Hey, guys! I've been updated a lot lately. I forgot to disclaim the last chapter, but that doesn't mean I 'claim' it. I don't.

Also, those first two reviewers, iloveyou. You made my day. I told my best friend (who is also my boyfriend) that I got reviewed, he said, "The reviewers better be girls. Preferably nonlesbian. Unless, you know, you give me their numbers. That'd be hot." He didn't get it. freak. anyway, Thanks a billion. C:

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Diclaimer: I do NOT own PJO&co.

Annabeth's POV

I'll admit it, up there on that stage, I was at home. In Percy's arms. Surrounded by my family. There was still that nagging in my heart for the lost heroes. I would never forget them.

The moment ended when Chris picked me up—very fast, I might add—and carried to my cabin. The last thing I saw at the pavilion was Percy's jaw getting a kiss by Clarisse's foot.

Malcolm opened the door to the Athena's cabin very dramatically and I was carried into the dark cabin and thrown onto a bed. I panicked for an instant out of instinct.

Calm down, Annabeth I told myself, they are your family.

Oh, how wrong I was. Soon the 'best game ever for dudes' started:

Black Ops.

Athena, help me!

It all started when the blinding lights were flipped on. I took in the room: white walls with bookshelves, a SMART board, and a few pictures of my mother. The beds were pushed to the far walls: boys on the left, girls on the right. My bed, however, was against the back wall, opposite of the door. Perks of—or the worst thing about—being a counselor.

The only thing new was the enormous TV and shiny game system next to the SMART board.

"Time to play some games, Sister," Malcolm laughed evilly. I knew this was a facade. Malcolm was a child of Athena too—he couldn't have played this—this—insult to technology! I was wrong, which didn't really lighten my spirits.

I was doing this for the camp. Percy and I just had a terribly out-of-character moment in front of everyone, kissed, then got dragged away. I figured they'd been planning this, and saw tonight as an excellent opportunity. Sometimes, they could be as evil as Minotaurs.

"Time to get inside a boy's mind," Marco—the one who had been gossiping about Percy and me—chuckled.

"No," I glared.

Chris walked towards the TV and game system. He knelt down, kissed a controller, turned towards me and grinned.

"Yes."

Percy's POV

I don't know how they did it. How they could stand it. It hurt a lot.

They were plucking my eyebrows.

"I should let you know, your eyebrows aren't bad at all. This is all to humor Clarisse." Drew whispered—a little too close to my ear—when Clarisse went to get 'real cologne that didn't smell like the sea'.

That was weird, 'cause I didn't even own cologne that did smell like the sea.

I winced as Drew pulled out some of my eyebrow. She smiled, clearly satisfied with her work, and put those—those things away.

"Time for foundation," she squealed. I gaped in horror at the Asian beauty in front of me.

"No," I whispered. I knew it was a lost hope; I tried already, but my, er...balls, couldn't take another kick from a demon-spawn. I was invincible, yes, but I guess Clarisse's blessing from her father must not have worn down yet. Yay for me.

"Oh, yes, Ugly." Clarisse laughed maniacally. Oh shit.

They pushed me down to the bed before I tried to run away, had some of the Apollo girls hold me down and started putting 'foundation' on me. This was like, rape to my machoness!

I can promise you, I fought. I thrashed, kicked and tried to run countless times. Somehow, I was yanked back to my bed, and the torture started again. Eventually, they were done.

They had given me a make-over.

Drew squealed in delight at the...final product, I guess. She handed me a hand mirror. I looked into it.

After two hours of torture, they made me look like a female version of myself.

My hair was gelled, blow dried and poofy. My eyebrows didn't look any different. They hurt like hell, though. My skin was a little darker and stiff. My cheekbones were tinted pink. Blush.

The worst of it was, I had lipstick on. It was a soft pink, like Annabeth's lips.

"What did you do?" I asked. I threw the mirror at the door, letting it shatter. No one flinched; Clarisse smiled triumphantly. Freaking child of Ares...

"We made sure Clarisse couldn't call you 'Ugly' again, Handsome." Drew winked. She made it sound like it was so damn simple, even I should have gotten that.

Thanks, Drew, wouldn't have had that cleared up without ya'.

"I'll find a way. The make-up comes off, Perce." Clarisse was laughing her ass off. I stood up, still in my bathrobe.

"Oh, dear, your clothes!" A Hermes girl gasped. I was pushed into the bathroom with black clothes, and locked inside.

I got dressed. I was wearing black jeans and a black dress shirt. Whatever, I thought. As long as it's not a freaking dress.

I stormed back towards the bed. All of the make-up was picked up. Surprisingly, so was my mess of clothes.

"I hate you," I reminded Clarisse. She smiled at this, and then doubled-over laughing.

"What now?" I turned to a blushing Drew. That girl was ticking me off. She was such an emotion-filled girl, it was frustrating.

I hated girls, minus Annabeth, of course.

"Close your eyes, Ug-Handsome." Clarisse mocked.

"No!" I yelled a little too loud. I just saved the damn world two days ago, I should be getting massages and relaxation. (Un)Luckily, I had gotten a make-over from a bunch of lunatics.

"Do it," she growled. I flinched mentally. Here comes the pain...

Then, for some unknown (well, to me it was unknown. I'm sure at least one of the gods knew...) I mocked Clarisse.

"Is this how you prepare yourself for meeting Chris near the lake at night?" I laughed. She turned red. I was hit. She laughed. I almost cried.

"Come on, to the Athena cabin to see your girlfriend," she muttered.

Annabeth's POV

"Hahaha, suck on that!" I heard myself scream to the TV. I quickly scolded myself inside my head. This game should not be getting to me.

"Annabeth, how did you beat him?" Malcolm asked, staring wide at the TV.

"I kicked his ass," I informed him.

"He was twenty-third in the world." He reminded me...again.

"Now I am." I grinned. My guy was shot. I put it on pause, ran to the bathroom, and came running back out. It was two hours since I started playing, so I really had to go. I sat down in the chair and grinned at the guys.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You. Kicked. Ass." Chris said in a daze.

"I know," I smiled. I was actually really proud of myself. I even resisted calculating the equation as to how many megapixels...nevermind. (A/N I don't really know any of this shit, so refrain from correcting me. I guess I'm not a daughter of Athena ^^)

"Give me a hug, Big Sis," Malcolm shot up and outstretched his arms.

"I'm only three months older than you, Mal," I reminded him, giving him a hug.

"Thanks, now let me play. I think some of your luck wiped off to me." He demanded, sitting down between Chris and Marco. The other boys (there was only four other guys) were still gaping at me.

"Luck? No, Mal, that was skill. Suck on it." I clarified.

"Who are you?" Marco muttered.

"Number twenty-three in the world of Black Ops." I said.

"Percy always gets all the best damn luck," Connor Stoll muttered to his brother, Travis.

"Eh," Travis replied indifferently. I raised an eyebrow slightly at this, curious. Does Travis have a girlfriend I don't know about?

"That's right," Connor chuckled, "Katie Gardner is the only girl for you, huh? Well, personally, I'd take both of them." He laughed. Oh hell no. He was not talking about me that way. Luckily, a high heel flew at Connor's head before I even made it to his chair. I looked to where it came from.

Percy was standing in the doorway, struggling under Clarisse's grip.

"Wanna end up like Kronos, Connor?" He asked half-serious.

Then I took in what he looked like.

I think Nico heard me laughing all the way from the Underworld.

Percy's POV

My girl is laughing at me, I thought. I didn't know what surprised me more: the fact that I said 'my girl' or she was laughing. Loudly.

"...Percy..." She managed, "What-hahahahaahahah-happened? You look like a female version of yourself!" She sat down in a chair and continued to laugh. The guys were all staring at me.

"Bro?" Chris muttered, rubbing his eyes like they were deceiving him.

"Don'tcha mean sis?" Connor erupted into a fit of laughter, which cause everyone else to laugh as well. I pulled myself out of Clarisse's death grip. She let me go, smirking.

"Okay, okay. You can stop now." I said, motioning with my hands to quiet down. No one relented.

"Guys, seriously. Stop," I demanded, getting angrier.

No one listened. Annabeth kept looking at me, laugh again then motion for Malcolm, her second-in-command counselor, to look at me. then they were erupt into hysterics again.

"YO! SHUT THE HELL UP!" I yelled. Everyone froze at my outburst. I'll admit it: I was pretty loud. I wouldn't be surprised if NYC heard me.

"Sorrrrrrrrrry, Perrrccyy," Drew dragged her apology, pouting her lips. I ignored the strange girl and surveyed the room.

The four boys not surrounding the TV were sitting on beds, facing the TV. They were the Stoll brothers, Will from the Apollo cabin and Jake from the Hephaestus cabin. When I made eye contact with Will and Jake, they withheld their laughter. I looked at Travis and he ignored my gaze. I glared daggers at Connor, who flinched under my look.

I glared at Chris, who probably knew what was gonna happen to me, but played innocent. His attention turned to his shoes; they must've been worth the attention. Marco's face was red from holding in the laughter. Malcolm was avoiding eye contact and looking at Annabeth's shoes. I guess his weren't that great.

I turned my glare to my girlfriend. She was looking at me innocently. She smiled and walked over to me. Her hips were swinging from side to side. I noticed Connor's eyes were on them, so I made a mental promis to hurt him later. She wrapped her arms around me neck and I relaxed. She gave me a light kiss on the lips and pulled back like I had bad breath.

"Is that lipstick?" She screeched, wiping off her mouth. I face-palmed, cursing Clarisse to Hades.

My family burst out in laughter.

A/N: AWWHHH. Poor Percy. Just kidding. I wrote that, so therefore I shouldn't have sympathy for him, right? well, I do. He kicked ass two days prior to this, then gets Annabeth, then he's embarrassed in front of his peers. Whatalife.

Weeeelll, I hope you liked this. I'm gonna work on something else for a few more days about Annabeth when percy is 's gonna be angsty! D:

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