Encounters

AN:Oh Lord. You guys gave me a heart attack. I honestly thought no one would read the first chapter, but I was pleasantly surprised with my nineteen reviews. I loved each and every one of them. I must say, though, that my absolute favorite review came from the user jodycat2000 saying and I quote " Dude I am dying in laughter right now. Percy you never judge a girl by how she looks you dumbass. This was great I can't for you to update." I literally died reading this, I cracked the fuck up. So, jodycat200, thank you for bringing me laughter, and I'm happy to say I'm continuing! I also liked Frosted Rock's suggesion on their review, and I'll probably end up doing that, so yeah. Without further ado, I give my readers chapter two.

Percy

I hated airplanes. If someone came and asked me what I despised most in the world, I wouldn't even hesitate in my response. It wasn't only the fact that my Dad died in an airplane crash, it was also the fact that airplanes were just annoying as fuck.

Your ears pop, you can't sleep because the arm rests are poking you like over sized metal thorns, and the airplane food looks like dried up vomit. I hated them, I hated them, I hated them.

So, of course, when I got on the airplane that would take me from Buffalo to Long Island, I was about to shoot somebody. I could barely contain my anxiety. I'm ashamed to say that my mother had to hold my hand through the whole ride.

The roughly three and a half hour flight was my fault. I came home one day complaining about the horrile and horendous school system because the ISD I was attending was horrible and shameful. My beautiful, amazing mother decided that enough was enough, and so she searched for top-notch schools in New York. The best one, unfortunatley, was all the way in Long Island, but what was done was done and now I was moving for a higher education.

When I got to Long Island, I was pissed as fuck. We had a horrible flight. Our stewardess refused to give my mother peanuts, and then when I asked for Dr. Pepper, she gave me a look and told me that my taste was horrible. I politely told her that she was being a bitch, and then grabbed my bags.

Mom got us a cab to our new house, which she managed to buy because of her amazing job as senior manager of a sucessful candy company. Our new house was beautiful and perfect and amazing. I was in love with it, and I was actually pretty excited to now be part of an ISD that wasn't filled with teenage crack whores and gangs. As soon as we got there, Mom told me that she was gonna head down to the car dealers to get us a car, so I was left alone in our roomy house, still pissed off, and still pretty tired. Since I didn't have anything better to do with my time, I decided to go get coffee at the nearest Starbucks I could find. That's when everything went wrong.

I'm not naturally an asshole, I promise, but I was already having a bad day, and when I saw the coffee prices, I almost died because Starbucks is just insanely priced, so when this hot blonde bumped into me, I was about done. She was hot. She was so hot. She had a bone deep tan, and blonde locks flowing down her back. Her eyes were surprising. I was expecting blue ones, but then I met a storm and it was definitley a change. I could see her bra through her shirt, and that's when I realized what had happened. I could see her bra because her shirt was wet, and her shirt was wet because my coffee spilled on her. I couldn't stop the rage that occured. I had just paid five bucks for the coffee, and now it was all over the chest of this smoking hot girl. I mean, I wanted my coffee, and I'm pretty sure it would seem just a little vulgar if I started licking the coffee off her chest, so I was pretty much at a dead end.

I started blabbing about things that I didn't know, and some of the stuff was offensive, but at the moment the only thing I could focus on was the fact that my coffee was on her breasts. Nex thing I know, I'm back home washing frappuchino out of my hair. The girl was just... a total bitch. Then again, I was being an ass as well, so I guess I kind of deserved it, but still. I was an expert at holding grudges.

I'd texted my friend Malcolm about the situation the night it happened and ranted about how horrible my day had been. I met Malcolm at a football camp when we were both in eight grade, and we saw each other every summer at the same football camp. He was such an ass sometimes and I was also an ass sometimes, so we were great friends.

I spent the rest of my weekend unpacking things from boxes and decorating my new room- which was pretty amazing if I do say so myself. By the time I was done, it was Sunday night, and now I found myself waiting for Malcolm to pick me up for school. Goode, the school I was going to, was supposed to be a really amazing and great school, especially for sports. I was really looking forward to having a fresh start. I was praying to the lord above that the girl from the coffee shop wasn't there because if she was, I'd rip the hair our of my head.

"Percy, Malcolm's here for you." I looked up at my mother and smiled, grabbing my bag and slinging it over my shoulder.

"Thank you, Mom. For everything. I know it took a lot to move over here, and I appreciate it a lot. I love you." Her big blue eyes grew big and she smiled at me proudly.

"I love you too." She enveloped me in a hug and I smiled at the fact that I was taller than her. "If only your dad could see you now. He'd be so incredibly proud of you." I stiffened under her touch.

"I should go, Mom. I'll see you later."

"Alright sweetie." And then I was gone. I didn't like to talk about my dad too much. He left so abruptly that I didn't even register what had happened until a couple days later. Apparently, when he was flying to San Francisco for a buisness trip, something went wrong with the engines and they spiraled down. The weird thing was, the crash was never announced or made headlines. I missed my Dad so much. He was my inspiration for football. I remember when I was small, he would throw me the ball for fun, but I would look at it as a challenge.

"Perce, what's up man?" I jumped into Malcolm's car and dropped my bag.

"Not much, you?"

"Oh, nothing much. I got a muffin thrown at my head this morning." He replied with a laugh in his voice. I stared at him confused. Malcolm was one of those guys who could get anyone he wanted. He was so popular that it really just got ridiculous at some points. From what he'd told me, people asked him for autographs just because of how popular he was. It was insane. He was definitley a player at our school, and he went after any girl who could breath. My foot hit something and when I looked down to see what it was, my eyes bulged out of my face.

"Um. Malcolm. Who's is this?" I picked up the lacy black bra and held it with a finger. He glanced over and scowled at it.

"Damn her. It's my sisters. She had a cheer leading tournament thing last weekend so she borrowed my truck."

"Um, your sister has pretty big-"

"I don't want to hear about how big they are! God, she's my sister! Gross!" I laughed at his disgusted remark and threw the bra in the back. "I can't believe you touched that thing. Ugh. Maybe you can burn your hand later."

"Is your sister that bad?"

"I wouldn't be able to give you an accurate description, she's my sister. I only look at girls that I can date. She's blonde. And a cheerleader." I gave him a look.

"Well I figured as much." He let out an exesperated breath.

"She's also on the school's debate team, and she skipped a grade a long time ago, so she's in our grade." He replied as he pulled into a parking space. "She's really into video games."

"What kind?" He shook his head and grabbed his bag.

"Any kind. She lives off of the computer."

"Sounds interesting." I said as I grabbed my bag, and then we both walked up the steps to the front doors.

"She's not." He pushed the doors open and strategically swerved through the crowd of students, affectively leading me to the front office. I asked the lady at the front desk for my schedule and after I got it, compared it it to his.

"Sucks. You have first period English. I have first period math. I gotta go man, I'll see you this afternoon when you come talk to the coach." I nodded, and after waisting ten minutes on trying to find my way to the right classroom, ended up in the right way. I slid in quietly, handed the teacher my schedule, and then picked a seat in the middle. Students started filing in to the classroom, and when the bell rung, all seats were occupied. The class began a discussion on Julius Ceaser and the symbolisms in the play.

"Calpurnia has a dream in which a statue of Ceaser is spouting blood. Is there any symbolism in this on what happens later on?" Before I could get my hand up, a blonde's hand shot up into the air.

"Yes, Annabeth?"

"It's significant in the way that later on, when Brutus and his group have killed Ceaser, they wash their hands in his blood." I stared at the blonde girl's curled pony tail and started scribbling notes down on my notebook.

"Very good, Annabeth. Can anybody else tell me anything?" Nobody did. My day went by fairly quickly after that first class, and soon enough I was waiting by the football field for the coach. I wasn't officially on the team since I'd come in half way through the season, but I was almost positive I could convince the coach because of my experience in football. I eyed the field and caught sight of the cheer leaders practicing on one end of the field. I saw a blonde girl's pony tail and instantly recognized her as the girl from english class.

"Don't stare too much over there." Someone warned from behind me. I turned to find Malcolm clad in his uniform. He flashed me a smile and stretched his arms behind his back.

"Why not?" I shouldered my bag and ripped my eyes away from the cheerleaders.

"Because if you're going to be on the team, you can't date a cheerleader." My eyebrows came together before I started laughing like a maniac.

"Can't date a cheerleader? Isn't that what's supposed to happen? You know, the stereotype is that the football player dates the cheerleader and then they live happily ever after? Or am I completely wrong about that?" Malcolm snickered and ran a hand through his hair as a girl in track walked by and sent him a shy, conserved smile.

"The latter. I mean, the stereotype is right, but not at Goode. There's a huge rivalry between the cheerleaders and the football players that goes back, like, twenty years. It's never been encouraged to date a cheerleader, ever. We hate each other. When someone new joins the team, they have to take an oath to never date a cheerleader. If they get caught... there could be consequences."

"I thought you said your sister was a cheerleader?"

"Yeah? And that matters why? I can hate the cheerleaders and not completely hate my sister." He joked. "Besides, it's not like I'd ever let any of my friends date her. She's my sister." I nodded, confused at his logic but slightly amused at the fact that he just let someone know that he's secretly protective of his sister. As I got lost in my thoughts, I saw a figure moving closer, but I wasn't particularly paying attention to it until I heard the figure's voice.

"Malcolm, why are you guys here, we have the field today, remember?" The voice sounded oddly familiar, and as my eyes moved up to connect the face to the voice, the voice screeched.

"You? What the fuck are you doing here?" And that's when the connection was made. The coffee shop girl! Oh for the love of God. I was not that bad of a person, but the first thought that popped into my mind was karma. Karma was getting back at me for being such an ass to her at Starbucks. Karma was and would continue to be a bitch forever. But, I mean, what were the chances that we would ever see each other again?

I tried to print a scowl on my face, but the girl was making it pretty difficult with her outfit right now. I spied little beads of sweat forming on her forehead, underneath her eyes, and dripping down the ends of her hair. Her cheast heaved up and down as if she was trying to catch her breath, and I desperatly tried to avoid looking down because if I did I would be dead as fuck. I wanted to rip my jeans off my body and put them on her because the shorts she was wearing were exposing her tan legs, and that wasn't okay with me in the slightest bit.

My eyes widened slightly as I wondered what kind of connection she had to Malcolm, and instead of acknowledging her presecence, I whipped to face my best friend.

"Tell me she's not your sister. Please." I was seriously hoping, but the more I looked at her, the more I realized that the similarities were uncanny. They had the same nose and the same shade of blonde hair. The only difference was that her facial structure was more feminine and Malcolm had blue eyes. If she wasn't his sister, then I wasn't breathing.

"Um, have you guys met before?" I let out a disgusted, guttural noise and scrunched my nose up.

"I touched her bra? Seriously? Seriously? Oh my fucking God!"

"You touched my bra?! What?! So you're an asshole and a pervert! I should've guessed honestly!"

"Oh whatever! I should've guessed you were a cheerleader judging by your prissy attitude and choice of clothing!" She stomped down, making her chest quiver and I swallowed a lump in my throat. I needed to stop checking her out before Malcolm realized I was ogling his sister. A burnette walked up behind her.

"Come on, Annie. We need to get back to practice." Blondie cringed as the burnette called her that and her face twisted in disgust.

"Please, Piper, stop calling me that. It's annoying as fuck." She snapped a little forcefully. The burnettes eyes grew big and the blonde's face softened.

"I'm sorry, I'm just kinda agitated right now because this guy over here," she jabbed a thumb in my direction, "has a stick so far up his ass it's coming out the other end." My mouth dropped open, but Malcolm responded before I could get a word out.

"Annabeth! What's going on with you?" So that was her name.

"What's going on here is that this fucker pissed me the literal fuck off at Starbucks the other day, and I feel nothing but hatred for him."

"This is the guy you were talking about?" The burnette piped up, and Annabeth just nodded as she crossed her arms over her chest. The burnette turned to me and glared. "Let me just tell you that I do not have a good first impression of you right now. Because of you, I had to share my frappuchino. I don't like sharing my Starbucks." I scoffed.

"Because of her I didn't even get Starbucks!"

"You could've bought another one!" Annabeth yelled as she balled her fists.

"Do you know how much those things cost?! Buy another one my ass!"

"Mmm. Hate to agree with him on that one, but he's kinda right." The burnette who I could only assume was 'Piper' relented.

"Okay, seriously? Who's side are you on? And I apologized to you, but you just decided it was the best time to be a complete fucktard about things and pick on the first person that came into your line of sight!"

"Well-"

"You guys!" We both turned to look at Malcolm who looked like he was about to bust out laughing right there. "You'll have to learn to get along. Annabeth, Percy's my best friend-"

"Fuck." She muttered.

"Which means he'll probably hang around the house a lot."

"Fuck! So you mean to tell me that this asshat is going to have more opportunities to touch my lingerie?!"

"Oh my god, you don't even understand that situation!" I yelled in frustration.

"I don't need to!" She yelled as she leaned her face close in an attempt to intimidate me. "All I know is that you touched a place where my boobs have been, and I don't appreciate that!"

"Like I'd ever want to! I didn't know it was yours! And it wasn't like I was all up in them!"

"Annabeth, we need to go!" Piper warned, grabbing her arm and starting to drag her away.

"I hope you know I don't like you." She stated with a glare as she was being dragged away.

"Oh, don't worry, your feelings are returned Blondie."

"Fuck you."

"Thanks, I'll pass." I yelled after her. She flipped me off and I shook my head at her. Laughter errupted from behind me and I turned around to see Malcolm clutching his sides.

"Dude, that was too fucking funny. At least I know you won't have a problem with the whole no dating cheerleaders thing." I laughed half-heartedly as he patted me on the back and ran off to be with his team. As the coach approached me, I realized I was not ready to prove myself to him. I was still trying to process the fact that the girl from the coffee shop and my best friend's sister were the same person.

AN: I'm dying right now, I just can't. Anyways, if you're following my other story, Exceptions, letting you know that that's ending really really soon. Like maybe two more chapters and then epilouge. After that, I'll start on the sequel, but I'm also going to be focusing on this story, so yeah. Don't fret. Anyways, drop me a review if you want, it'd be greatly appreciated. Until next time- ShyGal

P.S: Did you like the chapter title?