A.N/ The characters might seem a bit OOC. Maybe. I don't know for sure because every perspective differs and the way we perceive the characters too. So, I hope you enjoy this because I sure as hell am going to enjoy writing this! Criticism as well as motivation is welcome! All will help me improve.

Also, I will try to update each Sunday because I'm currently in the process of writing my own book too so it takes much of my time. But I won't keep you guys waiting for long (if anyone reads this, hahaha)

This story is Rated M for use of mature language and there may be Mature scenes in the future.

Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson series, Rick Riordan does. And I will forever be grateful to him to give us characters so precious thatthey made us explore the world, but through their eyes.

Chapter 1:

Percy POV

It was a long day today. I was pretty beat. Today, I had worked out more than I usually did and I had my swim practice too. And I had worked the weekend. On top of that, I hadn't gotten sleep last night even though I was tired. And… tomorrow was a fucking Monday. My motorcycle's tire had gotten punctured and I didn't want to ride with my stepdad Paul, who was also my teacher. So, my mother decided that I walk to school till I got the time to repair my motorcycle. So, I was walking to school tomorrow. The thought made me groan considering how tired I was right now. I hoped to get some sleep tonight.

You'd apparently think that I was a bad boy but that was just my image in high school. It wasn't something which I had done purposely, people just assumed I was one just because I was the captain of the swim team and I rode a motorcycle. My life was different than the one my friends and classmates thought. I was just a 17-year-old kid who went to Goode High School. I had a stellar mom who had raised me really well. She had remarried to Paul just last year and I couldn't be happier for her. I had an only weekend job at the local Marine Museum since I had a lot of knowledge about sea life. It was something I really loved apart from swimming. So, I really wasn't a bad boy but I did not want to waste my time in convincing the entire school that I wasn't what they thought. Their opinions didn't even matter.

"Mom, I'm going to sleep." I said, getting up from the couch where me and Paul were watching a Baseball game.

"Want some coffee? Or cookies? Before you go to sleep?"

"Are they blue?" I smirked. "Wait, I think I already know the answer to that. And now you've gotten the answer to your question too."

She laughed. "I do. Come here."

I went over to the kitchen counter to have my cookies. She ruffled my hair. "What?" I asked but it came out muffled as my mouth was stuffed with cookies and blue syrup.

"Nothing. You're looking cute."

"Don't call me that." She threw me a look. "Fine, don't call me that if I have friends over."

"That's better." She laughed again.

I liked seeing my mom this happy. I couldn't be more grateful that Paul came into her life. After finishing off all the cookies in my plate. I hugged mom a good night and waved at Paul, retiring for the night.

I walked slowly to my room, my muscles aching a little. I just removed my shirt and lay down on the bed on my side and closed my eyes. After almost 5 minutes of that, I still couldn't sleep. What the fuck? I rolled over to my back and settled again. Something poked my ass and I found my wallet still in my jeans. Fuck, I forgot to take off my jeans. Ugh. I pulled my wallet out and flipped it open. Inside was some cash and a photo.

A photo which was really dear to me. A photo so beautiful that it had a permanent place in my wallet. It was an old one, probably 5-6 years old but it still was as fresh as the memory in my mind when it was taken. An unnamed photo—that's what it was, but that didn't make it any less special. Somewhere between admiring that photo and finding snippets of rest, I fell asleep.

The Next Day: At School

I was walking through the corridor of the Goode High School, to my friends. I had woken up directly at 6 in the morning after sleeping at night. I had gotten a dreamless, restful sleep and I felt energetic. The school was almost over and the last class—gym had finished and I was walking towards my friends from my locker. It was bizarre that my locker was on the exact other end from all of theirs. The day had gone by fast and I was glad for that. I had swim practice again today in the evening and I wanted my energy to remain intact by the end of the school day.

"Hey guys." I said as I approached my friends Jason, Frank, Hazel and Grover who were standing near the lockers. Frank had an arm around Hazel and she was leaning into him. They looked pretty cute together but I would never admit it out loud. They all said hi to me in return. "What's up?"

"Nothing. I was just telling them about the new girl in our class today." Hazel said.

"What new girl?" I asked, confused. I didn't see any new girl today in any class.

"In Math."

I smirked. "I ditched Math today. I am in a good mood and I didn't want Math to ruin it."

"I know, I didn't see you." She glared.

"I'm in a stellar mood, I didn't want to solve problems at all." I frowned at her.

"I feel you, bro." Jason said.

"Anyways, I was saying that today she sat on the seat next to you."

"What?"

"Is that a problem?"

"No, it's not. I was just surprised, that's it."

"You're lucky she's your partner." She said further. "She's totally genius."

"A nerd." Grover supplied and we all laughed, except Hazel, of course.

"You're grades in Math are gonna improve, bro." Jason said.

"Well, I hope so. I need to improve them, man or my mom will stop making blue cookies for me." I chuckled.

"She's really beautiful too, Perce. So, you'll have to struggle to pay attention." Hazel smirked.

"I'll do just fine, thanks."

"He could pay attention when he was dating Vanessa." Jason pointed out.

"Vanessa is a bitch. Annabeth is not. Why did you even date her?" Hazel said.

"I have the same question. I wouldn't go even near her." Frank said.

"I don't know man. I was stupid and a kid. She looked beautiful and she acted different around me. I didn't know she was such a bitch until she tried to insult you." I said to Hazel.

"It was great when you decked her though. It was hot." Frank said.

"Get a room." Grover said.

"The point being, Percy is dumb. Because you were the last one in the entire school to realize she was an ass and a manipulative tramp." Hazel said.

"Better late than never. And how do you know that Annabeth is a nice girl? Did you even talk to her?" I replied.

"No, I didn't. But she was talking nicely to everyone who went to her and she's befriended Thalia, Piper and Nico already. She sat with them for lunch too."

The bell rang, indicating the end of the day.

"Fine then, see you guys tomorrow." I waved goodbye as I turned to leave, leaving their trails of goodbyes behind me.

I walked down the road. The sun was blazing hot. I pulled out the bottle of water and took a sip. Man, I really wished for my motorcycle right now. At least the movement would have brought breezes my way. I needed to repair it today itself or even tomorrow early morning. My home was not much far from the school, a 10-15-minute walk at least but it was not pleasant at all.

As I walked on ahead and my home was in the view, I saw a girl walking slowly in front of me. She was almost dragging her feet ahead and her shoulders were slumped, the bag on one of them almost falling. I walked on ahead towards her to ask if she was okay. But before I could ask, her feet gave away and she started sinking to the ground.

"Fuck," I almost yelled as I ran a couple steps to catch her just before she hit the ground. I caught her and picked her up in my arms.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked her.

Her eyes were half open. She nodded a yes but her head lolled to the side, contradicting her answer. Fuck, I couldn't keep her on the road like this. The only option was to take her home.

"Where do you live?" I asked her. Please don't live far away, I can't carry you and our bags for too long. But she didn't reply, she just groaned.

Ugh, my home it is then. I tightened my grip around her, ignoring the jolt that shot through my body and started walking towards my home. Oh, I so hoped mom was home.

Once I reached the doorstep, I juggled the key in one hand and somehow opened the door without jolting her body much. I kicked the door shut behind me and looked around the house. The house was silent. Fuck, mom had to go out just now! Not wanting to place the girl on the couch because her head would not be at a comfortable angle, I took her to my bedroom and placed her gently on the bed. Her eyes were fully closed now.

What the fuck was wrong with her? My best guess was that she was having a sun stroke so I went into the kitchen to make some lemonade. Thankfully, we had lemons. I quickly made her a glass and put some sugar in it and went inside my room swiftly. Her eyes were still closed.

"Hey," I called to her and she stirred. "Are you feeling alright?"

She groaned and opened her eyes. "What the…" She was startled and she tried to sit up but failed.

"There, there." I helped her sit up. "Don't misunderstand anything, please. I'll explain. But first have this." I pushed the glass in front of her eyes.

She eyed me suspiciously. Her eyes a stormy gray and her hair blonde and wavy. Oddly familiar. Huh. Finally, when she was somewhat convinced, she took the glass from me and sipped it. She hummed with satisfaction and I chuckled. She ignored it and gulped the whole glass down without stopping. After finishing, she kept the glass on the bedside and leaned back into the headboard, crossing her arms over her chest.

Her hair was disheveled and her eyes were penetrating mine. The gray so familiar yet so distant. She was fucking beautiful.

"You have 2 minutes to explain why I am in, what I assume, is your bed because I can't remember a thing." She broke my reverie and I was thankful that she didn't catch me ogling her.

"Fine, fine. I saw you walking down the street really slowly and your shoulders were slouched. I was coming towards you to ask you what was wrong but you fainted. I caught you before you hit the ground. I asked you where you lived but you just groaned so I brought you at my place because it was just 2 minutes away and I was carrying you." I finished and took a breath.

"Sea green." She blurted out.

"What?"

"Nothing." She denied quickly. "Well the story you told me explains the jolts I was feeling." She nodded.

"I'm sorry for that." I apologized and paused. "But hey, you believe me, right?"

"I do. I'm good at reading people and I know you're not lying."

"Thank the Gods. What you had, I guess, was a typical sun stroke. Are you new around here?"

"I am. I just shifted here. I'm from New York."

"Oh, that's nice. Good for you. Are you feeling better now? Or do you want another glass of lemonade or maybe a cup of coffee?"

"No, no. I'm feel better now. Still a bit dazed but fine."

"Good." I said and stopped, filling the room with an awkward silence. Just then I realized that I had not introduced myself. "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Percy Jackson."

"Percy Jackson?" She repeated and I gave her a confused look. "Percy, as in the bad boy of Goode High." Now I was in riddles.

"You know me?"

"I'm Annabeth Chase." She said and all the pieces fell into the puzzle.

"Oh, so you're the new girl." I said and she chuckled.

"I guess I am. I didn't see you in person today, just heard about you from Thalia and Nico."

"Ditto, but I heard about you from Hazel."

"Oh, the cute girl with the dark curly hair?" I nodded. "She's pretty nice. I have Math with her, I think."

"With me too."

"Oh?"

"I ditched class today because I was in a good mood. I didn't want Math to ruin it." I shrugged. "And apparently, we're bench partners too. You sat on the empty bench in the corner, didn't ya?" She nodded. "That's my seat."

"Why does no one sit with you?"

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"I really should get going." She said after a moment of silence.

"Don't go." Just slipped right out of my mouth. She just stared at me. "I mean, let the sun go down a bit, then you can go. I promise, I won't try anything on you. My mom raised me right."

She smiled and the same familiarity hit my chest. What the fuck was that about?

"You're really not a bad boy in my opinion. Why the school has you pegged as one feels like a mystery now."

"I don't think I am one. Just because I'm good at sports and they think I am good looking and popular, they just declared me as one. I just decided that I didn't want to waste my time in convincing people otherwise."

"You like that status, don't you?" She smirked.

"It's not like I like it but it's not like I dislike it either. It just isn't important to me what others think of me. As far as I know, none of their opinions will matter. And those who's matter, know me well enough to know how exactly I am."

"Wow." She said.

I suddenly realized that we were really close to each other and an emotion that I hadn't felt since I was 12 was snaking back in my mind. She leaned back and I straightened too.

To remove the tension, I spoke in a fake cheery tone. "So, you're the classic nerd."

She laughed and I froze as a little gasp left my lips. I could imagine it being comical and dramatic if it were not so surprising. The laugh. The same one that came in my dreams and the one that made me smile involuntarily.

"What's wrong?" She asked, noticing the changes in me.

"Nothing. Its just that you're just too similar to someone I once used to know. Well not know, but kind of… well, its complicated and you wouldn't understand." I stuttered.

Now she froze. What was with all the freezing? Calculations passed her eyes as she tested something. I didn't know how I could make that out… I just did.

"You're… you seem oddly familiar to me too." She said, her voice barely a whisper.

No, no, no, this can't be. What I was thinking couldn't be true. I stretched my arms and picked up my wallet from the bedside, flipping it open. Inside was a photo. It was a photo of a little girl aged about 12. A photo of a girl with wavy blonde hair and gray eyes. Smiling at the camera, her happiness evident.

I showed it to her and she gasped.

"That's me." She whispered, confirming my thoughts about who she was. "How do you have my photo, that too one about 5 years ago?" But she was yet to realize who I was. I smiled at her the way I used to, maybe hoping that she would now recognize me. But she was just to caught up in figuring out the logistics to drown in the emotions.

I sighed and laughed lightly. "Haven't you figured out the answer to that yet, Wise Girl?"

Her eyes shot up to meet mine and she gasped again, this time loudly and in surprise and a smile graced her lips. "Seaweed Brain?" Her words were almost a question and I nodded in answer.

She laughed that enthralling laugh once again and threw her arms around me, hugging me hard. My hands instinctively went to her waist to hold her back. She felt so right, just like she did when I picked her up on the way here, just like she did when we were 12.