DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS :/

Okay. Here I am with another fanfiction for you. The original is available on Wattpad, my user there is lookimcrazy so go check it out. But I stopped writing it after a while so it's currently discontinued. The plot is more or less the same but there would be some changes.

Here we go!

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Annabeth hated spiders.

She watched one as it crawled towards her. It was about the size of the tip of her pinkie finger. She shuddered, as it made its way to the top of her wall. She never knew why there were so many spiders in this house. It was as if they wanted her to be tortured.

The sunlight crept through the room as she clutched her towel around her. The spider seemed to disappear so she tried to get dressed as quickly as she could.

She got dressed in high-waisted jeans and a grey hoodie the same colour as her eyes. She got her grey stormy eyes from her mother. Though her lemon-coloured hair was surely her father's.

Trying to tame her hair, Annabeth sighed. It was a normal day in San Francisco. Helen yelled at her to get up, Matthew and Bobby annoyed her and her dad, he didn't do anything and that seemed worse.

Chester High was her safe haven from things going on here but not the things going on there.

After a skimpy breakfast, she finally got to school. Walking down the hall to her locker, she was ecstatic. Octavian wasn't here. She hated that son of a bitch with a vengeance. She couldn't defend herself except through a few punches because her lazy father never bothered to take care of his only daughter. She tried to learn a bit from Clarisse but Octavian always seemed to... defeat her.

Clarisse and Chris, her boyfriend were waiting for her near her locker. Annabeth wondered where Luke was. He was usually here before these two.

"Where's Luke?" was the first thing out of her mouth when she neared them. Clarisse smirked and said something underneath her breath which sounded suspiciously like, told you she'd ask for him. Clarisse had muscly arms with beady eyes. But somehow she looked pretty. Besides her, Chris looked like a small doll.

Annabeth felt blood rush to her cheeks. She glared at Clarisse. Sure, Luke was handsome and tall. Sure, she might have had a small crush on him. But they were just friends.

Luke was the only person who really understood her. He knew what it was like to have ignorant parents. He knew how it felt like to be with people but feel completely alone.

"Annabeth!" She heard Luke's voice. She beamed really wide as she watched him make his way down from the doors.

"Hey, you." She said as he neared her. He had a scar that ran across the side of his face, which made people scared of him but it made Annabeth love him even more.

"Miss me?" He asked after Chris and Luke exchanged a series of complicated handshakes.

"Nope."

"She did!" Clarisse responded.

"I knew it," Luke shook his head. "Don't lie, Princess."

"First of all, I said no to the nickname and second of all, Clarisse lied not me," Annabeth responded.

"Liar. I know you love the nickname." He smiled at her.

She smiled at him back, her heart racing for some reason.

The bell rang suddenly signalling students to get to class.

"See you in English!" Chris waved as he walked in the opposite direction of his class.

"Chris, gods, that's the wrong way!" Clarisse yelled as she ran after him mumbling a quick goodbye to Luke and Annabeth. Chris didn't have any geography in his head, he always got lost. He managed to get lost in an ice-cream shop once and don't ask how.

The rest of the day dragged on. She forgot money for lunch so she hung out in the library. Luke seemingly disappeared in the middle of the day. She decided to leave the lovebirds to themselves when the day came to an end.

Annabeth took a shaky breath as she walked out of the school. She let herself be happy for a while. Now, she felt stupid for feeling happy. She's going back to that house. Just a little music, she thought. Music was her only solace. She plugged in her battered earphones, surprised as ever as to how they kept working.

She didn't feel happy anymore. Suddenly an arm snaked around her shoulders and she flinched, thinking it was Octavian. She was about to slap that arm away when she saw his face. Luke. She visibly relaxed.

"How's the Princess doing?" He asked as she took out her earphones.

"Fine." Both of them knew she was lying. He didn't ask why. She felt a bit upset because he usually does. Then she felt like a brat for wanting him to read her mind.

"Where were you during lunch?" She asked him, changing the topic.

"I was busy."

"Okay." He was being evasive. Usually, he would explain every detail of his day...

His phone rang suddenly, pulling her out of her thoughts. He looked at the caller ID and grimaced.

"I have to go, Princess. I'll see you later!" He said and before she could wave back he was out of eyesight.

Annabeth walked back towards the house. It was never her house. It was always that house. She never felt like she belonged there. And besides, home is where the heart is. Her heart felt like it was always with her, a nomad.

She opened the door with her set of keys and to her surprise, Helen stood there in front of her.

"Hey?" She said, confused. Helen never really greeted her. She tried to minimize all the contact she could have with Annabeth and Annabeth tried to do the same.

"Hello," Helen said, icily. "Your father wants to talk to you."

"Okay." This day was getting more baffling. Fredrick, her dad, never tried to willingly have a conversation with her.

Annabeth walked into the living room to see Fredrick sitting on one of the couches with a tired expression but his eyes were gleaming with happiness.

"Sit." He said in his hoarse voice. Annabeth nearly forgot how he sounded.

She sat down, confused and baffled. Then he started talking.

"We decided, for the best, for you to attend Goode High in New York. You'll leave after a week. With my family, it's hard for me to fund for you too."

So he didn't consider her as his family, what a wonderful notion. She finally recognized the happiness in his eyes. It was the relief of a man getting rid of his burden.

She was feeling very loved. But she kept her sadness in check.

"Okay, where will I be staying?" She asked. New York felt like a world away.

"With your mother." snapped Helen.

Those three words turned her world upside down.

"My mother?" Annabeth whispered. "I thought- I thought she was dead!"

She directed this to her father who was fidgeting with his shirt.

"You lied to me, dad? After everything, you lied to me? I was the perfect daughter for you. I tried to be less of a burden and more of a daughter but... you never think of me as a daughter, do you? I was just the result of an affair!" She screamed. The venom in her words hurting her, too. She felt her eyes grow wet.

"You told me she was dead." She said.

"Annabeth."

"You told me. You fucking told me, my mother was dead. And she's alive?" She said, wiping her tears. "You know what, dad? Fuck you."

With that as a parting gift, she turned and walked upstairs to her room.

She shut the door and locked it. She didn't know why she was crying. Maybe it was because she was angry or because she was heartbroken.

Fredrick made her believe her mother was dead, all these years. And now when he got the chance to get rid of Annabeth he did.

She hated her father.

She hated him so much.

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A/N: Did you like the chapter? Do leave a review!

I tried writing in third person POV for this fanfiction. Tell me how it was!

Have a great day/night!

~Bhavya