Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Percy Jackson, only the OC's and plot.
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Miss Not-So-Popular
Chapter 13
Annabeth Chase
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I don't know if it's the fact that I was dating Percy Jackson, but I had been feeling ten times more confident. Tara practically blew up when Piper won Homecoming Queen and not her, and when she spotted Percy with his lips pressed to mine. She threw a huge tantrum, as if not believing how he could be over her already, kicking screaming, and knocking over tables and eventually punching the DJ hard in the face. She was escorted out by Mrs. Wright and Brett, who looked like he didn't think dating her though, received a two day suspension, and four weeks of detention after school when she returned.
Dating Percy made me feel like I needed to come out of my shell more, so I told my mom that I needed to go shopping for some clothes to make me look sexy, not frumpy. Now, my mom has been trying to take me shopping since the first day of freshman year. She must've thought my nerdliness would rub off in after middle school, but it didn't until now.
Now, I'm not saying that was ugly before or that dressing cooler would make me popular, I just think that I should stop hiding and come out more.
My mom practically squealed with happiness at this new revelation, I told her that I also wanted to ditch my always irritating wire-rimmed glasses and get contacts, but she said she's had them stored in our medicine cabinet for months if I ever decided I wanted them.
"And when exactly did you order these?" I asked her, raising an eyebrow quizzically.
She shrugged and blushed a bit embarrassed. "When you picked out your frames last year. Do you want Reyna to come along?" she asked quickly changing the subject.
"No, I know she'd love to, but I kinda wanna surprise her, besides, I can't remember the last time we had time to spend out together." I blushed at the cheesy comment and shuffled my feet against the tile floor.
My mom gave me a small smile, and kissed my forehead. "Then lets go!" she grabbed her purse and coat, tossed me my sweater and lead the way to the elevator.
We must've stopped at half the stores in the mall. We stopped at Victoria's Secret for some new bras and panties (this was on the list anyways, I was running low. I hadn't planned on going to that store, but my mom loves it there so I decided to try it.) we also got a bottle of perfume there, then we walked into Bath and Bodywork's, getting sweet-smelling perfumes, body sprays, soaps and other products. Then we went to a store called Mandie's where we bought, some a couple pairs of skinny and boots cut jeans, some t-shirts, cute sweaters, blouses, under tank tops, and hoodies. After that we went to Claire's for jewelry, scarves, and other cute accessories, and later we went to Macy's for shoes and jackets.
We picked up four pair's of shoes, a new pair of Converse in coraly pink instead of my previous black pair, a pair of brown leather combat boots, some gold flat sandals, and a pair of cocoa brown Uggs that made me feel like a white girl, then we snagged a brown parka with a fur lined hood. We stopped at Starbuck's for lunch and coffee after this long day of shopping.
I got a white chocolate mocha Frappuccino with a turkey, swiss, and tomato croissant sandwich while my mom got a cup of French roast with a ham and cheddar Panini.
"So, Target next for makeup and hair stuff?" my mom asked through a mouthful of sandwich. I nodded, I realized I was changing fast, but I liked it, I felt tingly and happy inside at the thought of going to school feeling confident and, well…pretty.
"This is really fun mom, I'm glad we're doing this." I smiled at her and she grabbed and gently squeezed my hand from under the table.
"I'm having fun too little owl," she used the name she used to call me when I was really little. "But always remember, you are beautiful inside and out, even with out all the clothes and makeup. Plus, you'll probably look better with natural and light stuff unless you want a more dramatic look, and I'll teach you tips to look like you aren't wearing any makeup at all." She let go of my hand and we ate the rest of our food in comfortable silence.
When we had finished we toted all of our bags into Target and headed to the makeup aisle. We bought two foundations, a liquid and powder, some actual powder, concealer, bronzer, four eyeliners, two liquid black, a brown, and a cocoa eye pencil, some mascara, all three Naked eye shadow palettes, some lip glosses, lipsticks, and several brushes that took a long explanation for each one and what it did.
Then we hit the hair aisle. We bought hair creams, sprays, dry shampoos, leave in conditioners, hair ties, a straightener, and some headbands. My mom had a lot of this stuff herself, but since she used a lot of it everyday, she said it was more sensible to just get me my own. The last thing we bought at Target was a new shampoo and conditioner for me. This was a big change for me, since I've been using the same lemon scented stuff since I was seven.
But this stuff smelled like lavender and jasmine, and had taming power and frizz control, because my hair would freak out and go nuts with frizzed curls if I didn't wash it at least everyday.
We paid for everything, then made a quick stop to Yankee Candle store for some fall-y scented candles and we drove back to the apartment.
The next morning, it was Monday, the first day I could show off my new stuff. I woke bright and early and excited. I raced to bathroom, using the new shampoo and conditioner I had bought yesterday on my hair and emerged dripping and yummy scented.
Wrapping a towel around my hair I pulled on my new skinny jeans, which were darkly covered, pre-ripped, and showed off my curves. Then I put on a plain grey v-neck t-shirt, a purple hoodie, and laced up my new combat boots, with some woolen socks pulled just above them. I then unraveled my curls from the towel an blew dry them, when I finished they hung bouncy, and sweet smelling to the small of my back.
I wiped the condensation off the huge mirror and put in my new contacts. (This had taken me seventeen different music videos, and two hours of practicing to learn how to put them in. I didn't stop until I could put them in and take them out without trouble, that had resulted in losing about four but it was well worth it.) Then I started on makeup. After doing a thing base makeup I put on some light champagne colored shadow with a cocoa brown in the crease and an uber thin line of black liquid eyeliner. I then applied some black mascara, some clear lip gloss and pulled my hair back in a doubled wired headband.
"Well who's this gorgeous girl coming out of the bathroom? Oh right it! It's my daughter Annabeth! Someone's here to drive to school with you!" said my mom, glowing with pride, Percy stood next to her looking adorable as always.
He had gotten a haircut, his black hair wasn't shaggy and in the way anymore, but the side's were cut into a short buzzcut and the top with left shaggy, a thick strand hanging in his face, he looked super cute in a blue tee, some jeans and his converse, leather jacket sling over his shoulders.
Let's just say when he saw me, his jaw dropped all the way to the floor, down to the lobby. Okay, exaggeration, but you get the idea.
AN: Hello all! Did you miss me? Yes? No? Maybe so? So sorry for the lack of the promised update last night! I mean, it's not like I was extremely tired after two days of running around girl scout camp, and that I was so energized that I was going to update all day until Percabeth was in their forties or something, it's just not how that shit works.
Y'all are going have to deal with it! But hey, the cliffhangers… they make you wanna keep reading don't they? So appreciate it! Also, some Annabeth/Athena fluff in this chappie, hope you enjoy that. I know the last two chapters have been in Annabeths POV, the next one will be in Percy's POV. I'll have to see you then though! Oh and sorry it skips around a lot, just the shopping could've had so much detail that I was just too lazy to put in, so yeah.
So you all in chapter 14! Adios muchachos!
