There's a girl in his class that always sits in the back, writing in her notebook. Percy has basically memorized what that book looks like. Pieces of paper are sticking out all around, and it's leather, with random stickers put all over the back of it.

What he doesn't know, is what's inside. See, he's been going to school with Annabeth Chase for the past five years, and he still has no clue what she might be writing in there. As far as he knows, she's just scribbling random words.

He's not a bully. He's never been. But his friends can be, and she is the perfect target. He mostly watches as they periodically harass her for her writing. It makes him feel sick to his stomach. He wishes he could stop them, but he's not brave enough.

There was one time, when he tried to talk to her after, simply pull her aside and say sorry, ask her what she was always writing about. She just glared at him and walked away, mumbling the word "Asshole" under her breath.

He deserves it, he knows he does.

Percy doesn't think he's seen her with anyone else. She always stays in the same place during lunch, except on Tuesdays. For some reason, he can never find her on Tuesdays.

It's not an obsession, he tries to convince himself, but his conscious gets the better of him. Who is he kidding? He should just ignore this girl, and go to one of the cheerleaders instead. Ask them on a date. Focus on them.

He's always noticed her, not just this year, when she had a glow up and started to stand out in a crowd a bit more- he's noticed her since eighth grade, when she moved from California. She was in his 5th and 6th period classes, and sat down two rows away from him.

When she was introduced to the class, she muttered her name, and clutched her notebook. The same one she has now.

Percy noticed her ever since. She hasn't noticed him though, not in that way. And she never will. Annabeth Chase doesn't deserve someone like him.

Which is why he hesitates, when looking at the very same notebook he's seen from afar many times, right in front of him, next to the same computer he's at.

He didn't want to go to the library during Lunch, but his swim coach said that if he wanted to swim in the next tournament, he would have to keep his grades at a B at least.

Should I give it to her? He wonders, Or… no. I can't read it. That would be invasive.

Or would it? The devil on his shoulder said.

Don't do it! The sane side of his mind screamed

He opens the book, and flipped through the pages.

Writing. Paragraphs and paragraphs of writing. Drawings on the side to. He starts to read, from the first page, and sees that it's the start of a book.

He reads further, until the passage stops. Post by tomorrow night, bold, and underlined, beneath the paragraph it reads.

It's… online? He didn't know you could post writing publically. He wondered where you could find this story online. He could look for it, or…

Or, he could continue reading what was already there.

He flipped through the pages, reading it. It seemed to be an adventure story, about a girl, on a far away planet. Her parents were dead, and the only companion she had was a hilarious, talking sword. It wasn't like anything he'd every read before. It was different- not like the stuff he was assigned in class.

When Percy thought about it, he hadn't really read anything out of class. He'd always dismissed it as "boring" and "a waste of time," which was ironic, because his mom was an author. She had written three books so far, all a mix of romance and dystopia.

Even so, reading had always seemed like a faraway subject, something that didn't matter, that he didn't care about.

But this was good. This story intrigued him, and he wanted to know more.

So he googled it. The computer was right there. Why not look at what was available to him. He soon found it, but there were more links attached to it than expected. Several forums. An entire merch website. Tons of articles. And most of all, the actual story.

When he found the writing, and the amount of people that read it, and the amount of people dedicated to it, he nearly fainted.

Annabeth Chase, for all this time, had been some sort of internet celebrity. How had he not known this? How had the school not known this.

Maybe Annabeth wanted to keep it secret. Maybe Annabeth didn't want people to know. That was perfectly plausible. Percy had heard of people online who'd kept up their anonymity for years because they didn't want to face the heaps of fans that loved them.

They'd go about their day, pretending what they did didn't impact the minds and hearts of millions. They'd be pretending all the time. If they saw someone interested in what they had created, the would ignore it, or worse, play along.

Percy hadn't understood this, but not he was starting to. If people figured out that Annabeth was the author of this work of art, they might try to get into her circle of friends. Befriend her for her work, not who she was.

Percy understood that. It happened everyday to him. He was constantly trying to weed out the people that didn't really care about him, or wanted to get to know him so they could learn his "secrets."

Plus, Annabeth didn't sound like the type of person that loved attention of any form. As far as he knew, she didn't really have any friends. He saw her talking to a couple of people after school once, but once she was done talking to them, they went their separate ways. He didn't see her hanging out with them again.

Even so, Percy pondered why she would keep it a secret. He understood that he and Annabeth weren't the same person, but if he had this thing, that so many people loved, then he would tell people about it. Spread the word.

He bookmarked the page, and then held up Annabeth's notebook to his eyes. With every word he read, he wondered:

Who the heck is Annabeth Chase?

He continued to flip through the pages, reading every word on the page until-

"What the hell are you doing with that?"

Shit.

Annabeth.

Thanks for reading! I don't know how long this will be so far, but I hope to update weekly!

Also, what do you think so far? What do you predict will happen?