Hmmm...I don't really have any words of wisdom to deliver today. Graduation is coming up...I'm going to a dance on Friday...I only have four days of school left...

Umm...yeah...OH! Huge thanks to Clara Fonteyn and Stolen Silent Stars, my betas!

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Chapter Five—Dragging Bodies, Tied Hands, and Hangovers

Annabeth about collapsed from him leaning against her and resting all his weight on her. It was like dragging a dead body.

"God, Percy! You're either really muscular or really fat," she huffed, readjusting herself so she could take the weight.

After ten minutes, she finally made it to his condo. She dumped him on his bed and leaned against the wall to catch her breath. She then got up and went to the kitchen, found a glass, filled it with water, and brought it back and put it on the table beside his bed.

When she glanced at him, she saw he was sleeping, and well, she had to admit he looked…cute.

She sighed. In a way, she pitied him. Like her, he didn't really have a choice. It was either marry her or lose the company, which was like her situation with her dad's company.

Maybe if we would have met on other terms, Annabeth thought, we wouldn't be fighting.

Suddenly, Percy moaned and his arm wrapped itself around Annabeth's neck and pulled her head to his chest.

Annabeth growled. On second thought, we'd still be fighting.

She shoved at his chest, hoping to either get out of his grasp forcefully or wake him up, but nothing happened. She then focused her efforts on trying to get his arm off. She pulled at his arm, but either she was just really weak and she needed to start going to the gym, or Percy wasn't going to let her go easily.

She growled. "Percy."

His hand twitched. "Percy! Wake up!"

He grumbled and started to turn to his side, and Annabeth took her chance. She swiftly ducked her head under his arm and stumbled back to the door. She glared at his back. She had planned to just get her coat and leave, but an idea struck her as she spotted a belt. She smirked and picked it up. She proceeded towards Percy with caution, avoiding any arms that might fancy trapping her again. She slowly brought his hand up to the bedpost and, using the belt, tied his hand to it. She tied it tight so it would be hard for him to get it undone in the morning.

She stood back and admired her work. "Maybe I should tie the other one, just for good measure…" she mused to herself. She shrugged and found another belt, tying his other hand to the other bed post.

You brought this on yourself, Percy, she thought, getting drunk and passing out…Who do you think you are?

She grabbed her coat and made her way to the door. She glanced back at him and his sleeping form and smiled before finally leaving.

What the hell happened?

This was Percy's first thought as he finally came to. He opened his eyes and winced. It felt like someone was attacking his head with a sledgehammer. The light streaming in from his window only made things worse.

Well, at least I'm in my own room and I'm fully clothed…

He groaned and tried to bring his hands to his eyes but found he couldn't. He froze. He tugged his arms again, but they still stayed above his head. He glanced up with much difficulty to find his hands tied to the posts with his belts.

He stared at them.

What…the…hell…?

How…? Who…? Dammit, he couldn't remember! He couldn't remember anything! The only thing he remembered was going to the bar with his dad. After that, everything was a haze. He must have really been hammered.

The alarm clock on his nightstand suddenly went off, scaring the living daylights out of him. He looked over to see it was eight fifteen.

Crap! he thought. He had to go work in fifteen minutes.

He looked up at his hands again and tugged and pulled and yanked at them, but they were tied together too tightly.

Come on, who could tie a belt like that?

Percy then was hit with flashbacks of the previous night: Annabeth yelling at him, he himself yelling at the bartender, Annabeth dragging him home…

His eyes narrowed. Annabeth…

Oh, she would pay for this.

Percy got over his anger momentarily so he could get himself out of this situation. He painfully scooted up to one of his hands. Using his teeth, he started gnawing on the belt, trying to untie it.

I hate her, I hate her, I hate her…It was a mantra in his head as he twisted and turned his head to get the best angle to get the damn belt off.

And then he froze because just then he remembered there was a meeting at Swanson Architectural Company that he was supposed to go to. He supposed it was pretty important, and at this rate, he was going to be late.

Hewent back to work on the belt rather furiously.

Dammit, he thought with a hint of despair, they make it look so easy on TV.

Finally, after much biting, gnawing, and mental cursing, he got his left hand free. He sighed in relief. Now he was able to sit up fully and he quickly untied his right hand. He scrambled from his bed to look for something decent and not wrinkled to wear. His room was literally a pig-sty (so what if he had been lying to Annabeth a few days ago?) with food wrappers, clothes, and other junk lying around. He should seriously think about cleaning this up. It wouldn't be good if cockroaches started taking refuge in his room.

That thought alone was enough to make him shiver.

He quickly pulled his shirt off (squeal!) and put on a black shirt hanging on his bedpost. He rummaged around for his white button-down and thanked the Lord that it was actually hanging up in his closet. He then swiftly changed into a pair of trousers. He grabbed his bag and his jacket and rushed out of the room.

The clock in Conference Room B read eight forty. Everyone looked bored as they waited for Percy to arrive, even though he was supposed to be there ten minutes ago.

Poseidon was making a paper football, Mike was doodling, Mike's assistant was organizing Mike's day on his palm pilot, and everyone else was either sleeping or doing their own thing. Annabeth, however, was subconsciously tapping her foot against the floor. She was leaning back in her chair with her arms crossed, a triumphant smirk on her face.

"Maybe we should just get started…?" Poseidon suggested quietly.

"I agree!" Annabeth consented enthusiastically.

"Alright, then," Mike sighed. He stood up and started his presentation. "As you know, we're going to start—"

"I'm here!" Percy shouted, bursting through the door.

"So you are…" Mike said dryly. "You're late."

"Why were you late, Honey?" Annabeth asked with a sweetly innocent tone.

He glared at her. "Well, Darling, I was stuck in this grave situation, you see, and, well, my hands were tied," he said through clenched teeth, a fake and slightly sadistic grin on his face that. It was a grin that promised many embarrassing things to happen to Annabeth in the near future, and Annabeth couldn't help but shiver slightly.

Wait a minute, one of the workers in the room thought. Honey? Darling? They aren't…

"Excuse me," the man spoke up, raising his hand like he was in second grade. "I'm confused…are you two, like…dating?"

Percy and Annabeth blinked. Crap. They forgot the office didn't know. Should they know? Could they know?

"Er," Mike mumbled. "That was another thing we were going to talk about today. Might as well say it now…Percy and Annabeth are getting married."

It was pure silence. You could have heard a pin drop through the metaphorical crickets.

Finally someone spoke up. "Uh, congrats."

Then everyone else started congratulating them and soon they were all smiling and laughing. They clapped Percy on the back and gave Annabeth a hug.

Percy and Annabeth blinked, surprised. "Well," Annabeth said mildly. "I wasn't expecting that."

Percy scratched his head. "Yeah…" He then remembered the little stunt that had made him late. He moved in front of her and glared down at her through narrowed eyes. "What the hell is your problem?" he asked so only she could hear.

She blinked up at him. "What?"

"That little stunt you pulled on me…what the hell was it for?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You're the one who got all 'touchy' on me last night. Literally."

Percy felt his face heat up at her words. 'Touchy?' What did that mean? They didn't actually…No, they couldn't have. He woke up with his clothes on. Besides, even if he was drunk, he wouldn't have "done the deed" with her. It's not that he thought she wasn't attractive—quite the opposite, actually—but her personality contradicted her physical features.

Still…he had to be positive.

"Uh…touchy?" he asked, his voice cracking on the word.

Annabeth mentally smirk. Plan aside, she really wanted to mess with his head as revenge for last night.

She put on her best cute and innocent face. "Oh, don't you remember, Percy?"

Percy swallowed and pulled at his shirt nervously. "Uh…"

Annabeth brought her finger to her chin. She sighed dramatically. "I guess you wouldn't. You were pretty drunk last night."

Now Percy was freaking out. "What exactly happened?"

"Well…" Annabeth started. It took everything she had to not burst out laughing. "You had your arms wrapped around me," she then moved to wrap her arms around his neck. She was sickened on the inside, but on the outside she was smirking. Percy was uncomfortable, and he was still freaking out.

Annabeth continued. "And you just wouldn't let me go. So I had to take extreme measures."

Percy blinked rapidly. "T-there's no way that could have happened! I would have remembered!" he said surely.

Annabeth retracted her arms with a sigh. She then smiled wryly. "You're right."

Percy was confused now. "Now I'm lost…I'm right about what, exactly?"

She turned and said, "Nothing happened last night. You got really drunk and tried to hold me down so I tied your hands to the bed posts." She shrugged like it was nothing and then glanced over her shoulder with a devious look. "I just like messing with your head."

And then she chuckled, the whole exchange going unnoticed by everyone else. She went and sat back down in her seat.

Percy…well, Percy just stood there, staring at the devil that was his fiancée.

And that concludes chapter five! Next chapter is more of a filler, and then things after that get good :D

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-Akatsuki Child