Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson. That privilege belongs to Rick Riordan. I only own my plot and any OC's that come along.
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Chapter 3: Annabeth
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My mom and I had just sat down to eat her delicious looking (and smelling) chicken parmesan when my phone rang. My mom gave me a stern look, she had a strict "No Cell Phones at the Table" policy, but I gave her an apologetic smile and looked at the caller ID.
Unknown Number
Deciding to answer I walked to the bathroom and shut the door.
"Hello?" I asked, setting the toilet seat down and sitting on it.
"Hey, is this Annabeth?" Came a masculine voice on the other end, it sounded very familiar.
"Yeah, who's this?"
"I'd rather not say, its kinda embarrassing, but I really need a tutor otherwise I can't play on the basketball team. Mrs. Wright recommended you."
"Since you're on the basketball team it narrows down your identity to quite a few guys. But I won't push."
"Yeah, do you think I could come to your house tomorrow at say five?"
"Sure, I'm free and my mom has a meeting. My address is on West 64th street, top floor." I replied and hung my phone.
My mom hadn't begun eating yet. Dinner table Rule Number Two: Always wait till everyone is seated to begin eating. "Who was that?" she asked, placing a napkin over the new pair of jeans she had put on after changing.
"Someone from school. Needs me to tutor him." I shrugged and grabbed a spoonful of noodles and placing a hunk of chicken on top of them.
"Oh, so it's a he." My mom said thoughtfully, giving me a wink.
"Mom!" I cried, feeling my face heat up. "I don't even know who it is! He felt embarrassed that if his grades wouldn't improve he'd be kicked off the basketball team so he chose to keep his name a secret till he comes tomorrow!"
"Okay! Okay! Just asking!" my mother held up her hands in defense.
We ate most of the meal in comfortable silence, because it was impossible to talk while you were scarfing down yummy food. When we finished I helped my mom load the dishwasher, then wash the dishes that didn't fit. Once we had finished my mom went to her room to red and I slipped into the bathroom to take a shower.
I grabbed my phone and plugged it into the littler speaker we had in our bathroom. I turned my playlist on shuffle and let the water run to get warm. Once the temperature was to my liking I stripped out of my clothes and stepped in.
I allowed the steaming water to run down my bare skin and soak my hair. Once I was completely drenched I massaged in my favorite lemon-scented shampoo and sang a little to the current song that was playing.
Once I finished showering I grabbed a fluffy towel and wrapped it around my body. I stepped out onto the fluffy bath rug and toweled myself off, then I wrapped it around my hair. I grabbed my bathrobe and walked into my room. I closed my curtains and slipped on some pajama pants and a t-shirt. Then I took out my hairdryer and blew my curls dry.
I cleaned my clothes out the bathroom and threw them in the hamper. I turned my TV onto some reruns of How I Met Your Mother and grabbed my laptop.
I checked my e-mail, nothing from anyone, I wasn't surprised. One of the only correspondents I had was Reyna, and even she didn't e-mail me everyday. I felt a little upset that my dad hadn't sent anything. He usually did around once a month, but still, nothing. My father's name is Fredrick Chase. He and my mom got divorced when I was three, he moved to San Francisco for his job as a history professor. There he met the step-monster, a.k.a my step-mom Susan, and they had my two little half-brothers, Bobby and Matthew.
So I closed my laptop and lied down on my stomach to watch the show. My hair was still a little damp, but I could feel it beginning to air dry as time went on.
By about 10:30 I turned off my TV and burrowed under my covers. I could here the pitter patter of raindrops on my windows, I knew it would be a stormy day outside tomorrow, but all I could think off was sleep.
I woke up to the sound of my phone's alarm clock blasting in my ears. I got out of bed quickly, and turned off the alarm. It was still raining, and the New York skyline was becoming slightly more visible through the dark grey clouds.
I rummaged through my closet, pulling out a dark pair of skinny jeans, an old Academic Decathlon t-shirt from when I was a sophomore. I slipped on my glasses, a black hoodie, and tied up my Converse.
Walking into the kitchen I could already smell the eggs and bacon my mom was cooking. Since she owned the company she could show up when she was needed or when she was wanted. And since a lot of clients didn't show up at 6 a.m., she usually had time to make breakfast for the both of us.
"Good morning." My mother said, sliding a mug of coffee across the island counter to me. I sat on one of the bar stools and again had to admire how chic my mother looked again.
She wore a navy blue, skin-tight dress with a black leather jacket and crème colored heels. She had a sexy smoky eye paired with a nude lip color and had left her hair in it's natural curled state, pulled back with a sleek clip.
"You look pretty." I said looking at her up and down, she had a much better fashion sense than me, because she wanted to be noticed, me…not so much.
"Thank you honey," she smiled at me, and put a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast down in front of me. I ravenously dug in, sipping my French Roast coffee in between bites. I finished in no time, taking my plate to the sink I headed to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth quickly, slipped my hair into a low ponytail at the nape of my neck, then spritzed the tiniest bit of perfume on my wrist. My mom bought it for me a while ago in a Victoria's Secret.
I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the couch, I looked at the time on my phone. 7:30. I had better get going. "Bye mom." I kissed her cheek goodbye and she gave me a brief hug before handing me my lunch and a thermos of coffee.
I walked to the elevator, pushed the G button for Ground Floor and settled my backpack and jacket over my shoulders. Once I reached the bottom floor I smiled at Lance, our doorman, and headed out into the cold November wind and rain.
I hurried to the safety of my car, a black 2008 Maserati and slammed the door shut. I quickly turned on the ignition and the heat, I powered up the windshield wipers, setting them on high, and turned the radio up. I listened to the song that was on the POP Station I had on, but soon I got bored of that so I began using the steering wheel controls to flip through channels until I found something I liked.
When I arrived at school I parked and grabbed my umbrella I always had in the back seat. I opened it quickly when I got out and locked my car. Then I walked into school.
I left my umbrella in the doorway to dry with kids', who thought of bringing one. I shook the raindrops that had gotten on my coat off and headed into school, looking for Reyna, Hazel and Frank. I final found them at Reyna's locker, talking about the World History assignment we received yesterday that was due by 28th of November, two weeks away. We were two write a four page report on the Native American tribe we were studying at the moment and a certain topic we pulled out of a hat.
I had received artwork, like pottery, paintings, jewelry, stuff like that. I had started a bit of it last night, but other than that…nothing.
Reyna loved World History, but she wasn't fond of the teacher Mrs. Hannigan, or as Reyna called her, Mrs. Hagaginn. Mrs. Hag for short. The teacher was in her mid to early 60's with short grey hair, bifocals, and too much red lipstick. The woman looks like Miranda Sings.
"The old bat is crazy! A report due in two weeks, four worksheets, and reading two chapters on top of everything else we have assigned in other classes!"
"That's high school." I said, coming up behind her.
Most of the day went by quickly and uneventful. Tara didn't even look at, it was as though yesterday had never happened. Or she was secretly plotting an even worse assault than a mashed potato masterpiece on my sweater.
When the school day finally ended I grabbed my umbrella and drove home. Finishing my homework quickly and thoroughly, then adding a bit more to my essay. I then got the apartment ready for the tutoring session. I grabbed some old ratty textbooks the school had let me have for things such as this and put them on the table. Then I set out a bowl of pretzel's, dip and lemonade in a pitcher with some glasses.
I didn't have to wait very long before I heard the intercom from the lobby crackle to life and Lance's voice emit from it. "Annabeth! I have a young man who's here to see you for tutoring! Can I let him up?"
I quickly pressed the button on our transmitter "Yeah, send him up Lance." I replied, I looked at the elevator cogs turning as whoever I was tutoring came up. The first thing I saw was black hair. Then I saw who it was.
Percy Jackson.
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AN: I am the cliffhanger queen! *laughs evilly* MWAHAHAHA! Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! It was a lot of fun to write because we got some Annabeth/Athena fluff in there. Also I won't be able to update Saturday or maybe Sunday because its my cousin's wedding and we'll be staying at a hotel so… yeah. Anyways review! They remind my of Christmas presents!
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