Chapter 2

Annabeth's phone beeped as she struggled to push the key into the door. Her arms were laden with research papers and books, courtesy of a quick detour to the library on the way back home. She pulled out her phone and sighed as she lost her grip on one of the books and the entire pile fell down with an audible thud. Too tired to pick them up immediately she swiped her password and stared at the new text in her inbox.

Classes canceled tomorrow. You up for lunch?-Piper

Annabeth didn't bother to reply. Not that Piper needed one anyway. She would probably just show up on her door tomorrow at noon and drag her off to one of the latest restaurants that had caught her fancy. Annabeth was sadly helpless when it came to arguments with Piper, especially since Thalia usually ditched her and laughed from the sidelines.

Annabeth stretched her tired limbs, satisfied when she heard the strong pop in her right shoulder, and bent down to pick up her fallen materials when the key fell of the lock. Muttering darkly she contemplated on kicking open the bloody door (it was so old, it was practically useless) when it creaked open a bit.

Thalia must be inside. Annabeth gathered her books and pushed the door further with the sole of her shoes. The flat was dark, the setting sun sending in rays of orange and red through the balcony door and casting shadows on the wall. She set down her stuff on the table and, assuming Thalia was shut up in her room and subjecting herself to the torture she called music, made her way into her own room to take a shower and quite possibly bin her stupid apron.

She switched on the lights and had one of the strings of her uniform untied when she noticed a figure in her bed. Suddenly alert she started to make her way around the bed, promising herself if it was Leo with his colorful water balloons again she would kick in the bifurcum and make him ingest the complicated solutions she whipped up in her spare time when her manager wasn't looking by adding random ingredients and artificial colors that she thought would blend together well.

It wasn't Leo. Leo didn't have soft silky hair the shade of midnight. Leo didn't have a toned, lean and muscled torso. Leo didn't have skin so smooth and tanned and gorgeous. No. Leo didn't have any of the above features because the guy on her bed wasn't Leo. It was...it was-

"Kelp head." she breathed out.

His eyes flew open and sea green orbs stares back at her. A dozen emotions seemed to pass through his eyes; confusion, realization, happiness, suspicion, confusion again. Her mind was turning hundred miles an hour. Oh my god. He was a robber, a…a fucking stalker. Kelp head was a stupid, dangerous, sneaky, good looking stalker who liked to sleep in his victim's beds before murdering them.

Before he could sit up and advance to the next step of his sinister, poorly- thought out plan, her adrenaline filled body grabbed onto the nearest hard object she could find; her round red alarm clock (which was a pain in the ass in mornings), and smacked him right in the head with it.

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I know this is a very small chapter but I felt like I just had to get it out there.

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