Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, the characters, plot or anything else. That belongs to Rick Riordan. I only own my OC's.
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Miss Not-So-Popular
Chapter 6
Annabeth Chase.
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Ok, I know Percy didn't want anyone to know I was tutoring him, because he for some reason he thought he'd get teased. But seriously? When Tara yelled at me he pretended like he didn't even know my name! Sure he pulled her away from me and told her off, but still!
Wait. Oh my god! I just smarted back to the bitchiest, most popular girl in school who also happened to be head cheerleader, and girlfriend to the most popular guy in school who I happen to be tutoring… Wow, that's going to get confusing.
As I scampered away from the pair I could here Percy asking her why she was being such a bitch lately, and her snapping at him angrily before running off in a different direction. Throwing my head back to look at Percy's slightly sheepish face from all the stares he had just received, deciding not to butt in I just kept walking.
I naturally had Calculus as my next class, so hurrying as fast as I could, I made it just before the warning bell sounded, signaling fives minutes before class officially started. Reyna was reading a book at her desk. I realized, with a groan, that it was Twilight. Reyna was a huge Twihard, whereas I, was a Potterhead. We often had little arguments about which book series was better (Harry Potter all the way!) in which neither of us ever won, because we were both on debate, and very apt speakers.
"Really Rey? Isn't this like the sixteenth time you've read the series?" I asked disdainfully as she shut the book and set it daintily on her desk.
"Excuse me but how many times have you read Harry Potter?" she sniffed mock offended.
"Twenty-Eight times. Touche." I said, rather impressed. She gave me a nod, then let out a giggle. "Don't get me wrong, I love school, but TGIF!" I stated, letting out a yawn.
"Ditto, hopefully the teachers won't swamp us with homework. Listen, do you wanna spend the night tonight? My mom's making me go to homecoming and we're going dress shopping. It'll be more fun with a friend along."
I nodded. "Sure, I need to pick one up anyways. My mom's making me go too. She said, and I quote. "Okay, you know I'm super proud of you for being responsible and studious all the time. But you're becoming an introvert. So your going to homecoming, whether you like it or not."
Reyna laughed, "So it's settled then! When we get back we'll have a movie watching marathon!"
"No Twilight" I commanded, quirking a joking eyebrow at her.
"Then no Harry Potter." She replied, smiling mischievously at me. Damn, why do I have to have such a contradicting best friend?
"Fine, Divergent it is!" I laughed, for it was one of the few books series we had in common. The bell rang, and the class started, of course taking it's dear sweet time.
When it was finally over I said goodbye to Reyna and headed off in the direction of my next class, which was Bio-Chemistry. Unfortunately it was the only class I shared with Tara and Beth McConnell, Tara's second in command. Though she wasn't co-head cheerleader, that job was Piper McLean's, Beth was as snobby and self-centered as Tara, though not nearly as pretty. She was average height, was long dark hair that was thin, poker straight, and was usually greasy a day after her last shower. She had braces, and minor acne that she covered up with loads of foundation and powder, so it looks like someone soaked a sponge in makeup and slapped it to Beth's face.
I walked into the classroom with my head behinds my books as I sat in the corner lab, that was closest to the window. My lab partner, Stacy Donalds, was absent so I would be working alone.
I watched as students filed in one by one. And I noticed something…strange. Brett Larson, who was on the basketball team with Percy, walked in, sat next to Tara, and when Tara saw him, she smiled at him and placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently.
What the hell?
When school was finally over for the day I walked to my locker, when I opened it up a note fluttered to the floor. Thinking it was from Reyna about tonight I opened it and let my eyes flit over the writing. It wasn't from Reyna, whose writing was slightly messy because of how fast she went. This writing was neat and curvy, I knew exactly who had written the note.
Listen up nerd,
Stay out of my way, you may think you're special enough to interrupt
Me and my boyfriend when we're talking because
Your smart.
Well guess what?
YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL!
You, are anything but. You are just an ugly, unpopular nerd,
So stay out of my way, and don't interrupt us again.
Or You'll Pay!
For some reason I didn't feel like crying, I felt like laughing. My social status was already low enough that whatever she did, it didn't matter. Besides, if she tried anything, my mom would sue her for everything she's got. So I let out a little chuckle, crumpled up the letter and stuffed it in my pocket.
I packed up the rest of my things, slipped on my coat, slung my rather light backpack over my shoulder and headed to my car. The fall air outside was cool and frigid. Unfortunately there's so much pollution in the New York air that we don't get vibrant leaf colors in the fall, just moddled browns.
I threw my bags in the backseat and hopped into the car, starting the ignition and throwing on the heat and radio. As I drove home I sung loudly to the songs played on the radio.
Two hours later I was at this fancy little boutique called Mi Amour in downtown Manhattan. It had dresses, shoes, and accessories in every color, shape, and size, imaginable.
Reyna and her mother already had bags loaded on their arms, but they looked through dresses carefully, Rey looked best in purple, so they were searching through a rack of many shaded purple dresses.
I paged through slowly, a bit bored. I hadn't found anything at the last boutique we were in, nothing really suited my style there. I sighed and then something caught my eye. It was a strapless number that went to about my lower thigh, it was a crème color, with a gold belt, sweetheart neckline, and gold beading on the bodice. I immediately fell in love with it, and went to go try it on.
It fit like it was made for me, hugging my curves and revealing me, but not too much. I felt like a different person in this dress, I stepped out of the dressing room, to see Reyna drop the deep violet dress she was holding and her jaw fall to the floor.
"Oh. My. Mother of God." She squealed in delight and ran to me. "You look gorgeous! How much is it? Nevermind that! You have to take it!"
I looked at the price tag and felt my heart skip a beat. The dress was nearly $400. But my mom didn't care, in her mind, an expensive dress was $2,000, I just wasn't used to making drastic payments like that on my credit card.
After I found the dress I went hunting for shoes. I picked out a pair of gold metallic flats, that were on clearance for only $30, and some simple jewelry; a long chained gold necklace with a tiny feather charm on it and a matching bracelet.
After paying the rather snotty salesclerk I went to find Reyna. She was in the dressing room trying on the deep violet dress she had grabbed when I walked out in mine. It was made of rich looking purple silk, had one strap that crossed over her right shoulder, a bubble skirt and a silver chain belt.
"Rey! You look fabulous!" I said, and she did a catwalk, posing like a model every time she paused. I laughed.
"If that's the dress we'll have to return the others. But that can happen tomorrow." Said Reyna's mother Bellona, or Bella for short.
"Sounds great!" Replied Rey as she disappeared to change back into her street clothes.
We paid and left the store, heading back to Reyna's apartment for a long night of talking, movie watching, snacking, and absolutely under no circumstances sleeping.
AN: Sorry I'm not writing the sleepover portion. I'm just tired and its 10 minutes to 11:00 where I am so…. But I can't decide which breakup option I'll go with so I set up a poll. Link is in my bio. Idk if it works though… but anyways. And I mentioned something about Annabeth being an introvert… that was actually something I got from my bf, you know who you are.
But… yeah! Continue continuing to review so I can continue continuing to continue this story! I'm never gonna let that go. But I'm gonna go!
BYE!
