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This is my first story, and all these fantastic writers here inspired me to write myself. I hope you guys like it, forgive me for a few grammatical errors I am doing my best. Please follow and mark favorite if you like it.

Characters belong to Rick Riordan, but the plot is mine.

Chapter 1

Percy POV

"I can't keep pretending that you are just a friend to me!" I yelled at her with tears brimming in my eyes.

"But-" That was all she could manage.

"Yes, now what? You will hate me. Say that "you cannot believe", "I am that shallow" and all that?" I stated in a hurt tone.

"Percy…" she replied, visibly confused.

"Yes, I love you, wise girl. I don't know when it happened, but it happened, and I am no longer able to hide my feelings from you."

"But I…"

I walked away ignoring her. She ran towards me, grabbed my shoulder and turned me, so I was facing her. Then she leaned in, I closed my eyes expecting a kiss but got a crackling sensation on my face. She slapped me.

"You know, seaweed brain, that's not the way you tell your feelings to a girl you love," she said with mocking anger.

"So what? You have no reason to slap me," I replied, genuinely annoyed.

"Just for your information, I love you too," she replied happily.

I could not believe what she said, and my brilliant response was, "Say what?"

"I love you too, my dumb lover!" she said childishly.

That was all I needed to hear as I pulled her in my arms. Resting my face in her blond curls, I rambled on about how I loved her and how relieved I was she felt the same way.

This day was truly the best day of my life so far. I confessed to Annabeth about my feelings. It turns out she had them too, and she was displaying signs since I do not know when. But being the seaweed brain, I am, I never picked them up. We hung around together. When we were about to enter our apartments after spending the day together, she stopped in her tracks.

"Thanks, seaweed brain for making it the best day of my life," she said.

"Hey, this is just our first day together. Don't be so sure this will be your best day," I countered.

She came closer to me, looking into my eyes as if she were searching my soul. "I am counting on it," she replied huskily. Then she closed the distance between us and kissed me.

It was a soft one, but it was brimming with emotions. I just stood there and received the kiss completely dazed by the fact Annabeth was kissing me. My first kiss. By the time I recovered Annabeth was already running blindly towards her building. I just could not move from where we were standing. It was just like I was learning to walk again as I slowly started walking toward my apartment building.

Then I heard the screeching of tires followed by some screams. A cold feeling washed over me, and I turned around just in time to see my world flip straight into Tartarus. Annabeth was lying on the road just a few feet from the minivan which had rammed into her. Her blood was seeping out from various places, and her left hand bent at an unnatural angle. I fell onto my knees, tears seeping out from my eyes. I was so stunned I could not even make a sound while crying. I made my way towards the now growing crowd around the love of my life. Seeing her like that sent my brain into overdrive.

I saw that the guy who was driving the minivan, Ethan Nakamura, the worthless man who failed in almost every class. In a flash, I was upon him. Driving him onto the road beside the minivan delivering punishing blows to his face with my balled-up fists. The world around me seemed like a blur. Some were shouting to make way for paramedics who just arrived, and some were trying to pull me off the now immobile and unconscious Ethan. But I was possessed by bloodlust only matched by Ares, which was still growing with every passing moment.

I was finally pulled off by the police when they arrived on the scene. My hands felt like lead, and my knuckles hurt immensely. I tried to look for Annabeth, but she was no longer there. I was put in the backseat of the police vehicle and then hauled away.

I was alone in my cell, with nothing to take out my anger on, I wondered why I was angry. The girl I was in love with since last year, and believed to be my soulmate had been mauled by that worthless Nakamura. It happened after us being together for just 6 hours and, more importantly, just after we shared our first kiss. Thinking about it brought me tears. I cried in solitude until I solemnly slipped into Morpheus' realm.

About two years ago

My mum, Sally Jackson, was 40 years old and had curly brown hair which grew well past her shoulders. She has this weird love for things in blue, an affection I inherited. We have another thing in common, our rebellious nature.

My father died in a capsized ship, of which he was the captain when I was just three months old. My mother married Paul when I was 11 months old and about three years later Tyson, my half-brother, was born. Paul was 40 too, with longish salt-and-pepper-coloured hair. He was an actor-like guy. The type who might play an undercover cop on television. Tyson was childish, big and bulky, and was obsessed with peanut butter & jelly sandwiches.

We had moved to Brooklyn because Paul got a job offer which he could not pass up, and he wanted the family to go with him as well. We had rented an apartment on the outskirts of the city.

"Hey Perce, I've already enrolled you, better study for the entrance examination," Paul advised.

"I will! But after watching this movie," I replied.

"Come on," he deadpanned, "You've seen this green guy hulking out at least 5-6 times already."

"But it's so good!" I protested like a 10-year-old.

"Now don't give me that look, it stopped working after you graduated your middle school," he stated seriously.

"Fine… But just because I was getting bored," I said mockingly and walked out of the room.

The test went by fine, and both Tyson and I got admission in 'Mount-High School.'

It was my first day in the new high school, and I was about two weeks behind the class. So, I had a lot of catching up to do. I entered the class 5 minutes before the bell and saw an empty seat by a short guy with closely cropped hair and pale skin, so I went towards the empty seat.

"Hey, can I sit beside you?" I asked the guy.

"Of course! It's yours," he replied.

"I am Perseus Jackson, but I prefer being called Percy," I said, offering my hand after taking the seat.

"Nico di Angelo," he replied, shaking my hand as the bell rang signaling the start of the 1st period, Literature.

A good-looking middle-aged woman came in. Nico told me her name was Miss Hestia Hearthstone.

"Class, we have a new student with us today!" she announced. "Welcome, young Perseus Jackson," she said, waving her hand towards me.

"I hope you enjoy your time in my class, Perseus," she told me.

"Thanks miss, I hope so too. But I prefer being called Percy," I replied politely.

"Well then Percy, I take it that you have not read the poem 'The Road Not Taken' have you?" she asked me.

"I read it yesterday after going through this semester's syllabus," I replied with a smug smile and saw Nico staring at me wide-eyed.

"I am impressed, Mr. Jackson," she said with a hint of approval in her voice, and then turned towards the rest of the class.

"Ok class, get ready for your surprise test on the poem 'The Road Not Taken'," she announced while passing out the question papers.

I managed to finish the test in time, and it was probably good enough to strike an image with Miss Hestia. After the period was over, Nico and I went to the locker room together.

"Man, that test was overkill," Nico complained.

"You are exaggerating, Nico," I replied.

"Says who? The guy who mysteriously knows what to study for the test even before his first day," he mocked.

"That, my friend, is called beginner's luck," I boasted.

"Yeah, yeah," he dismissed, closing his locker.

We reached out next class before time and sat together. The rest of the students started entering. A guy with a height almost the same as Nico with curly black hair and a goatee came toward us.

"You must be the new guy Percy. Am I right or am I right?" he said extending his hand towards me with a gentle smirk on his face.

I took his hand, "Welcome to Mount-High dude," he said just as the bell rang.

"Guess I will see you around," he said before going back to his seat.

Days started to go by. Soon, a week had gone by, and me, Nico and Grover had become friends and started calling ourselves 'The Three Musketeers'. The class had three main divisions: the famous ones, the bullies, and the nobodies. Nico and I were the nobodies, but Grover was one of the famous guys, which prevented us from being harassed by the bullies whose primary target was the nobodies.

I got accepted by the famous ones, but Nico was still one of my besties. I was becoming famous not only amongst students, but the teachers were also taking notice of me: mainly my language, math, and science teachers. One of these days both Nico and Grover were absent, and I was eating my lunch alone. Then one of the popular girls, Silena, came to me silently and sat beside me. I gave her a questioning look.

"You know my friend Annabeth?" she asked in a whisper.

"Ya, Miss Know it All," I replied, amused.

"I think she is developing this little crush on you, just telling ya Perce," she said secretively got up and winked at me before going back to her table.

That night, I could not sleep. Silena's words kept coming back to me with a mental picture of blond-haired girl 'Annabeth'.

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