"Hey, my name's Jake, and I just wanted to say, I couldn't help noticing how beautiful you are. I was like seriously staring at you the whole time."

Oh gods. Is he seriously saying this right now?

I just stared at him.

"Um, okay?" I said, blankly.

"Well, come on babe, don't you want to have a little fun on the plane?" he asked, slipping his arm around my waist.

He picked the wrong girl to flirt with.

I narrowed my eyes, lifted my hand, and slapped him.

His eyes were wide, and there was a big red mark on his cheek. At first he frowned, and he lifted his hand to where I hit him, but then the corners of his mouth twitched up to smile.

He's smiling! Is he crazy? I thought.

I yanked my bag and started walking to the plane again and gave Jake one final glare. This had happened before, some random guy trying to flirt with me, but Percy was usually with me to threaten him until he almost started trembling. When Percy wasn't there, I slapped, kicked, yelled, or depending on how annoying they were, punched the unlucky person.

"Hey! I know what you're trying to do! You're playing hard to get!" Jake called after me.

I gritted my teeth and started speed-walking. Ignore him, ignore him. I commanded myself.

I finally reached the plane, and once again showed the flight attendant my boarding pass. She almost blinded me with a wide smile while she nodded her head to give approval for me to go on.

I walked down the crowded, cramped, aisle and searched around for my seat number. D8, if I do recall. I found it and did a mental fist pump when I found out it was a window seat and that no one was sitting in D9 yet.

"Would you like for me to help you with that, Miss? It seems pretty heavy," a man asked me.

I turned and saw that he was a flight attendant. "No, thank you, I can handle it," I replied. It's so annoying how people just automatically assume a girl can't carry a measly suitcase.

I reached up and placed my bag in the overhead compartment, but kept my small bag with me under the seat. I need some entertainment if I'm going to be on a plane for six hours.

I sighed and sat back down on my seat. Finally, a few minutes of relaxation. I lifted the window cover and peered outside. All I could see was the pavement and a few people in bright orange shirts, reminding me of Camp Half-Blood's shirts. This just reminded me of the Argo II, which reminded me of Percy. Instead of feeling sadness, I tried to think happy thoughts. Lying on the beach, staring at the stars, singing campfire songs, and whispering at night in his cabin.

My happy thoughts were interrupted by a voice. A familiar voice actually, one I heard just a few minutes ago.

"Hey, I guess we're going to be sitting by each other!"

I looked up to be met with a pair of brown eyes, hiding underneath shaggy brown hair. There he was, Jake, smiling at me like I hadn't just slapped him ten minutes ago. I could still see a faint red mark on his cheek, which made me feel slightly bad but happy at the same time.

I gave him a look of disgust and rolled my eyes. "What do you want? I thought I made it pretty obvious that I don't want to talk to you."

"Well, I guess todays not your lucky day, because I have to sit here. Seat D9," he replied while waving his boarding pass in front of my face.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I said while snatching the paper from his hands and bringing it up to face so I could make sure he wasn't lying. Yep, seat D9.

I groaned while he grinned and plopped down next to me. "I guess its destiny. We were meant to be together."

"No, it's called bad luck. Look it up," I replied.

I gave him one of Thalia's death glares and reached under my seat to grab my bag. I pulled it out and fished around to find my book. I opened my book, took out my bookmark, and started reading it. (It was in Greek.)

"Greek Architecture? Do you want to be an architect or something? Jake asked while examining the cover of my book, attempting to start a conversation.

I sighed and faced him. "Yes. Now, can you please not talk to me so I can read?"

He nodded and proceeded to stare at me, making me extremely uncomfortable. I was about to say something to make him stop, but was interrupted by a flight attendant over the speaker.

"Hello, this is Amber speaking, and I'll be one of your flight attendants today. I would like to start out by showing you a video of what to do in case of an emergency. You can also look at the small packet we have provided in the pouch in front of you. Oh, and please make sure your seatbelt is locked securely over your lap. We cannot take off until everyone has their seatbelt on. Thank you."

A video popped up on the big TV in the front of the plane while I felt the plane slowly start to move. The video was saying things about what to do in an emergency and turbulence. To be honest, I wasn't very interested. Now that I think about it, Zeus wouldn't hurt me. What kind of person zaps their own granddaughter of the sky? He wouldn't do that, right?

I blocked all horrible thoughts from my head and proceeded to read about the history of the Parthenon. Jake was still staring at me. Stupid creep. I watched as the lady that had checked my boarding pass checked to see if I had my seatbelt on. She gave me another toothy smile and moved on to the passengers behind us. There was something weird about her. Suddenly, I felt my ears pop. I peered out my window and saw that we were in the sky, clouds blocking my vision of the ground. There was no turning back now. I couldn't go back to camp and work on the Argo II.

"Something wrong? I'm great at cheering people up," Jake asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes and turned to face him. This guy was already getting on my nerves and we were only fifteen minutes into the flight.

"Really? Because when I saw your face I wasn't cheered up at all. The exact opposite, actually," I seethed.

He gave me a small smile and shook his head. "Feisty, aren't you? I like girls like that. It's pretty hot actually," he said while wagging his eyebrows.

I was now ready to grab my book and smack him in the head with it. Instead, I breathed deeply and held onto the armrest tightly to stop myself from beating the Hades out of him.

This is going to be one heck of a plane ride.

Ughh! I hate this chapter! But, I had to update something. I felt so bad for making you guys wait. By the way, everything about the plane and the airport is based on personal experience, since I've been on a plane about three million times. Anyway, REVIEW! Suggestions, complaints, or compliments? REVIEW OR SEND ME A PM :P Answer the question of the day please! Oh, and it would mean so much to me if someone read my other stories. They're all pretty horrible, but it would be really nice if you looked at them!

QUESTION OF THE DAY: Do you think Annabeth is overreacting about Jake? I think she is in character because Jake is pretty annoying, but I want to know your opinion!