, baby whisperers, but I couldn't talk so nothing helped. My dad just had to wake up to me screaming every night. He wasn't getting any sleep, so he hired this girl to trade off with him every other night so he could sleep."

She sighed.

"When I learned to talk I told my dad all about the dreams. He remembered something my mom told him before she left, something about special abilities. I started telling him how our conversations were going to end and answers to his college course tests. His 'caring father' façade dropped, and he began to think I was crazy. My dad searched everywhere for the nearest place to dump me. He couldn't find a thing, so he got married again to a witch and hoped it would block me out."

Annabeth looked up at me.

"It didn't. My stepmother hated me. She looked all over the country for a boarding school that would take a child who screamed in their sleep. No one would; they all claimed it was too much of a disturbance. She even thought about an asylum."

She swallowed.

"She sent me to one actually."

My eyes widened.

"A week was enough though. My dad came home from a business trip and took me straight home, mad at my stepmother. He cared a little, but I didn't let that fool me. Over time I was training myself not to sleep. By the time I was about 7 I could go for 2 weeks without an ounce of sleep. I didn't have any friends either. I barely went to school; my parents didn't care."

She paused to close her eyes and take a deep breath.

"One day I was coming home from a school day I actually went to. I had made my first friend that day, some new girl named Molly. She was a pretty brunette and was also in first grade. When I turned the corner to my street, I saw my house engulfed in flames,"

She looked down.

"Everyone was inside. No one made it out. The firefighters couldn't do anything. By the time they got there it was too dangerous to go inside; the whole house was collapsing into ash. The next day after it was burned, I went through all the dirty rubble. Only one thing remained."

Annabeth turned and reached under her pillow. She pulled out a half-burnt picture of a stunningly beautiful woman holding a baby.

"It's my mom and I," she smiled, "It's all I have of her. I don't remember her at all really, but sometimes I swear I hear her talking in my nightmares. She's always the one reminding me it's a dream and urging me to wake."

"How did you get here at Goode?" I asked.

"The orphan agency that was trying to find me a home and got call from Goode saying they would take me. The agency sent me there, no questions asked. It was kind of cruel if you ask me, just sending me away with nothing. But thankfully it was a good home."

She looked up at me and smiled.

"A good home with great friends."

What she said triggered a memory in the back of my mind. Annabeth's file.

I swallowed.

"Um, Annabeth? There's something I need to tell you."

The way I said it made the smile wipe clear of her face.

"Yes?"

I scooted back farther from her. I didn't know how she would take it.

I closed my eyes. Just blurt it out! Just blurt it out!

"I found your file."

Silence.

I opened one eye cautiously to see her reaction. Her face was emotionless; her emotional walls were up again. It pained me to watch.

"So you knew everything already?" she asked quietly.

My eyes widened.

"No." I answered "I didn't open it."

Her eyes flicked up to my face.

"You didn't?" she asked disbelievingly.

I smiled, "That's exactly what the 'self-centered jerk' Percy would do."

Her face erupted into a smile. My heart fluttered. If I couldn't be with her, I at least wanted to make her smile like that.

She put her hands on my cheeks and looked me straight in the eye.

"You are trustworthy Percy."

She leaned in and smashed her lips to mine.

Every nerve in my brain shorted out. My hands went straight to her small waist to hold her closer. I angled my head to get deeper. There was something about kissing Annabeth that made me fearless, like an invisible electric pull between the two of us. Annabeth's arms wrapped around my neck and we both fell on the bed, too busy to care.

I released everything I had been feeling for a long time into that kiss. I wanted Annabeth to know exactly how I felt. I could feel her do the same.

I let myself get lost in the kiss, resting my hands on the small patch of skin were her shirt had ridden up. Her skin was soft and warm.

Much to my displeasure, Annabeth gently pulled away. I opened my eyes, my shoulders rising and falling as I regained my breath. Annabeth's eyes were still closed as we kept our faces close.

"Annabeth," I broke the silence, "I –"

She put her finger on my lips and opened her eyes.

"We've done enough talking tonight," she whispered.

She wrapped her arms around my neck once more and laid her head on my shoulder.

I reached over and turned the lamp off, the whole room going dark. I laid my head on the sofa and wrapped my arms protectively around Annabeth. She was warm pressed against me; it was a nice feeling. My head was swimming with emotions, but I pushed them all away.

Annabeth wouldn't sleep, but I would.

Does it feel nice to know Annabeth's ability? Haha a few people came SUPA close, but they didn't say anything about overactive conscious *shrugs* oh well!

YAY THEY'RE TOGETHER! PERCABETH!

SUCK ON THAT BAILEY! I WAS GONNA HINT YOU 'CONSIOUS' AND YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN IT BUT NOOOOOO YOU HAD TO GO ON WITH YOUR…. plan?

Haha sorry guys talking to my BFF B! Everybody say heyyyyy to Bailey!

Ehhhh… I'm not as happy with the chappie as I could be… it's a little fast in one place…

Oh well! I was re-reading the story this weekend and was reading my first few chapters and was like WHOA THIS IS EMBARRASSING, so I might go fix those up when the story's over, but that'll be a while.

Oh and you guys are SUPA lucky I put Percabeth in there. My English teacher was NOT nice to me.

Do you know what she said?

She told me I had a horrible writing style :(

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