Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson, that goes to Rick Riordan. I only own whatever OC's come along and the plot.


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Miss Not-So-Popular

Chapter 8

Annabeth Chase

Percy Jackson.

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It was Tuesday night and Percy was already at my house, he had a huge test in Algebra on Thursday so I came up with some practice tests on all the content he had learned.

"87%" I said, correcting the third test he took, I scribbled the percentage on the top of the page and slid it to him. He groaned and put his head in his hands. "Hey," I said gently, putting a tentative hand on his arm. He was wearing a simple blue t-shirt, so his arms were exposed. When my skin touched his I felt a tingling sensation.

"What?" he snapped frustrated, giving me a harsh glare, I pulled my hand back nervously and his face became apologetic. "Sorry Annabeth, it's not your fault… its mine, I have such a hard time focusing. It's because I have dyslexia."

I stared at him for a bit, surprised he had told me something so personal.

"I'm not sure why I told you that." He said, blushing a bright red that made his beautiful sea green eyes pop. Wait, did I just…? Oh my god!

"Hey, it's fine. And it's not your fault either, we just need to figure out a way to trick your dyslexia to help you, not rage war on you. You are doing better in school. Here." I grabbed my laptop off of the couch and typed in the online school gradebook. I got to the login page and slid the computer to Percy.

"Type in your login." I said and sat back, waiting. He typed slowly and carefully, and I noticed the way the skin around his eyes crinkled when he concentrated. It was the same way for me, only my nose crinkled. Damn he looked cute. Shit.

When he had finished he turned the computer so we could both see. I clicked on the grade book tab and his grades flashed onto the screen.


Perseus Jackson Grades.

Algebra- B-

Ava Halversack

Biology- A

Jonathon King

World History- C+

Kelly Toller

English- C-

Paul Blofis

Physical Education- A+

Gleeson Hedge


"See." I said, closing the laptop and placing it aside. "You were getting D's in Algebra and English. You managed to bring those up. This is helping. I promise you'll get A's soon."

He smiled gratefully, and started packing his things. It was 9:30, we'd been going at studying for four and a half hours. "Listen, I really appreciate this Annabeth, your really good at this. I guess I'll see you tomorrow." And then he surprised me by kissing my cheek, he walked to the elevator and waved to me. As for me I stood there like an idiot, motionless and blushing.


When I finally unfroze, like, ten minutes later, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some orange juice. My mom walked in, in some sweats and a t-shirt. "So, how was studying?" she asked, pouring herself a glass. She had met Percy briefly last night, she said he was very kind and he seemed like a gentleman.

"It was fine." I said, glowing a little and skipping off to my room. Oh god what is this guy doing to me? I haven't skipped since the second grade!


When I woke up the next morning I lay in bed, thinking. This was something I often did, it cleared my head. Finally, after about ten minutes of just sitting there I got up, and shook my hair around. It wasn't looking half-bad this morning so I decided to do something out of the ordinary and leave it all down for a change.

I put on some dark skinny jeans, a grey shirt was a aqua owl, a black and purple hoodie and my converse. I ran a brush through my curls, swashed on some deodorant, slipped on my glasses, and headed to the kitchen, where my mom had prepared some of her infamous homemade cinnamon rolls.

I sat on a bar stool by the island and smiled sleepily at her, laying my head in my hand. My mother chuckled and slid a plate of three rolls to me. "Good morning sleepy head."

"Hey." I murmured quietly, grabbing a cinnamon roll. I ate quietly, and my eyes felt raw from how late I was up last night. After Percy left I still had to eat dinner, finish my homework, and after all that was done I stayed up late on my laptop, checking my Facebook.

"Late night?" she asked giving me a couple links of sausage to go with my rolls.

"Yep, that assignment Mr. Collinsworth assigned for next week is a jolt, but I got through it." My mom gave me a small smile then headed off to her room to get ready.

After I finished my breakfast I put my dishes in the dishwasher, poured a thermos of coffee for myself, grabbed my lunch from the fridge and my backpack from my room and called goodbye to my mother. I got into my car, and drove off to school.


When I arrived, I went to find Reyna, she was talking to Frank about something, he headed off in one direction after they'd finished and Reyna, who had spotted me, waited.

"Hey." I said smiling and hugging her hello.

"Why hello there." Reyna giggled, hugging me back and smoothing her skirt. I'd always admired Reyna's brightly colored but always slightly nerdy appearance. Today she had her long dark hair, braided down her back, she had a black and white polka-dot skirt, lace pre-ripped black tights, a red blouse, and a navy cardigan. She also wore her usual cat eye glasses.

"What were you talking to Frank about?" I asked, cocking my head and quirking an eyebrow.

"The History assignment." Reyna rolled her eyes and shrugged, then her eyes widened, and became glued to one spot. I turned around, followed her gaze and was shocked to see Tara making out with Brett Larson.

POV: Percy

I was shocked with myself for having kissed Annabeth on the cheek, but I couldn't help myself. She looked so cute when she concentrated on something, the skin on her nose would crinkle, making all freckles disappear. Her grey eyes were stormy, but not cold, they were always analyzing.

When I woke up the next morning I gave a small smile. It was Wednesday, only two more days until the homecoming basketball game and three until the homecoming dance. Coach Hedge had us practicing our butts off all week, because we were facing our worst enemies, the Rydesdale Clydesdales. We had a great win against St. Paul's Central last week, score was 12-43 us. I had the plays scratched permanently in my brain and there was no way I could shake them, nor could I shake the nerves that flashed through my body whenever I thought about it.

I rolled out of bed, grabbed a shower and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Paul was already gone, and my mom must've been still asleep, because A: there was no food on the table and B: I could hear her snoring loudly in her bedroom.

I made myself a bowl of instant oatmeal and some coffee and sat down in front of the TV. I flipped through channels as I ate my breakfast and finally settled on some old war movie from the 1950's, it was so old it was in black and white and the dialogue was rather fuzzy, but it turned out to actually be really good.


When I arrived at school that day I heard muttering and whispers that seemed to directed to me. I looked at my shirt, no oatmeal, no toothpaste or anything. No toilet paper stuck to my shoe. What were people whispering about?

Jason found me, and he had a frazzled look on his face. "Hey dude, what's up?" I asked, giving him a concerned frown.

"Just, don't go over there man." He said warningly, he nodded to the group of what looked like cheerleaders and basketball players huddled around something, obstructing the view. I could hear coos and wolf-whistles, so I went over to investigate.

I felt Jason's hand on my arm and his attempts to call me back, but the damage had been done, and I had seen what the crowd was hiding. Tara's stone cold lips cemented to Brett Larson's.


AV: Raise your hand if you wanna kill Tara. Me: *Raises hand. Percy: *Raises hand. Donald Duck *raises…wing?

Anyways, cliff hanger! MWAHAHA! I'm so evil. Yep, I'm bad. Bad to the bone! Sorry for not updating! I just have been swamped with homework and such, so I haven't had time. Or I've just been lazy. Yep, second options mostly true.

For idea's on Reyna's style she dresses kinda like Lola from Hannah Montanna but without the vibrant wigs. Kind cartoony if you know what I mean. I mean, everybody knows and watched Hannah Montana at one point. Anyways. Continue to review! SO I can you know, continue to continue continuing this story. XD. Okay haha I'm done.

See yah!