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ANNABETH POV

I was stunned. How could he?

"Sorry Annabeth," Rick said.

"What?! No!" I screamed. I couldnt take it. How could some random guy come along and say that he owned me and my boyfriend. That is just cruel. The guy, Rick Riordan just came along and said "Sorry Annabeth. You don't own anything. I own you and all of your friends."

Then, this other weird guy comes along and introduces himself as Coasternerd, and says "Sorry Annabeth, that's right. Rick Riordan owns you, Percy, the rest of your friends, and all of your adventures, except the one you are in right now about your high school love affairs. I hear Percy hates you. Anyway, don't get your hopes up. I own that adventure."

I growled. I would get him back.

Anyway, let the real story begin:

ANNABETH POV

"Annabeth!" A voice screamed.

Just as my life was about to end, my mom had to interrupt. My misery should have ended by now, but she just had to delay it.

I sighed, and began to slowly creep the dagger into my body. I braced myself, ready for the pain, the good pain, the sweet pain. This pain that would bring a smile to my face, letting my memories of the harsh grip of life go, plunging me into Eyslium.

Just as my life was about to end, a body lunged between me and the knife.

It was Mom.

Not my stepmom, Helen, but my real mom, Athena.

"Annabeth!" She yelled. "What do you think you are doing?!"

"I was told Per-percy hated me. I-I can't take life w-without him." I stuttered.

"Who told you this?" She demanded.

"A deep, ancient, powerful voice."

"Are you that stupid? That could have been a titan trying to kill you! You bring shame to me."

With that, Athena teleported away in a bright flash of golden light.

I thought about what she said. That could have been a titan. I would just have to wait and ask Percy.

After making breakfast, I got into my car and drove to the San Francisco International Airport.

It had beautiful architecture.

I showed my ticket to the man at the Southwest Airlines desk, and gave him my luggage. I then followed several signs to Gate 23 of Terminal B.

An announcement was heard over the loudspeaker. "Southwest Airlines Flight 129 to JFK International Airport in New York, New York is now boarding."

The plane ride was decent. I sat on seat 42 on a moderate sized plane. There was a small amount of turbulence, but nothing major. My only complaint about the Southwest flight was that I had to sit next to the bathroom. It was very hard to fall asleep on our 6 our flight, with passengers constantly slamming the doors of the lavatory. The thin walls made it so the toilet flushing noise would carry through, making their way into my ears.

After the long flight, we arrived at 3:40 Eastern Time. I grabbed my carry-ons and waited in the long, slow line to the doors of our plane. I zoned out as I walked to the terminal 4 baggage claim, and took the tram to the road.

I sat in my cab, on my way to a Comfort Inn. I planned on surprising Percy at school tomorrow. For now though, I would just have to wait.

THE NEXT DAY

I was anxious to say the least. I just had to know. Does Percy love me? I couldn't wait.

Tapping my fingers on the coffee table, I thought about him. He has to like me. That deep, powerful voice was a titan or someone else trying to manipulate me.

Wait.

If a titan was manipulating me...

Crap.

A titan could be waking up. I tried desperately, thinking, pondering about who this could be.

I tried to think optimistically. Maybe it isn't a titan. Maybe...

Realization struck me. If that isn't a titan and the dream was real...

Well isn't this great. My boyfriend is either fallen in love with a mortal or a titan is rising.

Yay.

Stop Annabeth. Just wait. You'll find out in an hour.

I sighed. I would just have to wait.

With that, I got up and plopped a bagel into the toaster oven.

When it finished, I sat back down and gobbled up the cinnamon raisin bagel that I got for $1.99 at Hannaford.

Soon, it was time to leave. I packed my bags, and walked to the nearest subway station. I waited and waited, until the train reached the station two blocks away from Goode.

I nervously walked to the entrance. I grabbed my schedule at the main office. It read:

Annabeth Chase

Homeroom: Mrs. Abnire

Math: Mr. Irving

Architecture & Design: Mr. Zalta

Study Hall: Mrs. Abnire

Lunch

Foreign Language (Greek): Mrs. Maj

English: Mr. Blofis

History: Mrs. Fran

Physical Education: Mr. Alt

The secretary then asked if I needed anyone to show me around. I said no, thinking Percy would.

If he even likes you.

Oh well.

I headed to homeroom.

"Annabeth?"

I spun around to see Thalia staring at me in confusion.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I could ask you the same question." I told her.

"Well," she explained, "Aphrodite IMed me and said that I should come here for a, I quote, 'pleasant surprise'"

"Same here. But I had this dream where Percy was making out with a mortal... Then this voice told me it was true." I said in sadness, making sure to leave out the part where I almost killed myself.

Thalia opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off.

"Students, please take a seat," Mrs. Abnire said.

I sat down in a seat in the middle row, third from the right, next to Thalia.

'Welcome to Goode," Mrs. Abnire announced. "I am Mrs. Abnire. My job is pretty boring. I essentially just sit around in Study Hall making sure you do what you should. And I have you as a homeroom. There's my job for you! Anyway, in homeroom, if you didn't know, I will give you any handouts that school requires me to give out, and then essentially do nothing for thee rest of class, or, for that matter, the day. You can just feel free to talk if I'm not doing attendance or anything else moderately important. So go back to whatever conversations you were doing before I started this dumb monologue that the school forces me to give. Thank you and have a Goode year.

My first impressions of Mrs. Abnire was that she was probably one of those awesome teachers who don't care about what you do. Thalia had the same idea.

"What were we saying?" Thalia asked.

"You know what, I'd rather not talk about it. It's just... well... you know... kind of an awkward subject."

Thalia didn't seem eager to let the subject drop, but she did anyway.

Before I knew it, Mrs. Abnire called "Class Dismissed."

We all stormed out of the classroom.

I checked my schedule. I had math with Mr. Irving. I wasn't to excited, I already knew the stuff we were going to be taught.

On my way to class, I spotted a certain Son of Poseidon.

"Percy," I whispered.

He jumped.

"Annabeth!" he called excitedly. "Why are you here?"

"Aphrodite wanted me to come," I said. "But I have one thing to ask you."

"What is it?" he asked nervously, most likely because of my tone.

"I-I had this dream where you were making out with a mortal. Then when I asked some gods if that was true, someone, who I don't know, said that you did love her more than me. He said that you don't care about me. I-I was so scared I almost killed myself."

His eyes widened. "Annabeth, I would never! You know I love you!"

I felt a huge flush of relief. He did love me. That dream was fake.

Or did he lie?

I really hated that voice. I don't think it was a lie, but I couldn't be sure.

For now, I would just hope that the voice is wrong.

"So Wise Girl, what do you have next?" Percy asked.

"Math." I said.

"With who?"

"Mr. Irving."

"Good cause I do too!"

"Quit being cheesy."

"But I like cheese!"

I rolled my eyes. "Seaweed Brain."

"Wise Girl!" He shot back.

"Kelp Head."

"Brainiac."

"Idiot."

"Fat Brains."

"Dork."

"Nerd."

"Fish spawn."

"Brain child."

"Come on," I said. "We need to get to class."

We walked in Mr. Irving's room, where we heard loud voices.

"Hey, punk. Give me the wallet now."

"Wh-What? I don't have it!"

I heard a bang as someone hit the floor, clutching her stomach.

"You want to give it now, twerp?"

"I-I still d-"

Another bang as she clutches her shoulder.

I had to break the fight.

"STOP!" I yelled.

The person giving the beating looked up.

"Annie?" she asked.

"Don't call me that," I growled.

"Oh, come on. Can't I call my friends things like that?"

"We aren't friends." I stated.

"Come on, Annabell, we are. You must really be stupid not to think that."

That was it. I had to get her. I ran forward, ready to throw the first punch, but I heard a familiar voice.

"STOP!" Piper charmspoke. "You are both friends. You like each other. You will not fight."

I looked at the bully.

Her identity dawned on me. This was Clarisse.

"Clarisse?" I asked, awestruck. "What are you doing here? Same with you, Piper. Why are you here?"

Clarisse was the first to respond. "First Anna, you look like a surprised puppy. It's very amusing, so go ahead, keep your dropped jaw and your wide eyes. Do you want a biscuit? Second, Her mom," pointing at Piper, "made me come to your little school."

Wait... first Thalia, then Clarisse and Piper... Who's next?

I remembered the poor girl being beat up.

"Percy!" I called. "Help me carry her to the nurse!"

Percy rushed over and then together, we brought her down the hall.

The nurse asked us a lot of questions.

"How bad was she hit?"

"How many punches were thrown?"

"Who fought her?"

"Who started the fight?

I answered them all, and she dismissed us.

By the time we reached Mr. Irving's room, the teacher was already informed of the incident. I also noticed that Clarisse was not there. I figured she was sent to the office for a good lecture... and detention.

"Hello Percy, Annabeth," Mr. Irving greeted. "You're here just in time for me to explain the curriculum for this semester. Have a seat.

We sat next to Piper in the back row.

I zoned for his lesson. I already knew it, so did I really need to learn it again?

Eventually, he said, "No homework tonight. Class dismissed."

We all rushed out.

I had a smile on my face, knowing what my next class was.

It was my elective, Architecture & Design with Mr. Zalta.

There it is! Chapter 3 coming soon, but only after I receive 5 more reviews...

- Coasternerd