Chp 3

I walked quickly out of the circle of high school students. I kept walking till their voices seemed far away. "Annabeth." I heard someone call. I turned and saw it was the Percy.

He was insanely hot. A gorgeous body, amazing looks, and also had reputation for being a rich boy. He was apparently Goode's swim captain when he was younger.

I carried on walking but he caught up to me. "No thank you for stopping those guys?" He asked. I knew it. Typical of such a person to try and look like a hero rich boy, just to get other girls attention.

"I didn't need help. I could handle them." I said. He huffed and said, "Didn't look like it from where I was standing." We carried on walking for a bit. "Are you okay?" He asked.

I was confused. So I stopped walking and turned to him. "Why are you actually being nice? You're supposed to be the rich city boy who has all the money he wants and whatever girl he wants. So why the hell are you asking how I am?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I'm fortunate, not rude. And I didn't like how they treated you. You're a young lady, not a toy." He said, sensibly. I was still confused. I groaned and we carried on walking.

"So are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, I'm fine." I said, looking at him. "Hey, can I get you another top or something? Yours is kinda ripped at the back." He asked. I looked at him, as he put his hands in his pockets.

"I have a cabin on the beach. You're welcome to come have a drink with me." He offered. I sighed and let him show me to his place. "Why should I trust someone I don't know?" I asked, smirking at him.

He chortled and opened the door for me. "I thought you told me an explanation about myself a couple minutes ago." He said. I shrugged and he turned on the lights. This place was amazing. He closed he door and came in. He walked through to where his double bed and closet was.

He found a shirt and gave it to me. "Oh wow. Lending a stranger your special Italian silk top?" I questioned, rolling my eyes. He chuckled and said, "When will you stop judging me?"

I shrugged and took my top off, replacing it with his. He had the decency to look away and go pour us a drink. He handed me a glass of red wine. He sat on his bed and moved over for me.

I sat on his bed. "So how do you know about me?" He asked. I chuckled. "Question is, how do you know about me?" He shrugged. "You hear stuff that goes on in Montauk, and I've seen you many times. Gone past the decor shop you work at, Annabeth Chase." He said, smirking.

"Stalker." I said, jokingly. We both laughed. "So how do I know you? Who doesn't miss one million dollars walking?" I asked, raising my brow at him. "For crying out loud, you were on the cover of Elle. Voted most good looking teen of a daddy with big money."

He chuckled and stretched his legs out, leaning on his elbow. "So what do you have against me?" He asked. I thought for a bit. "The way you can get money without earning it like normal people." I said, listing it on my fingers. He nodded. "Fair enough. Next?"

"The way you can get any lady you want, yet you're still single." He nodded. "How you can walk around town a bit, and everyone knows your name, and who you are." I said, finishing. He nodded.

"It's no exactly the lifestyle I like." He said. "That's why I spend university vacation at my grand dad's ranch, riding horses. Not much for the big parties." He said. I shrugged. "You still have a ranch?" I said. He rolled his eyes.

"Why are you seeing all the faults in me? I hear that there are faults in you and you haven't heard me say one nasty comment." He said, shaking his head. "Because you're surrounded by people who expect you to have good manners, be a gentleman. Although you're that already."

He smiled. "So then forget who I am. Tonight, I am someone else." He said, putting his glass down. I smirked and put my glass down behind me. I lay on my stomach, my face so close to his I could see all the color in his eyes crystal clear.

"Like who?" I asked, smirking. He smirked too. "Whoever. I could be a waiter. I could be a pilot. An Italian man." He said. "I could be the mistress to an Italian man," I said, as we both tried to think up a story of who we would be.

"Who is having an affair with her, as he still has a wife." He said. "And they can't get enough of each other." I said, sarcastically. We were literally nose to nose. It seemed like time stopped, like we were smirking, staring, edging towards this fake identity.