Hi guys! It's my second chapter!
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This story and all of its characters belong to the oh so wonderful... Rick Riordan *applause*.

By the time Annabeth finally got through the doors of the classroom -which she was epically tardy for- she was flushed, sweaty and panting like a wild animal. Not to mention she tripped three times on the way over, losing her shoes multiple times.

Peeking in, not one person looked up at her, even as she had to walk in front of the entire class to get to the only vacant seat in the room.

Right in the front.

Sitting down in the cold chair, she realized she couldn't have picked a more stupidly placed seat. She couldn't see anything aside from the blackboard and the teacher. Even her peripheral vision was obscured by the chipping blue walls. This is what she would have as her entertainment all year.

This is why she's always had a seat in the back, so she could pretend be the quiet, unsuspecting girl who sat alone and didn't talk to or bother anyone, but was secretly spying on every individual in the room. Survival 101.

Sad? Absolutely.

But she preferred it like that, her system helped her get out of trouble.

But not this time. She could practically feel the stares in the back of her head, making her want to curl in on herself and crawl out the room on all fours. She was glad she wasn't alone in her thinking though, the kid next to her looked ready to just bolt at any moment.

Sighing, she leaned down, chin in hand wondering about what to do, the teacher hadn't bothered glancing up yet so she decided it would be best if she tried to make it look like she had been there the whole time. And by that, she meant do nothing because the teacher clearly wasn't making her time useful anyway.

She started doodling shapes and patterns in her textbook, which she had previously decorated with tiny little hearts and glitter, to pass time. She even ate some the sandwich and apple she managed to grab before she left this morning. Her IPod kept out all the sounds of classroom, the quiet chatter, the sound of pencils and erasers being gnawed down, everything. Even the sound of the door being slammed open.

She didn't notice the teacher had started talking until another voice had joined in. "Your late." Her teacher stated without looking up from his stack of papers that hadn't seemed to change since she herself had walked in, "Oh, didn't notice. I guess I was roaming the halls for no reason then, huh?" A deep voice answered sarcastically. Annabeth's head shot up at the sound so fast, her neck popped. Only to realize everyone else had already trained their attention to the intruder.

It was the weird guy in the hall that she ran into earlier, she was kind of glad she hadn't asked him for help now, he was kind of an ass... a scary ass too.

His back was to the class as he spat at the teacher, who was trying -and failing- to ignore the rowdy teenager. "Are you going to let me sit down or give me detention? Either way, could you make it fast? Believe it or not, I've got some sleeping to catch up on." The guy said, tapping his long fingers against the teachers desk impatiently. The older man flicked his hand in an impatient gesture and turned looking around the room until his eyes, coincidentally, found Annabeth's.

She stiffens as he narrows his eyes, shes hoping that two things wouldn't happen... Especially at the same time. She really didn't feel like going off on her teacher on the first day of school because he called her out in front of the class or put that delinquent next to her.

She was almost relieved when her teacher looked away, as if he had forgotten the reason he had been looking around in the first place. Annabeth was praying that he was elderly enough to just forget things on the spot like that.

But life isn't always very kind.

After recollecting his thoughts the teacher points at her, "You, yes you, stop trying to act innocent. You weren't here at the beginning of the class." He says waving his bony finger in the air. Annabeth pales and slowly nods her head, fearing her voice might squeak. The older man sighs, "Because this is why I teach", he mumbles -not so silently- under his breath. "Good," he starts, "the two delinquents can sit together then." He smiles, his lips tight.

Annabeth almost gasped out loud. Turning crimson with anger, she tried to control her breathing before she said anything rash that would put her in the office. She had never been called anything worse than an "angel" in her entire life, let alone a delinquent! She was fuming, but the stupid nuisance himself just starting smirking as he pulled up a desk next to hers. "What's your name son?" The younger boy grimace, but still managed to raise one black eyebrow in question. "Never mind I know, you've been in my detention classes long enough." With a grunt he turned around to continue whatever he was doing before he was interrupted.

The entire class seemed to calm down too and kept their quiet murmurs to themselves. Annabeth turned to the boy next to her, she didn't know what she was expecting out of him, to speak or introduce himself, she didn't know. But she didn't expect him to the just fold himself over the desk and start snoring in the 45 seconds that he had come over.

When the bell finally rang, Annabeth got her things together, shouldered her backpack and took one last look a the dreaming teenager, who's drool had made a line down his face and formed a puddle by his arm. His face etched in a permanent scowl.

She thought about waking him up, helping him out so he wouldn't be late, but that wouldn't do anybody any good. He didn't seem like the type of person to take being awoken by strangers lightly either.

After one more glance Annabeth started down the hall to her locker, well to find it mostly. "327," she said to herself remembering everything on her schedule. She passed by her locker several times in the mess of yellow before she finally found it, but when she did all she could do was cringe. She just had to get the worst locker in school, the one with enough scratches and craters on it to be confused with a used sheet of foil. It has always had a gravitational pull for on coming fights and flying objects and because of that, it had earned itself a nickname.

And now she was stuck with it.

Opening it she examined the inside, she could deal with this, there were a few dents and scraps, but nothing that couldn't be beautified. She's been decorating her lockers since the 5th grade, it was something that helped her past time and helped make going to this hell hole everyday, manageable. She planned to do the same with this one, whether or not it was hideous on the outside.

She started pulling her text books out of her bag, when large hands suddenly obscured her vision.

Her first thought was to scream, but she knew that wouldn't do any good, with half the people in this school being so stupidly oblivious. She calculated the size of the hands and the height.

A boy.

She couldn't exactly run because seriously, kidnappers should be prepared for that, but she soon realized she wouldn't need to. "Guess who," a deep voice whispered in her ear, she relaxed as she recognized the voice instantly. Turning around she wrapped her arms around his neck, his bright eyes shining as he looked down at her, "You know, you really shouldn't sneak up on girls like that," she started scolding, slightly annoyed. He raised an eyebrow, "You didn't think I was trying to abduct you, did you?"

She looked pointedly at him, daring him to go there. His eyes grew wide with humor, "You did didn't you? Anna if you would actually just stand there while someone attempted to kidnap you, I don't-," she stopped him mid-laugh with a glare. "I was estimating the time it would take me to get in one kick between the legs, one to the ribs and another to the jaw before anyone noticed and then after getting rid of your body, I would have continued unpacking my bag." Stunned into silence he just stared. Annabeth raised an eyebrow threatening him to talk and when he didn't she just smirked with satisfaction. Coming back to his scenes he made a claw with his hand, "Raw r, kitten has nails, dontcha." She smiled, "You know, I think you're just all bark and no bite. You've threatened me enough, but you would never really do anything. "Oh you have no idea." Annabeth said with a glare. A small smiled lifted his lips as he drew closer, placing an arm around her waist and leaning forward, their faces inches apart, she could feel his breath fanning her face.

"You always have a plan don't you, and a plan B and a plan C," he said with a grin while his eyes twinkled. "You know me well, Grace," Annabeth whispered, their foreheads were touching. He moved to close the gap-. "No PDA in the hallway!" They sprung apart, startled by the booming voice just feet away. "Baby brother, have I taught you nothing?" Her voice was right next to them then. Sighing, Jason hid his face in Annabeth's shoulder, "Hello Thalia," he greets with muffled annoyance. Annabeth pinched the bridge of her nose and cringed, she hadn't opened her eyes yet in fear that whatever was about to come out her mouth, would bring on a migraine. She opened one eye and was met with the short frame of her best friend. "To what do we owe this visit, Thals?" The tiny girl frowned, "Why are we acting like we didn't see each other just yesterday?" She says, her hands on her hips.

"Maybe we wanted to be alone, did you think about that?" Jason asked standing up straight. Rolling her eyes Thalia just sighed. "You guys do realize that this is a hallway, as in, no privacy whatsoever. And anyway I still don't get it, Nico and I aren't like that."

"You and Nico aren't normal, everyone knows this, it's like, a fact."

Glaring at her sibling Thalia stalks forward and fear springs into Jason's eyes. Annabeth had to muffle her laugh with her hand as the two stared each other down.

"Little brother, don't you have somewhere else to be?" Annabeth watched as understanding passed through their eyes. Jason nods, "Yeah, i'll see you later ladies," he winks at her and walks off leaving her staring at the back of his retreating form.

Thalia turns towards her and reaches around her head, tapping on the metal slab behind her, "Oh look, you got "Denty". I could have sworn there was a bet about who would be next to get it this year." She chuckled and Annabeth just grimaced.

"You know you should really stop calling him that, it hurts his ego," she started jabbing her thumb in the direction her boyfriend had previously gone. Thaila shrugs, "It's partly true, lots can happen in eight minutes, Annie. You know like, birth." She rolled her eyes, "Plus, his ego needs to get knocked down a few pegs anyway. No one likes arrogant Jason."

Thalia looks down and picks at her nails and Annabeth took the time to study her odd friend.

It always stumped her at how opposite the twins were, Thalia's bold, "I don't care" attitude and Gothic tendencies were so different compared to Jason and his carefree, laid back way of life. They were were almost totally different when it came to the physical things too. Jason stood at almost six feet tall while Thalia... well she's barely grazing the five foot mark.

She would think that they should at least have similar looks, but no. Thaila's dark hair and pale features are in complete contrast to Jason's platinum hair and tan skin. The only thing they have in common is their eyes, it's the only thing remotely "twin-like" about them.

Annabeth realized she had been staring off into space for a while when Thalia finally started talking. "Where were you this morning? Me and Jace tried to find you all morning, chick." For once Thalia's electrifying eyes were serious.

"I got here during 2nd, I must have overslept or my shower time needs to be cut dramatically," she tried to make a joke, but it didn't appear that Thalia thought it was funny. "Did you have the dream again?" Annabeth bit her lip, she had and it had been coming to her a lot more often than before, but she wasn't about to let her overprotective best friend know that. "I don't know, I never remember them, they could just all be different and have nothing to do with each other," she lied. The older girl eyed her, she always knew when she was lying, but she quickly dismissed it shaking her head. "How's it at home then? Athena got that stick out her ass yet?" Annabeth laughed shaking her head, "Nope, nothing's changed, it's still wedged up in there." Annabeth hesitates, "Since we're on the subject, what about you, how's your mom been Thals? I haven't seen her since summer and Jason doesn't talk much about her anymore." Thalia was shaking her head before she even finished, "She's fine, well the same I guess," she shrugged and managed a small smile, a clear sign to close the subject, for now.

"Ok now lets stop all this heavy stuff, I wanna do something fun," Annabeth said hoping to thaw the awkward silence, "You have free period with me, we can go get out and do something!" She briefly thought about the fact that she hadn't even been at school for an hour yet and she was already wanting to leave. Thalia eyed her, "How do you know i have free period?" Annabeth shrugged, "I stole your schedule." She watched as Thalia's eyes got big, "Wow Annie you are learning from me!" Thalia smiled a warm smile and slapped her friends shoulder, Annabeth just grimaced, "Don't call me Annie."

"Come on Jace gets to call you Anna, why not me. Plus, it's funny." She continued to glare, "My point exactly, Jason uses it as a term of endearment, Thals and you just do it to make me mad." Thalia just rolled her eyes as they start walking around the corner.

Turning, Annabeth's eyes caught something across the hall, but that was just when Thalia decided it was a good time to start talking. "If you wanna go do something we could go get lunch, I mean I know its still like 9, but I'm hungry anyway, well I'm always hungry you know that-," Annabeth stopped her rambling. "Shhh." Thalia paused, "But-," "Food later, Thals who's that?" She pointed accross the hall where against the lockers sat the mysterious boy who had fallen asleep next to her in their last class. Thalia sent her a teasing smile, "You think he's hot don't you?" Annabeth blushes and stammers, "I- of course not Thalia, I have your brother for that, did you forget about him that fast?" Thalia started making loud exaggerated gagging noises getting attention from the surrounding people, "Gross Annie," she held up a hand before Annabeth could object, "Of course I didn't forget my dear brother, I just think it's fine if you admire others. From a distance of course."

"Is Nico okay with that?" Annabeth says pointedly. "What Nico doesn't know wont kill him. Now if I was being completly honest with you, which I am, I could tell you that that thing over there is one hot hunk of boy." She said with a shrug. "Thalia!" She pushed her shoulder playfully, "I just want to know his name."

"When you tell me why, I will give up the goods." Annabeth sighed, "He's just in my class," she said as she started watching him. He was leaning against the wall tossing a small object up and down in the air. Annabeth realized she had been staring for a while, when he seemed to feel eyes on him and looked their way. Annabeth was too far away to really see his face, but she could have sworn she saw his facial expression drop even lower than it was before when he spotted them. Turning hastily back to Thalia she tried to stop her cheeks from coloring, "Thalia just tell me, what's his name?" She asked with exaggerated annoyance. Thalia seemed to sense her agitation so she gave in, "Fine, I know him, he's a friend of Nico's, they hang out from time to time and I've met him once, he's bad news." Annabeth raised an eyebrow as she kept her eyes trained on the trouble maker. "Wow Thals, coming from you, he must be atrocious." She says distractedly. "I'm just warning you Annie." "What's his name Thalia! Stop stalling!" Thalia sighs, "His name's Percy... Percy Jackson."

~TUTU