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Chapter 5: Hell Is For Children

"If I could find a way to see this straight I'd run away
To some fortune that I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Come down"

How easy and quiet is it to think at the back of a car, lying half-naked across the seats, while there's someone passed out next to you, a.k.a. fallen across the car's foot rugs?

You'd be surprised.

Fiddling with my fingers and gazing at Luke's bare back from time to time, the only thing my mind could do was swirl around Percy. Things had gotten a little weird between us since the whole Silena situation and he was barely talking to me. But now, two weeks later, it was even worse. He couldn't stand being in the same room with me anymore. Whenever he saw me, he would turn away the next couple of seconds, pretending he had a 'thing' that needed to be attended.

I sighed and threw my head back, closing my eyes. He was my thing that needed to be attended. I couldn't deal with him hating me right now. I had way too many people hating me, and Percy would not become one of them.

I opened my eyes and stretched my arms. I found my underwear and put them on, replacing Luke's huge jacket that covered my body. I managed to find my clothes in this incredible mess we had created and put them on as nice as I possibly could. Unlike thinking, dressing in the back of a car is anything but easy.

I kissed Luke's neck and got out of the car. I checked the time at my cell phone. 10:30. I could still be on time for the fourth period. I quickly entered the first cafeteria I found and checked my hair on the bathroom's mirror. I couldn't go to school looking like I had just spent a good couple of hours doing a lot more than lying at the back of a car. I walked across the street and realized I was four blocks away from Goode. I sighed and began walking.

I hadn't even arrived at the first intersection, when I heard a car's horn going off repeatedly. I turned my head around and saw a blue Chevrolet pulling up beside me. I stopped walking and saw the window open. I, like the foolish and vain person that I am, raised my eyebrow and looked inside the car to meet the mystery driver. She was a brown eyed woman around her forties with brown curly hair, who smiled at me widely. "Annabeth! It's so good to see you again! It has been a while." she exclaimed joyfully. Under different circumstances, I would have screamed and ran for my life, but instead, I smiled back and glanced at the back of the car. And then, everything made sense.

"Mrs. Jackson!" I responded, a little later than usual, filling my voice with excitement while shooting a glare at Percy. "It's good seeing you again as well."

She scowled happily, if that's even possible, and false-scolded me. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me Sally?" I chuckled and eyed her son briefly. He was looking outside his window and seemed so tensed that it was actually funny to watch. Sally motioned for me to enter the back seat of the car and I frowned momentarily. "Come on, get in." she added, "We'll give you a ride to school."

I don't know what came over me, but when I was about to open my mouth and decline politely that offer, a cocky smirk appeared on my lips and, while shooting another stray glare at Percy, letting him know that he wouldn't get away from me so easily this time…"I'd be glad to, Sally." ….that happened.

She smiled widely once again and I entered the back seat of the car, sitting right next to Percy. He shot me a what the fuck are you doing look, while I responded with an oh you started this, now deal with it look. "So, Annabeth," Sally interrupted our eye-conversation, "how have you been? Percy, here, won't have any conversations when it comes to Goode, but especially when it comes to you."

I widened my eyes surprised and turned at him. "Mom!" Percy protested.

"Oh, is that so, Seaweed Brain?" I asked and he, solely for a moment before he glares at me, frowned confused as his eyes sparkled. Not in anger, but in hope.

Sally, unlike him, gave me an actual answer. "Indeed. The last thing I heard from him about you was a month ago, when the two of you went out for a coffee." He groaned and I glanced at him again, managing to catch a glimpse of the sad look he often wore around me. "I mean, even now, when we were arguing whether we should pick you up or not," she continued, "he insisted that it wasn't you walking on the pavement and we should just keep going."

"Mom, seriously?!" he asked exasperated. I raised my eyebrow at him, but he refused to look at me now.

"Okay, fine. I won't say anything else." Sally said defeated and glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "I'm just asking if there is something I should know about. Did the two of you have a fight or anything?"

I cleared my throat and managed a smile. "I don't think we can have this conversation with him pouting like a five-year-old every time his name is mentioned, and that would be a lot." I commented.

"Oh, I am not pouting-" he began protesting, when he observed the look on both mine and his mother's face. He threw his arms up defeated and leaned back against the seat. "Great. There're two of them now."

I smirked and looked outside at the mid-morning's New York streets, letting a silence spread over the car for a couple of minutes, which ended abruptly when it stopped in front of Goode's gate. I opened the door and stepped outside, before leaning in the passenger's window to thank Mrs. Jackson. "Thank you so much, Sally. If it weren't for you, I would have never arrived on time for my next class."

She smiled over at me genuinely and said, "Don't even mention it. You are like family to us." She turned towards Percy. "Take care of each other, alright?" He scowled and she grabbed his chin, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "And stop pouting. You'll gain nothing by doing so."

"Uh, fine, whatever." he grumbled, as a blush slightly appeared on his cheeks. Perhaps because of the motherly kiss on the cheek in front of a girl.

Seconds later, his mother took off and got lost at the next turn of the road. Once she was out of sight, he made an effort to get away from me for one more time. Oh, no. That would not happen. I grabbed his bag and pulled him back towards me. He groaned and shot me a stray glare, throwing his arms up in the air. "What now? Didn't you have enough fun in the Embarrass-Percy-As-Much-As-You-Can ride?" he snapped and I blinked several times before I answer.

"I would have declined that very much thoughtful offer of your mother, who by the way was awfully nice towards me, unlike her son, who has been a total douche to me for the past couple of weeks." I retorted.

"Well, that didn't stop you from lying straight into her face, did it?" he told me sharply and I threw my head back, closing my eyes.

"Well, what did you want me to say? That because of a stupid accident I have lost most of past's memories, including hers and her son's, who was supposedly to be my best-friend when we were like what, nine?" I answered. "Did you want me to tell her that, Percy? To be so cruel towards someone?"

He chuckled ironically. "That's funny, considering how you treated Silena two weeks ago." he snubbed and caught me off guard. "I didn't see you hold back when you humiliated her in front of the entire school like she meant nothing to you."

I was stunned. He was enraged with me because of her. Are you fucking kidding me? I took one step forward towards him, getting dangerously close. "Oh no, you don't get to do that. You don't get to use Silena against me." I said through gritted teeth. "She is off limits, even for you. And you most certainly can't compare this situation to that like they're the same thing, because they are not."

"It seems to me you that you're just trying to avoid dealing with the situation, because you know that if you do, eventually, you'll realize that you're the one who screwed it up." he told me and bore his eyes into mine. I held my breath, as I had never been that close to him before for such an extended period of time. When I finally breathed, ever so slightly, I felt myself lean forward and him focusing briefly on my lips. He swallowed hard and when I thought he'd lean too, he pulled back and passed me by, beginning to walk away.

This time, I didn't stop him. I didn't even turn around. I just stood there, in front of the school's gate, staring at the street. I closed my eyes briefly, took a deep breath and pulled myself together. I reopened my eyes and turned around, walking inside the school. When I walked in, I heard an ironic tsk, tsk, tsk coming from my right. "Always too afraid to taste victory, Chase." Irene taunted and I stopped walking. Surprisingly, she was all alone smoking a cigar, without any of her gang's members. "That's why I'll win, you know. You're going to back out the last second and hand me the trophy yourself." I looked away from her, trying not to let her get to me and began walking again. "See you at the Halloween Monster Prom in a month!" she shouted behind me and chuckled by herself.

Silena

Being humiliated in front of the whole school had its advantages. No one dared to hang out with you, much less talk to you, and for one thing, you could finally find some peace and quiet from all the gossips and all the drama existing within the Goode's gates.

After years of being the famous chick and bothering with everyone else's problems, I believed that those past weeks of loneliness might had given me a chance to become normal again. A chance to breathe again without worrying who might be watching or what would happen if I did.

The only thing I regretted was the way I got my second chance.

I exhaled a deep breath and unlocked my locker, grabbing a book I had lent from the school's library ages ago. I had never got around it and today was supposed to be the expiration of my returning's deadline. I began walking down the hallway while flipping through the pages speedily, but it was basically impossible to focus on anything else rather than Annabeth. I had hurt her. In the worst way a best friend can. I betrayed her trust by lying to her about my so-called crush, about liking and sleeping with Nate, about everything that had occurred these past months.

I should have told her the first time he and I were left alone. It was the last week of August and we had gone at Manhattan's best night club, Mr. D's. Twenty people in total, celebrating Drew's mid-birthday. Hours later we were all wasted and I was just seeking for a few moments of isolation, when he sat at the barstool next to me, giving me that drunken, nirvana smile. He ordered me another drink and we began talking. And well, after that, I remember forgetting everything. Annabeth, the party, loyalty, dignity. I found myself in Mr. D's bathroom unbuckling his belt while he had me backed up against the wall.

Gosh, it was good. At least, at some point it felt good. Even if it was wrong. As the days went by, it happened again. And then again. And the more it happened, the guiltier I felt. Guilty because of what I was doing, because I was unable to stop it, because of the feelings I had begun to evolve for him. I didn't want them. I didn't want him. But at the same time, I did.

I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to hear it from me. Not finding us like that in the bathroom. Not like that. But you can't change the past, can you?

I sighed and entered the library, walking towards the teacher's desk. This week, Mrs. Dodds had been assigned to the library, since a standard librarian hadn't been hired yet. I stood in front of her desk and waited for her to lift her look from her Maths book. Several minutes later, she cleared her throat and looked up at me, a devious smile appearing on her face. "Well-well," she taunted, "I lived to see Beauregard inside a library, not to mention returning a book on time." I scowled at my former Maths teacher and swallowed hard, handing her the book. "I wonder though, why would you ever borrow a book from the library?" she continued. "You never opened them anyways."

I narrowed my eyes and placed both of my hands on her desk. "I'm a busy girl, Mrs. Dodds."

She let out a chuckle and got up from her chair. "I bet you are, Silena." she told me and body checked me. "I bet you are."

She walked away towards the shelves and I clenched my fists tightly. That bitch. Like failing me in Maths last year wasn't enough already. I gritted my teeth one last time and exhaled, closing my eyes briefly.

I turned around, only to crash a girl that carried up to ten books, all of which suddenly found themselves to the library's carpet, while one of them double jumped and ended up falling on my toes. Ouch. I struggled not to scream in pain and looked up, not recognizing the girl, while I rushed to apologize. "I am so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked and she managed a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not the one who got five hundred pages of paperback falling on her toes." she joked and I let out something between a laugh and a sound of absolute despair and pain. She ducked and began picking up her books, while glancing up to me. "Sorry about that. Are you alright?"

I shrugged and smiled back. "Relatively." I looked down at her and ducked as well. "Here, let me help you."

"Thanks, I guess." she said and I chuckled.

As I picked up the book that had fallen on my toes, I caught a glimpse of its title. "Fifty Most Influential Young Fashion Designers That Died Or Disappeared." I read out loud and let out a sad chuckle. "My mother might be in it."

Her smile shortened. "I'm sorry." she said and placed one strand of loose hair aside. "What are the chances though?" she continued as her smile returned. "Mine might be as well."

I smiled sympathetically back at her. "Dead or missing?"

"Missing." She waited a couple of seconds and then pointed at me. "Yours?"

I nodded. "Missing. Although it's been sixteen years, so she might be both."

"Won't you look at that?" she said smirking. "I've known you for approximately one minute and you might as well be my lost half-sister."

I laughed and extended my hand at her. "I'm Silena."

She took my hand and shook it. "I'm Piper."

I smiled and noticed how beautiful Piper was. Kaleidoscopic eyes that captivated you immediately, choppy brown hairstyle that strangely suited her perfectly, tendency to avoid mentioning her last name. You could say that I recognized a part of me in her. I slightly shook my head and smiled wider. "Well, it was great meeting you, Piper. I will see you around."

She nodded. "You too, Silena." she replied and walked towards a table next to the gigantic window.

I looked at her for several moments and I walked out of the library. I couldn't stop thinking about how awfully familiar she seemed to me. Like I had seen her before, like I already knew her. But soon enough I kicked that irrational thought out of my mind. She was just a nice girl that I met today and nothing more.

Maybe the first person who had even bothered to talk to me in weeks.

Annabeth

After my arrival's events, I couldn't apparently focus on anything rather than him. Percy's words just kept echoing in my head. That I was the one who had screwed it up. How had I screwed it up? Silena was the one who slept with my boyfriend. She was the one who betrayed and screwed up our friendship.

I tightened my grip on my cellphone and gritted my teeth. I didn't even know which made me angrier; the fact that he had accused me for something that wasn't even my fault or that he had taken her side and not mine? Or was it that he was angry at me because of her?

I closed my eyes and exhaled a deep breath. I couldn't understand him. He was still a mystery to me and that enraged me greatly. Why hadn't he opened up to me by now? Didn't he trust me because of our old friendship that I didn't even remember? I shook my head. I couldn't expect him to trust me unconditionally because of something that I didn't even believe in. It would be stupid and irrational of him to do so.

I glanced around the cafeteria while thinking what I would do now. The plan of him coming to me would never work before Christmas. My eye caught Drew and Jason across the room, with her probably hitting on him without any limitations or hesitations. I widened my eyes as the idea stroke me. He didn't have to come to me. I had to come to him.

I took a sip from my coffee and unlocked my phone, calling his cell. Straight to voicemail. I sighed and waited for the beep. "Hey, Perce. It's me, Annabeth. Look, I… I thought about what you told me this morning. And I want to talk about it with you. Can you meet me tonight after nine at Villain? The intersection of fifth and twenty-sixth? Just… I'll be waiting no matter what you decide. But if you don't want to, I-I completely understand."

I hanged up and smiled sadly at myself. Sounding awkward over the phone was the easiest thing inside this whole, messy situation. I was about to get up and walk out of the cafeteria, when Silena entered it. Her look dropped immediately on me and she clenched her jaw. I shook my head and gripped my bag, walking towards her.

She remained still and glanced briefly at my coffee. She didn't even flinch. She just waited. I placed my coffee on the nearest table, as silence began spreading slowly all over the cafeteria. "Well?" I asked her. "Don't you have anything to say?"

She shook her head and glanced at the window. "Just spill me the coffee already."

I stepped forward and body checked her. "You don't even deserve it." I leaned in her ear and whispered, "It would be too much for a common slut like you." She stared at me dead in the eye and shook her head again, right before she passes me by. I exhaled and grasped her hand. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you."

She snatched her hand back and shot me a glare. "You are most certainly not talking to me. And between you and me, one of us is indeed nothing more than a common slut. But that one ain't me."

I chuckled and crossed my arms in front of my chest. "Oh, really? Weren't you the one who fucked my boyfriend at Mr. D's toilets? Or the one who was ready to jump him at Jason's party?"

She moved forward and her glare opened holes at my skull. "I've made mistakes. But the one thing more pathetic than what I did is what you are doing right now."

And with that, she stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving me staring at the wall. Oh no. She wouldn't get to do that. I stepped backwards, exiting the cafeteria, and called her name following behind her. She didn't stop. I gritted my teeth and ran behind her. "For fuck's sake, stop right now or I swear, you're going to regret that."

She stopped and turned around, her eyes watered but her expression more pissed off than I had ever seen her. "What are you going to do, huh?" she shouted at me. "Give me another free coffee shower? I thought that was too good for me." I shot her a glare, but she didn't even bother to stop. "Or maybe tell everyone about my personal life? Oh, wait! You have already done that!"

I chuckled and threw my hands up. "I thought you wanted to give me an explanation, not insult me."

She laughed, as she let a few tears roll down her face. "Oh, I insulted you? Listen to yourself Annabeth." she asked, sarcasm filling her voice. "This is wasn't even the one third of the insulting you have given me!" I shook my head, pursing my lips, and looked away. "I am done playing nice. So fucking done. You want trash talk? That is exactly what you'll get." I realized that she would do this no matter what I said. Because she needed it. So I let her continue. "Even though you're calling me a slut, you are no better. You are nothing more than a god shaped whore that's fucking with people's minds. Mine, Percy's, everyone's. And don't you dare think that I don't know how you are fooling him as well."

Oh no. That was even more than I could swallow. I moved forward and glared at her. "Don't you even dare drag Percy into this. This is between you and me. He has nothing to do with any of this."

"Really? Hasn't he?" she asked ironically. "Then why don't you tell him that you have absolutely no interest in him?" I exhaled and shook my head, letting out a surprised sound. "Oh, don't play stupid blonde with me right now, Anna." she warned me. "I taught you everything you know about seduction, boys, tricks, relationships. Everything, remember? You can't fool me." I pursed my lips and bore my eyes into hers. "Why don't you tell him that he means absolutely nothing to you? Why don't you try telling him the truth for once?"

I grabbed her chin and brought her head closer. "You have no fucking idea what you are talking about." I retorted low-voiced.

She released her head from my grasp and sighed. "I created this hollow, cold… thing you are today." Guilt and remorse washed over her face as she continued. "I made you. Trust me, I know you better than anyone you will ever allow to. And I couldn't be any sorrier than I am right now." she admitted. I felt like she had grabbed a dagger and stabbed it in my heart again and again. But that was even before she continues. "You don't give a shit about other people's feelings, Anna. We are all just pones to you. Pones you would sacrifice without any hesitation in order to save your ass." She chuckled sadly and shook her head. "You're superficial, selfish, arrogant and empty. You never get attached." She took a step forward and a deep breath. "You are solely a shallow bitch that I cannot recognize anymore." I slapped her, heart pounding in my chest and eyes on the verge of crying. It hurt too much. She gritted her teeth and bore her eyes into mine. "The truth is ugly, Annabeth. It hurts, doesn't it?"

I dropped my look on the ground and stepped backwards, towards the nearest wall I could find. I leaned against it as bits of truth began to sink in and breathing suddenly became a whole lot harder. I began sliding slowly down to the ground and closed my eyes, letting everything out. Everything. I wasn't even sure of what I was doing. Sobbing, cursing, screaming? All of them?

It was at that time when I felt someone slide down next to me and pull me into a hug. I recognized their identity from their usual, heavenly perfume they would always wear on Thursdays. "Shh." she said and tightened her arms around me. I pulled away and saw Silena's face in tears as well. "It's okay." she said and placed a strand of hair behind my ear. "It's okay to be a heartless, indifferent slut. Because I love this particular slut." I shook my head and turned away, but she forced me to look at her. "I do. I know how good and thoughtful she can be when she wants to. When this dramatic chess game of Goode ends." I bit the inside of my cheek and looked into her eyes. The very same person who had caused me to break down was now comforting me. She looked away sadly. "I just hope I haven't hurt her so much that she won't forgive me."

I looked at the wall across us. "Silena, I…" I began, but paused. I didn't know what to say. If there was something to say. I looked back at her, shaking my head, and found her eyes. "I am so sorry."

She smiled at me and stroked my cheek. "I am sorry too." she whispered and wiped a few tears away. "I'm sorry I slept with Nate and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about it."

I chuckled sadly and smiled. "Don't. He doesn't worth it."

She smiled wider, but soon enough her smile faded. "I'm sorry I betrayed your trust. I'm sorry I hurt you."

I hugged her tightly and closed my eyes. "It's okay. Don't even think about it."

We stayed like this until the bell rang. We chuckled and helped each other to get up. I wiped her tears away and sniffed. She wiped mine away as well and tried to fix my mascara with her thumb. "There. Now we both look like two drunken whores."

I laughed and raised my eyebrow. "Oh, I'd love to see Mrs. Dodds' expression when we enter her class looking like this."

She pursed her lips and threw an arm around my shoulders. "That bitch deserves a heart attack." she commented, as we began walking towards our Algebra class.

And gosh, I loved having her back. More than I would ever admit.

O.O.O

I took a small sip of my drink as I leaned against the bar counter. Sitting at Villain's most uncomfortable seats for more than ten minutes, the least I could use was a drink.

I checked the hour in my phone. 21:19. It had been almost twenty minutes after nine and he hadn't showed up. As I began giving up on any hope, I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I never thought that he could simply write me off like that. Or that I would mind so much if he did. Maybe he had realized that I planned to play him. But the irony is that, I actually wanted to talk about it with him. He had, in a weird, strange way, been right about everything he had told me. When I dealt with the truth, I realized I had screwed up as much as Silena had. I was not any better than her and I was not as right as I thought I was either.

What bothered me was how he could possibly know this before I even find out? How was he able to understand me better than my own self? He had no idea about the drama going on behind closed doors and yet, he understood everything. He was such a mystery. A mystery even I could not solve. And apart from annoying and irritating, it was also enchanting, captivating and charming.

I blinked several times and dissolved my thoughts by finishing off my drink with a ridiculously long gulp. As the familiar shot of pain hit my head, I closed my eyes and shook my head. I motioned at the bartender and moments later, he reached me. "One more of this." I said and pointed at my glass. He smiled and winked at me.

"Make them two." a voice called from my left. I turned my head around to see who it was, only to meet with this familiar pair of sea-green eyes I found absolutely dazzling.

I smirked relieved and cocked my head to the sides, pursing my lips. "You came."

He shrugged and brought his barstool closer to mine. "I had nothing to lose." he said and glanced around. "Did you think I wouldn't?"

I shrugged and looked at the shelves filled with bottles of various drinks across me. "I thought about it."

He smirked and dropped his look on the counter. "And?"

I smiled, as the bartender served us our drinks. "And it always ended up with you showing up."

He chuckled and took a sip of his drink, his eyes finding mine easily. "Confident, aren't we?"

I shook my head and laughed, placing my own glass back at the bar counter. "Always, Jackson. Always."

He clenched his jaw and stared at the wooden counter. "So, you wanted to talk to me about something." he told me.

I twirled my glass around for several moments before I answered. "Silena and I talked." I responded. He didn't seem surprised though. "We talked and I realized that I, indeed, had screwed up as much as she had. And dealing with it," I continued and took another sip of my glass, "was anything but easy and good." He nodded and waited. "You…were right."

He smirked and looked at me. "I was what, Annabeth?"

I sipped my drink again and shook my head. "There's no way you can get me to repeat that."

He chuckled and got off his barstool, getting even closer to me. "What if I can?" he asked low-voiced and focused on my lips.

My smile faded and I concentrated on his lips as well, slightly biting my lower one. "Then I guess we just have to figure it out, don't we?" I answered huskily and forced my lips on his.

He cupped my neck firmly with his one hand and deepened the kiss, while his other had settled in my hipbone. I moaned, as he turned me around in the barstool and settled between my legs, his hand moving from my hipbone down my thigh and then back up. I briefly wondered where he had learned that stuff. He most certainly did not pass as an adventurous high school womanizer. But I stopped caring the minute I locked my legs around his waist.

Gosh, it felt so fucking good. Like pure bliss and excitement and lust in one. I seriously don't know what would have happened next, hadn't the bartender intervened.

Due to night club's policy.

I am so fucking proud of this. :')

Hope you enjoyed.

I can apologize, you know. But I'm kind of sick of it since the only time I didn't apologize was the first chapter of this story. The only valid reasons I can give you is that semesters last longer in high school and therefore, exams last longer. Plus, I had my Proficiency Exams in English, which basically means the world to me. If I don't pass this, I might as well print this story and rub it to their faces.

-Silena's and Annabeth's argument. Silena and Annabeth have a reversed-psychology, Blair and Serena friendship. Taking this into consideration, their makeup fight shouldn't be any different.

-Slutty Annabeth. I know that her character greatly upsets you. I could be an ass and say that I don't give a shit because I think she's fucking awesome, but I won't because I understand how it is to see your favorite character –any character that you have sympathized greatly- acting like this. Without any morals and values. But as every other character in a story, she serves a role. A tremendously important role. All I can say is that she has to stay for a while. Stay tuned though.

-Percy's Sports Choice. Yeah, no. I'm in a good mood and I'm not going to spoil.

-Cliques. TyberAurora: I don't know. In my high school, even if they are not obvious enough, everyone knows they exist. We all hang out together and talk to each other, but the gangs exist nevertheless. In this story, there aren't so many cliques as you think they are. There are the Norms and the Fabs. The geeks, the minding-their-own-business and the superstars, the athletes, the popular chicks. Personally, I don't like cliques. But they are necessary for the plot, so yeah, I cannot remove this element.

-The Kiss. You cannot imagine how great my efforts were to keep it a hook up.

-Questions? Either PM me or Review.

-Last But Not Least. A huge, great thank you to everyone who read, favorite, follow, review and generally give feedback for this story. You guys are the love of my life.

Until next time bitches,

TWDoP23