Guess who's back, back, back, back again. Okay. It's me. XD. So here's your dose of percabeth.

Percy POV

Nobody asked about Percy's bruises the next day. That was, until he got into history class.

"Jesus. What'd you do? Walk into a pole?" Annabeth asked as she sat into her desk.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Percy replied, turning his head a bit to look at her.

She looked gorgeous today. Her hair was in a ponytail, but there were some ringlets framing her face. He desperately wanted to brush the hair behind her ear.

"Well when someone asks a question, it's usually because they want to know the answer so I guess yeah. I would like to know," she huffed.

Percy turned fully to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Listen," he started, "I don't know how to put this, but, we just met, and I'm not into you like that."

"And I hope you never are," she exclaimed as she turned to face the board.

"You know. I actually got these bruises from some ladies I met at this club I snuck into. They didn't like me too much at first, but they warmed up to me," he said with a wink.

Lies, lies, lies, he thought.

"God, you're such a bothersome pig!" she yelled.

Percy forced himself to smirk while on the inside he wanted to tell her the truth of how he got the bruises. The thought made him depressed. He knew the truth would never come out.

People were starting to look at them.

He felt bad for putting Annabeth in the spotlight like this on her second day.

"Ooh," he said, putting his hands up in surrender, "Big, scary words. Too. Hard. For. Percy. To. Understand."

He put his hands to his head like he was in pain.

"You know," she said while turning fully in his direction, "You're becoming a huge pain in my-"

"Ms. Chase! Mr. Jackson!" Mr. Bacchus yelled.

They both turned towards the front of the classroom.

Once she saw that the whole class was now staring at them, Annabeth blushed. Percy just crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat.

"In case you haven't noticed, I've started class," Bacchus announced, "So that means to stop bickering like a married couple!"

Annabeth blushed even harder and said quietly, "Mr. Bacchus. I'm so sorry."

Percy saw how Bacchus's face was becoming purple and plump like a grape. He knew that there was no good ending to this.

"I'll see you both for detention today after school. Consider it couple's counseling."

With that he turned towards the board and began talking again.

Annabeth was about the color of a tomato, and even Percy was a bit pink.

He was extremely happy that he always wore the sunglasses, for he knew that his eyes would be begging Annabeth to forgive him, and he couldn't have that. He had a reputation after all.

She cut a glare in his direction and focused on Mr. Bacchus for the rest of class.

Finally, the bell rang and Percy was free from the torture of history. He went to his locker and got a few of his books.

Smack!

Percy turned when he heard the sound of books hitting the floor and watched as three of Luke Castellan's friends walked away from Grover laughing.

Percy wondered why Castellan wasn't there himself. He usually didn't have his lackies do stuff like this for him.

Grover sighed and started trying to lower himself close enough to the ground so he could pick them up.

It wasn't going to well, and Percy saw that if he kept going like that he was going to fall flat on his face with his crutches flying everywhere.

Just go help him, Perce. You know it's the right thing to do, he thought.

But the reputation! he argued.

He was conflicted. He thought about just walking the other direction, even though none of his classes were that way.

Just let someone else help.

But no one else seemed to want to help. They just kind of stepped around him like he was a piece of paper someone dropped. They barely looked at him.

Finally Percy made a decision and walked over to Grover.

He helped him back into a standing position and grabbed his books.

"Ever hear of a bookbag?" Percy said looking at him.

"Mine broke last year. Haven't gotten around to getting a new one," Grover replied while looking at the ground.

Percy looked down the hall and saw that Luke and his posse were waiting for Grover.

"What class do you have next?" Percy asked.

"Science."

"Let's go," Percy said starting to walk but not too fast. He didn't want Grover to be too far behind.

Surprisingly, Grover caught up to Percy in record time and said, "I can take those now."

"You see them up there?" Percy pointed to Luke's friends, "As soon as you get up there they'll to the same thing again."

Grover nodded and kept quite as they made their way to Science. They turned right at a hallway and Percy was well aware that they were going in the opposite direction of his math class.

He wasn't too bothered by it. He didn't like Ms. Dodd's anyway.

When they passed the three jerks, Percy glared at them. Even though they couldn't see it because of his sunglasses, he was pretty sure they understood what he was doing.

They got to the classroom and Percy handed back the books.

"Thanks," Grover mumbled as he situated the books under his arm and went into the room.

Percy turned and started walking to his Math class with his mind set.

Luke and his cronies weren't gonna torture defenseless kids like Grover in the hallways anymore.

Annabeth POV

Annabeth was in Math class when she saw him.

She sat down and started getting her things out when someone sat down in front of her.

She looked up to see the prettiest guy she's ever seen. She was kind of awestruck. He had these gorgeous blue eyes and perfect blonde hair. His only imperfection was this scar that ran down the left side of his face. But hey, Hannah Montana preached that nobody's perfect.

"Hey. You're new aren't you?" he said.

"Um... Yeah, yeah I am," she answered while nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Thought so. I would definitely remember you," he winked at her, not the creepy way that Percy did, but a nice one.

She smiled and she was pretty sure her face was hot enough to cook an egg on.

"You got a name?" he asked nonchalantly.

She opened her mouth to reply back-

"Hey Annabeth!" a voice said from behind Annabeth.

"Annabeth, I like it," he said while smiling.

Turns out, it was Piper and Thalia.

"Hey guys," Annabeth said as she herself half turned to them, half to the god in front of her.

"You're gonna sit with us at lunch again, right?" Thalia asked.

"Yeah if you guys want me too," Annabeth replied.

"Of course we want you too! You're one of us now," Piper assured with a smile.

Annabeth smiled back and glanced towards the boy.

Piper and Thalia's eyes went wide with understanding and they smiled and nodded at Annabeth.

Annabeth smiled and turned back around to face the boy... who was now talking to someone else and had his back turned towards her, Piper, and Thalia.

She sighed a little and argued with herself on whether or not she should tap his shoulder to start a conversation.

Before she had come to a conclusion, class had started and it was too late.

She decided that she would linger a bit after class to see if he would wait for her.

The bell rang and before Annabeth could even tell her friends an excuse to stay behind, he was long gone.

With that, she went to lunch with Thalia and Piper.

The lunch room was pretty nice in her opinion. It had a cool color scheme of orange and blue, the school colors. The walls had designs sculpted into them that were beautiful. They were of different stories from Greek mythology it looked like.

One wall was a dry erase board that had the lunch menu for the month on it and different drawings and sayings from the students. Annabeth didn't see any high school immatureness on that board, so they must have a camera on it to make sure no one puts anything innapropriate.

The ceiling was slightly slanted and it was completely glass. It was much prettier than her old school in San Fransisco.

"Earth to Annabeth!" Leo yelled and waved in her face.

She jumped and smacked him in the arm as a reflex.

"Sorry Leo, but you startled me," she said with a shrug and a smile.

"Guys, you'll never believe this," Grover said as he hurried and sat down, holding his lunch bag under his arm.

Frank helped him with his crutches as he sat down. At least she thought it was Frank. Honestly she wasn't super sure. There were a lot of people at this table, and that meant a lot of names.

"Thanks Jason," Grover said gratefully after he was situated.

Whoops, she thought.

"Alright, so what's this great story of yours?" Nico said impatiently.

"Alright, alright," he started, "So I was walking to Science second hour, right? And some of Castellan's minions came up and pushed my books to the ground."

"Those little-" Thalia began.

"Wait! I'm not done!"

Thalia sighed and gestured for him to keep going.

"So I was trying to lower myself down to get them, when after awhile guess who picks them up for me?"

"Who?" asked Frank.

"Percy freaking Jackson!" Grover said a bit too loudly.

Practically the whole table turned towards Percy, who was listening to music with his sunglasses on, of course, and eating his lunch.

eWhich was very carefully packed.

Weird that he would take that much time to pack a lunch, Annabeth thought, Or that someone would take that much time for him.

"Thank the gods he's listening to music too loud," Piper said as she faced our table again.

"Yeah. I don't feel like listening to him try to get the world record for being the biggest pain in the butt," Leo spoke.

"Wait, but he actually picked your books up for you?" Jason asked.

"Not only that, he walked me to my class to make sure they didn't do it again! And guess who was there when I came out of my Math class? That's right! He was! It went on like that for the rest of the day!"

Everyone was pretty astonished. They'd never seen Percy be anything close to friendly.

Annabeth didn't really know what to think. The guy that she fought with in History would definitely not do something that nice.

"Why would he do that? He's never done stuff like that before," Piper wondered.

"I'm not sure," Grover exclaimed, "Maybe there's more to Percy Jackson than we know."

When Annabeth walked into Greek class, she knew it was going to be miserable.

She had a feeling in her gut, and her gut almost never lied to her.

She sat down and saw that Percy was already sitting down in the seat next to her.

"Why Princess, I was starting to wonder on whether or not you would show," he smirked.

"First bell just rang, Jackson. Annabeth Chase is never late," she said, not facing him.

"Ah, but you were late yesterday if I remember correctly. That, I believe, is how we got caught up in this particular seating arrangement in the first place."

She felt herself push her lips together as she responded, "Ooh. Big words there Jackson. Did you look those up after History?"

"You know, I like when you say my last name like that. All angry like. It's hot," he raised his eyebrows and waited for her to retaliate.

"Gods you're an imbicile," Annabeth muttered as she sat down.

She would not have her learning be hindered by this jerk.

He put a hand over his heart and said, "I thought you'd never say it!"

Then Mr. Chiron came in and everyone got quiet. Even Percy.

Bad boy with respect for a teacher? she thought quizzicly.

Class went by pretty fast after that. She didn't hear another annoying sound out of Percy, and after class he bolted out of the door.

After school she looked at her detention slip and sighed.

She walked into Mr. Bacchus's room and stood there, unsure of where to go.

There were already a few kids in there. Percy not being one of them.

"Sit there, Ms. Chase," Bacchus said while pointing to a desk on the right side of the classroom.

A few minutes later, Percy waltzed in and started to make his way towards the back.

"Not so fast, Jackson," Bacchus said, "You'll sit right here where I can keep an eye on you."

He pointed to the desk right in the front-center of the room.

"Woah! Mr. Bacchus. I mean. I'm flattered, but... I just don't like you like that! It's not you, it's me," Percy said, gesturing to Bacchus first, then himself.

"Jackson!" Bacchus bellowed.

"Alright, alright," Percy put his hands up in surrender and sat down in the desk.

"And take those stupid sunglasses off! I need to be able to see your eyes to make sure you're not sleeping."

"You see sir, I have a medical condition-" Percy started to say.

"Now Jackson!"

Mr. Bacchus held his hand out and Percy sighed and walked up to him.

At first he just stood there, and Mr. Bacchus thrust his hand towards him. He sighed once more and took them off.

He turned around to walk back and Annabeth saw his beautiful green eyes.

Her breath caught and she watched as he looked at her.

His eyes looked sad and lost, but in a second they hardened and he sat down in his desk.

Without his sunglasses, his black eye was extremely visible which made Annabeth wonder what really happened to him.

She decided to ask Thalia tomorrow to see if she knew anything.

Detention was for an hour. She watched Percy for most of it. He seemed to be drawing something in a notebook.

It was strange to her. He didn't seem like the artsy type to her.

The bell rang and Percy was up in the blink of an eye.

She watched him grab his sunglasses off of Mr. Bacchus's desk and put them on. Then he was out the door.

She was too soon after.

She saw him walk down the hall with a duffel bag in his hand. On it, read, 'Goode High School Swim Team'.

He's on the swimming team? she pondered.

She was definitely surprised by that.

Since she had obviously missed the bus, she started walking home. About two blocks from her house, she saw a cute little coffee shop.

She found some money in her backpack, and she decided to go in.

The woman behind the counter looked up at the sound of the bell that went off when she opened the door. She had black hair, blue eyes, and smile lines by her eyes.

"Hi," the woman said kindly, "I'm Sally. What can I get you?"

Annabeth looked at the small chalkboard that was the menu and replied, "Can I get a small vanilla frappe and a cookie?"

"Sure thing sweetie."

Annabeth paid her and stood by the counter waiting for her drink.

"Where are you coming from?" Sally asked.

"Goode High School. I go there," Annabeth answered.

"Oh! My son goes there too!" Sally said excitedly.

"Really? I'm new so I probably don't know him."

"Well, his name is-"

Suddenly Annabeth's phone went off and she smiled apologetically at Sally while she rummaged through her bag.

Finally she found it and saw the call was from her step mom, Helen.

"Hello?" Annabeth questioned.

"Annabeth, where are you?" Helen asked.

"I'm grabbing some coffee."

"For an hour after school?"

Annabeth inwardly cringed. She knew Helen would take the detention bad.

Don't tell her, she thought.

"I'm with some friends," Annabeth said swiftly.

She saw Sally look up from making Annabeth's drink and she raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, well be home soon, I'm making dinner," Helen noted, believing Annabeth's story.

"I'm on my way now actually."

"Okay, be careful."

"Will do," she said as she hung up.

She grabbed her drink and her bookbag and she started to head out the door.

"You know," Sally called to her, "The best liars tell the truth."

Annabeth thought on that for a moment and wearily spoke, "Thanks."

She rushed home and saw that the house was a mess.

Bobby and Matthew ran around playing some kind of game they made up.

When they saw that she was there, they ran to her and hugged her.

"Hey guys!" she said, giving them both hugs.

Later, at dinner, Annabeth was eating when Helen began, "So Annie."

She cringed. She hated being called that.

"Who are these new friends of yours?"

Annabeth told her about them and how much she liked them.

"Good. I'm glad that you're acclimating so well to this new environment. I mean, you're having no trouble in your classes, you have plenty of great friends it sounds like, and pretty soon, I bet you'll have a boyfriend."

Annabeth just laughed lightheartedly and changed the subject. It was always awkward talking to Helen about boys, and she would rather steer clear of the subject.

Honestly, she like this town and the people in it. Well. Most people.

It was the second day of school, and she already extremely disliked Percy Jackson.

Percy Jackson, with his extremely beautiful eyes and annoying smirk.

Hopefully, she thought, He'll take a day off tomorrow.

So this was a little longer than I meant it to be. Whoops. Also, I don't know how often I'll do Annabeth's point of view. I think I'll just throw it in every once in awhile. I also got a request to have a minor character's point of view. I'll do that, but at a later point.

Anyone get the Gotham reference? ;)