Warning: This chapter contains mentions of school.

Oh man anti-leyna mentioned this fic in a fic rec i am so gone bye world

Anyhow i love Drew wayyy too much Drew ftw

I can't wait for actual reynabeth interaction and i'm trying to force myself to write that but ? it will come soon though don't worry

also thalia/drew ftw

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This wasn't the first time Annabeth noticed the computers in the computer lab were covered with a thick layer of dust. She had noticed that the week before. And the week before that. God, informatics class was so boring.

Every week they were forced to sit in a classroom for two hours doing shit all. Well, truth be told, they were handed assignments, but they were silly things like "type the following text into word, change the type of letter to times new roman and put it all in red.". It got even worse once Drew found a website that had all the assignments available for download (it turned out the school hadn't changed them in a while).

It was a good thing their teacher didn't care much about the class either; she let them do whatever they wanted as long as they didn't make too much noise. Most students chose talking or gossiping about people's facebook pictures, but Drew took it a step further, as she was currently painting her nails a pretty shade of blue.

"It's not pretty to stare, Annie." She stated, not even bothering to raise her head. Annabeth swore she had a sixth sense or something

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"Sorry." She apologized. "Everything's just so dull around here. The most interesting thing I can do is watch try to pick her teeth discreetly."

Drew scrunched up her face. "Gross." She dipped her brush in her nail polish bottle and painted another glossy nail. "If you're that bored you could let me give you a mani, you know."

She shook her head. "I'd just mess them up before they got a chance to dry." She took a glance at her short and unpainted nails. She worked with her fingers so much that last time she had worn nail polish it had chipped within a few hours. Then again, maybe she shouldn't have been making her bed on the same day she painted her nails.

The other girl sighed. "If you say so. This colour would look great on you."

"Looks better on you. I'd probably go for something a little darker."

Drew tilted her head towards the small makeup pouch sitting on the desk. "There's some black stuff there. It's Thalia's, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind."

Of course she would be carrying her girlfriend's stuff. The two of them were like one person in separate bodies, she was sure.

After declining Drew's offer, Annabeth was left, yet again, with nothing to do, and ended up doing what she did every damned class: deleting old emails.

After logging on, she noticed a couple of new emails. Some facebook friend's birthday, a chain email from a young cousin, the usual. But taking a second look, she noticed something from a person she'd never heard about before.

"Drew," She called. "do you know 'reynaa-ramireza'?"

"That sounds like a clothing line."

"And yet it's an email address."

"Really?" Annabeth felt her friend lean over and put her head on her shoulder. "Hm. Never heard of her."

The blonde reluctantly clicked the link, weirdly named "Introduction", hoping it wasn't some sort of virus.

"'My name is Reyna.'" Drew read. "'I am sixteen turning seventeen in October." The hell is this?"

Annabeth slapped her forehead with her hand. "The penpal project! I completely forgot! I wanted to send an introductory email but the school website was down. I couldn't get their email."

"This sounds like something you'd read on a foreign language test." The girl commented. "Je m'appelle Reyna, je suis seize-"

She silenced Drew by elbowing her lightly. "Don't be mean. I actually had no idea what to write on my introductory email."

"I wasn't being mean." Annabeth could almost hear the pout in her voice.

She rolled her eyes. "Have you emailed your penpal yet?"

"Hm, no. I kinda accidentally on purpose forgot about it. We can't all be perfect." Her friend finally lifted herself and sat up straight on her chair, checking her nails for any mistakes.

Drew was one to talk about not being perfect.

After reading the whole email, Annabeth wasn't sure what to think. She had planned on asking some questions to break the ice, but this Reyna girl had answered everything she could've thought of before her even thinking about it. "My favourite colour is purple", "I enjoy reading", "I hope we can forge a friendship of sorts.". What in the hell was that supposed to mean?

Yet, slowly, very slowly, Annabeth managed to come up with an adequate reply. She had even gotten Drew's approval, which was a hard thing to do. Still, before allowing her to send the email, her friend wrote "Add me on facebook: Annabeth Chase. We can talk more often that way.".

"Are you sure that's a good idea? It sounds too...straightforward." She commented.

"It sounds like straightforward is exactly what this girl is into." Drew replied.

A fair point, she considered, before hitting the send button.