Chapter 3: Annabeth

I woke up in my bed at mine and Piper's beach house with no recollection of how I had even come to arrive there. The clock on the table next to me read 8:18 AM. I really couldn't comprehend that. The last clock I had looked at had said something around nine o' clock in the morning. With a quick swoop of my surroundings I came to a decision; I had not been the one to place my luggage. While Piper just threw down bags as if they didn't matter, the OCD in me loved arranging them in elaborate placements in the corner. There was no scheme to the positioning of my bags. Piper had brought them in.

My scalp tingled when I tilted my head, a slight pain numbing all of my other senses. The sensation felt achingly familiar. It was sort of like deja vu. I touched the place where most of the pain originated from and felt a bandage. This familiarity can not possibly just be out of nowhere. Something like this had happened before. I had been in the hospital after the car accident, the one that had left me unable to recall any of my childhood or even who my friends, family, and self were. I had felt at the bandage on my head and freaked on the doctor. Not knowing who I was or what had happened to me was an even worse injury than any pain. I may not have known it, but I was Annabeth Chase, the girl with all the answers. My identity was all about knowing. Sure, the book smarts were still there, like 2+2 or what the hell a cell was. But when it really mattered, when I really needed to know the important things, I had come short. And when the whole ordeal had been explained to me, I shrieked. How could one hit to the head cause so much damage that I couldn't remember my friends? Family? Me?

Unlike that moment, however, I started to remember what had caused my injury. We had walked into the house, been so excited to finally get there and then- Percy Jackson was in my living room. Percy fu*king Jackson had pranced into my living room, trekked sand through my home, and hit me over the head with Leo's stupid plaque he had bought to 'make us happy' in Myrtle. And now I had pretty much slept through a whole day because a maniac super star from a stupid boy band had committed a felony against me.

I kicked the blankets off of me and stood up, to my stomachs dismay, and wobbled toward the door. Just because that shitty brat had high powered lawyers didn't mean he could do whatever the fu*k he wanted. It wasn't fair and he was going to pay for what he did to me.

I tried to be as careful as possible walking down the stairs for two reasons; I needed the element of surprise and if I didn't I would fall and do much more than get a head injury. I could hear a few voices coming from the kitchen but decided that they were probably all just Piper doing impersonations to make it easier to talk to herself. Again. That made my hopes that Percy Jackson and Jason Grace were in jail become a little more realistic, at least in my eyes.

It was sadly brought to my attention when entering the kitchen that a pair of rock stars was cracking jokes with my best friend and I was anything but happy. I hid back for a moment to hear their conversation and know if it had anything to do with me.

"-and then Leo started screaming like a complete moron in Spanish at this lady who was like, 'bruh, your order is ready' because his pants were around his ankles!" Percy Jackson yelled, making Piper and Jason go hysterical.

Nope. Nothing to do with me.

"Hey, can one of you guys come to the store with me?" Piper asked, grabbing her purse. "Annabeth'll really freak out if I don't stalk our cabinets before she wakes from her slumber. Either of you in?"

"I'll go!" both boys yelled at once. Then, Percy sighed.

"Bro, you can go. I'll hold down the fort."

"You sure, Perce?" Jason asked, already slipping his shoes on.

"Yeah I'm sure. Just remember to get food dye. Lots and lots of food dye. Oh, and if individual colors are available-"

"We'll make sure it's blue." Piper concluded. The guys looked at her oddly.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked her. She touched a hand to her brow as if it hurt to think.

"I don't know, it's fuzzy. I probably just read it somewhere."

As she commenced her journey to the garage, the two boys looked curiously at each other. "Damn, I thought that was confidential," Jason whispered to his friend. Percy just shrugged.

"Me too, dude, but you know journalists. They'll jump through flaming hoops to get the scoop on members of One Direction, 5 Seconds of Summer, or, oh I don't know, us."

The blonde teen nodded. "Yeah you're right. Honestly, I wish some things were still private though. You know your life is weird when some twelve year old little girl in Japan bought a pair of your boxers for $2,000."

"Leo sold your undies too?" Percy asked with an empathetic look. "Mine went for $3,000. I guess the fans just love me more than you!"

Jason rolled his eyes. "Or your's weren't torn to shreds by Mrs. O'Leary. These fans are getting ripped off."

"You're telling me. Mine weren't even used." The two boys laughed together at their own soap opera life until Piper came back in to retrieve Jason.

I was freaking out. I was alone with the guy who had assaulted me in my own home and my best friend left me here with him and I had no clue what to do. Should I alert him of my presence? Should I try to knock him out? I part of me found that that would only be fair, but I was still uneasy. What if I went to jail then too? Or what if the police completely looked over my case and only cared that Percy Jackson could have died. It probably wouldn't have been the first time. I sighed and sank to the floor. Maybe I could just wait it out? Percy was most likely the oblivious type since he hasn't noticed me yet. Or...

I almost slapped myself. I had zoned out and Percy was standing right in front of me, clearing his throat. He seemed awkward, which is good because that gives me the upper hand in this situation. I slowly stood up. Hopefully I was giving off a weak image so he won't be expecting it when I strike.

"You assaulted me," I started slowly. He laughed nervously. Good. I am still in command of our conversation.

"Yeah, about that... It was kind of just a reflex. I didn't mean to and I wasn't thinking and-"

"You didn't mean to?" I mocked. What was he, five? "You do realize I could call the police and have you thrown in jail for this, right? And believe me, I am not the kind of person to let you just get away with breaking and entering, assault and-"

"Can we please stop saying assault! It was an accident and me and Jason mean no harm to you here on out."

"Really? Did you really expect me to believe that? I'll have you know that once a criminal commits a crime there is a high risk of them committing that crime again."

Percy smiled. That little fuck smiled. "I thought models were supposed to be airheads. Blondes, too."

That was it! "Jackson if you don't get out of my house right now-"

"Hey! That was a compliment!"

I stopped. "Are you being serious?"

He nodded. "Yes. You see, Wise Girl," he said, the nickname making me cringe, "You're friend Piper is letting Jason and I rent out two of your rooms. We're paying for it and everything. She even drew up a contract for us to sign. Very professional.

Anyway, I think that since we all are going to be hanging out this summer, we should try to be nice. Make friendships, that sort of thing. What'dya say?"

I glared getting very close to him and his sparkly green eyes. "I say we will never be friends Jackson. Past, present, or future. If you're renting in my house, fine. I'm your landlord, not your party buddy."

I stood at my tallest height, walked back to the stairs, then turned to him. "Have I made myself clear Seaweed Brain?"

His smirk, sadly, just got wider. "Crystal."

Yes I know this is short and it's been a long time and I'm a horrible person, but I hope maybe for some of you it was worth it? Probably not, but I don't even know what I'm doing with this retelling anymore. I think it almost pains me to right long stories with my attention span, so please know I am not doing this for me. I am writing this for you, whoever you may be, and I hope that you may like it. Even a sprinkle.

I hopefully will gain some energy to write a new chapter sooner than this one. So, Happy Valentine's Day (late)!

Have a good day, week, month, Happy New Year.

~GoDC