Chapter 2-Annabeth


I just stared at my white sweatshirt in disbelief, Tara had an evil grin on her face.

"Seriously?" I cried. "Just because I bumped into you?"

Tara fingered her caramel hair, "I only do onto others as they do onto me. Isn't that the golden rule?" she giggled, flipped her hair and went back to sit down. Her group was laughing too hard at something Percy had said to notice what she had done.

"Come on honey lets get you cleaned up." It was Reyna, she gently took my arm and lead me off to the girl's bathroom. Tears threatened to fall down my cheeks.

Once in the bathroom Reyna locked the door and grabbed a wad of paper towels. I looked at myself in one of the mirrors. My blonde hair was messy and threatening to fall out of it's ponytail. I let the tears fall and they caused my eyes to become red and puffy. My once clean, white sweater was now dripping in goopy, lumpy mashed potatoes, and my glasses were crooked.

Reyna set to work, wetting the towels with water from the faucet and making me take off my sweater she wiped off most of the potatoes then began dabbing until the stain was faint and unnoticeable. Then she went to the hand dryer and slammed the button with her fist, drying the wet spot for about five minutes.

Damn she was good, the stain was gone and barely noticeable. Then she set to work on me. She had grabbed her lunch bag, where she always had an emergency hairbrush, bobby pins and hairbands. (In case she had to redo her braid). Then Reyna yanked out my ponytail, brushed it vigorously until the curls weren't full of snarl and wetted the brush down before attacking the naughty strands.

Then she re-did the ponytail, this time lower, around the middle of my head instead of the crown, and a little off to the side. Then she took my bangs and bobby-pinned them to the side.

After damage control was done she wiped my tears and fixed my glasses. My blush had faded, and I looked almost normal.

"Come on, lets go." Reyna whispered, she took my hand, unlocked the door and led me out of the restroom.

Tara must've told Percy and his friends what had happened, and they weren't pleased, because Tara was over at another table with her cheerleader friends, who pointed and laughed when I passed, and the others sat in stony silence.

Percy came up to Reyna and I, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, if were with her I would've stopped her." He said sheepishly.

"You sure you okay?" Piper asked, a few yards away, it was obvious Percy's friends hated Tara, but they put up with her for the sake of him.

I nodded to Piper who gave me a small smile and Reyna's hand squeezed my arm. "It's okay." I assured Percy, he gave me a small, curt nod and sat back down. Reyna an I headed back to our table.

"That bitch." Whispered Hazel, and I gaped at her. She almost never used language like that, she was too quiet and sweet. But, well, when you got her mad…

"I know." Snapped Reyna irately, throwing a glance at Tara's table and scowling.

"She had no right to do that to you! All you did this morning was bump into her!" Cried Frank, eating his Canadian bacon. Frank was strange like that, sometimes he had breakfast for lunch and dinner for breakfast, or some other random combination.

"No kidding! She said it was part of the golden rule that she had to do to me what I did to her!" I added, twirling my ponytail.

"Really. Really? That's her excuse?" Reyna shook her head, "If we weren't in school I would smack her!"
It was my turn to shake my head. "No, just let it boil over. I don't want anymore trouble."

I could tell Reyna didn't like it, but she dropped it.


When I got home from school that day, my mom was still at work. My mother Athena is an interior designer, since I want to be an architect she said we could open an office together some day, since the jobs need each other to build a house or building.

I immediately headed to my bedroom, which was rather large because of the money my mom made from her job and me being an only child. My mom had taken the liberty of decorating it two years ago. The walls were a light grey, with white carpeting, and some mirrors and quotes all over. My queen-sized bed was cover in a bedspread that was white and puffy, with metallic gold flecks and golden pillows. Then I had a small couch, bookshelf, desk, and tv.

My dresser sits in a corner, tall and thin, with trophies all over it, from debate, newspaper, art competitions (my building drawings were pretty good, if I do say so myself) and et cetera.

I supposed you could say I'm spoiled. But I can't help it. My mother owns a multi-billion dollar company. That's why we live in this high-rise penthouse, because she's successful. We lived on the top floor of a large apartment complex; our penthouse has three bedrooms, mine, my moms, and a guest room she converted into an office. It has a large kitchen and dining room, a living room, and a bathroom we share.

I set my book bag down on the floor and rubbed my temples. My head had been hurting since seventh period and so I walked into the bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet above the toilet and grabbed a bottle of Advil. I shook out two tablets and went into the kitchen, I took a glass from the dishwasher and filled it. I swallowed the pills then walked back to my room.

I spread my books out on my desk, deciding to start on my Bio-Chemistry homework first I got to work. By the time I was finished with that and had started on Calculus I heard my mom come up through the elevator.

"Annabeth?" she called loudly, I got off my desk chair and walked into the foyer.

"Hey mom." I said, admiring her sleek fashion choice of the day. She wore a black pencil skirt with a slit on the side, black pumps, a blood red silk blouse, and dark red lipstick. Her dark hair (I inherited my hair color from my father) was sleekly straightened, going to her waist.

"Hey honey. What should we have for dinner tonight?" she questioned, kicking off her black pumps onto the cool tile floor.

"I don't know, I'm in the mood for chicken parmesan." I replied, pushing my glasses up onto the bridge of my nose. My mother (though she didn't look like it) was an amazing cook. We hardly ever ate takeout at my house because my mom loved cooking good meals that were hardy and healthy.

"Sounds good." She gave me a small hug and kissed the top of my head before beginning to putter around in the kitchen. "How's the homework?" she pulled up various ingredients and pans and started cooking.

"Fine." I replied, sitting at one of the bar stools. "Um, mom?" I asked.

"Mhm?" she replied, back against me.

"Aren't you going to change?" I asked, motioning to her fancy outfit. Usually her work clothes were expensive, so she hardly ever cooked in them.

"Oh yes! Give me a few minutes to change!" she laughed and headed off to her bedroom.


Percy

I can't believe this! I don't want to believe this!

Flashback

During eighth period I was called to the office. Nervously wondering what it was I did, I walked in.

"Hey Mrs. Wright you wanted to see me?" I asked the principal, who was reading some letter at her desk.

"Ah yes, Perseus Jackson, captain of our basketball team, leading our team to victory against St. Paul's Central this Friday night." She replied, slipping her bifocals off of her nose and letting them hang by a pearled chain around her neck.

I grinned happily at her statement, "I won't let you down Mrs. W."

"That is if you can play." She said calmly.

I felt the smile slid off my face, my stomach tied itself into knots. "W-what do you mean?" I stuttered.

"Mr. Jackson are you aware that you are on the verge of failing English and Algebra?" Mrs. Wright questioned.

"Um, well I—"

"And are you aware that at the beginning of the school year you signed the player's code of conduct stating that you would keep your grades up to the code granted by the school board. And if you failed to keep good grades you would be suspended until they were fixed?"

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying; which I haven't done since I was nine and my pet turtle, King Tut, died.

"I'm giving you the chance to fix yourself by recommending a tutor. I don't want to not see you play Percy. This is the biggest chance Goode High has had at the basketball championship since 1996."

"Who's the tutor?" I grumbled.

"Annabeth Chase. Honor's student since day one, president of the debate team, editor of newspaper and four year champ at the regional art competition of New York. Here's her info. Call her, you need her help to stay on the team. Otherwise there's nothing I can do." She slid a file across the desk at me.

End of Flashback.

I hadn't had a chance to look at the file till the end of school, having stuffed it into my locker and headed back to class. When I arrived home that day I walked into my bedroom, and opened the file. I nearly dropped it when I saw the picture of my new tutor. It was the girl that Tara had painted mashed potatoes onto today. Who had bumped into us in the hallway and falling flat on her butt. The file had all the info I needed about, Annabeth, her name was? Cell phone number, address, and other personal stuff that I didn't need or care about.

I took a deep breath, grabbed my phone, and dialed the number on the file.


AN: I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I worked hard on it! And I made Athena a bit more of a caring mother, because I feel Annabeth deserves it! Oh, and Percy is a basketball player because it's different than him always on swimteam. There are no gods and stuff in this fanfiction. They are just parents who love their kids. So deal with it!

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