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Songs: As Long As You Love Me, Gangnam Style, Heart Vacancy and Breathing.
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I strode with pride, chin jutted out, to the back of the room and dropped into the chair, crossing my arms and propping my feet up onto the desk.
New York - New life - New attitude.
I'm bored. I want some gum. Yawn.
Sounds bratty enough.
I looked inside my notebook where my pencil pouch was filled with pencils and pens-
And my Ipod.
Grinning with satisfaction, I brought it out and put the silver ear-buds in my ears, turning up the music and scanning through my playlist.
200 songs-half of which are my own.
I settled with Heart Vacancy by The Wanted, and relaxed in my chair, bobbing my head to the beat. I sorta-kinda zoned out and closed my eyes a bit.
That's why I nearly jumped out of my skins when a tall red-head appeared in the seat next to me.
"Hey! What's your name? I'm Rachel! What're you listening to? Who's your favorite singer? I love Jez Falcon. Do you like her music? What's your favorite song by her? My brother has this big-creepy-crush on her. You know he kisses the poster I have of her in my room? Ugh. It's gross. I love your streaks! Where'd you get them done? Oh my gosh, that outfit looks totally good o-"
Then I slapped my hand over her mouth.
"Shut. Up." I growled, trying for the mean-girl-personality. Her green eyes were wide, but filled with what seemed more like enthusiasm rather than fear.
I sighed. "What do you want?" I asked, taking back my hand and resting into the chair again.
"Answers!" She said, shaking my shoulders.
"Stop-don't touch me!" I said. She had a look of hurt, which in return hurt me, even if I was putting up a façade.
"Annabeth. Heart Vacancy. Percy Jackson. Yes. You Should've Said No. Ew. No. I know. Thank you. My friend. Thank you." I said, staring at my Ipod.
"Oh, you like Percy Jackson? He goes to this school! Weird coincidence. A lot of girls have a crush on him. I don't. I mean, I guess he's cute and all, but I mean - no. He's not really my type, anyways…Oh my gosh! I love that song! I like her song, "The Story of Us." It's great. Have you heard it? I mean…"
I was still hung up on the fact we were talking about me and she was totally oblivious.
The thought made me smirk a little, not enough for her to notice.
"Scooch, Rachel," Thalia said. "Oh! Hey Annabeth. How you liking school? Nice outfit…" She said.
"I know!" Rachel agreed.
Thalia fell into the seat to the left of Rachel, two seats away from me.
"Who's your favorite singer, Thals?" She asked.
"Jez Falcon," She said without a moments' hesitation. She grinned at me when she saw me glaring at her.
Rachel turned back to me.
"What's your favorite candy? I LOVE chocolate. Do you like chocolate? Because I don't think I can be friends with someone who doesn't like-"
"Okay, Rachel," Thalia said. "You can stop with the questions now."
"Oh, good," Rachel said, much calmer and slower. Thalia laughed, and a second or so later, so did Rachel. I cocked an eyebrow.
"I can't believe you planned this," I said to nobody in particular-Rachel, Thalia, both or neither. I went back to my music, and started playing Breathing by Jason Derulo.
"Did Rachel tell you that the Percy Jackson goes to Goode High? INTERNATIONAL POP STAR?" Thalia said a little too exaggeratedly. I rolled my eyes.
"I can take a hint. And yes, she did tell me."
Then she stalked in.
The She-devil.
"Who's the prep?" I said, nodding my head toward the brunette and sending her my death glare.
"Drew? Yeah. She's really mean, but she can get more or less everybody to do anything she wants. Boys in particular."
As she said this, 'Drew' began to seduce a guy sitting at a desk in the center of the room. She said something to him, rubbing his arm seductively, and he nodded crazily, jumping up and moving his stuff to give her room at the desk. She smiled sickeningly-sweet to him, and he blushed like a ripe-tomato.
"Be right back guys," I said, setting down my ipod and starting to get up. Rachel started to grab my arm, but I shook her off.
"I wouldn't," Thalia said.
"Yes you would," I muttered.
She nodded. "I guess. But if I were you, then I wouldn't," she said, matter-of-factly.
I walked straight up to her, 'course she didn't notice me, what with her having her nose in her own reflection. I began tapping my right hand on her desk, my left hand on my hip.
I cleared my throat.
She glanced up, then scowled.
"Ugh. What do you want, blonde?" she spat.
I waited a second, deciding on what torture to place upon her.
I settled with the standard slap to the face.
The hit could be heard across the classroom over all of the talking, and everyone went silent.
The left side of Drew's face was reddening. She had so much make-up on I had to wipe my hand on my pants leg to get it off.
'Course I guess I can't really say anything, since I was technically a 'cake-face' myself at the moment.
Her eyes were wide, but I just stood there in the same position I was before.
Hehe. She's speechless.
I leaned over and got in her face.
"Maybe next time you'll be careful who you call a 'dumb blonde,'" I said, scowling and stalking back to my seat.
She stood up and appeared to be having a good time wagging fingers at me. Even a certain finger got thrown into the mix.
"I-I will have you reported!" She said, her face still red from where I'd slapped her. "My father owns this school!" She yelled.
Then the boy I saw strode into the classroom.
And everything went into total chaos.
"Can I have your autograph-"
"Can we hook up this Saturday-"
"I love you!"
I looked over at Rachel and Thalia.
"Who's that?" I asked.
Rachel cocked an eyebrow.
"That's Percy Jackson," she said, clearly confused.
I frowned. "But, he looks so different on all the posters and magazines…" I said. "I mean, I saw him this morning, and he looked nothing like the Percy Jackson I've seen."
"Yeah. His STYLISTS are MIRACLE WORKERS-"
"I get it," I said, my voice clipped.
Thalia grinned.
"Have you seen Piper," I asked, glancing around.
"Uh…I don't know. I haven't seen her yet. It's too bad, I wouldn't want to miss it when she asks someone out," she said, her eyes filled with a familiar evil glint.
"Class!" Someone shrieked.
Everyone went to her attention-including Percy- and they immediately returned to their seats.
She smiled, apparently satisfied.
"Time to call role," she said. "Hm...Morgan Able?" She started, then continued down. Eventually she reached myself.
"Annabeth Chase?"
"Whatever," I called. She rolled her eyes, and resumed. She ticked off Rachel, Thalia and her brother, Jason, Percy, Drew, someone named Leo, et cetera.
She dismissed us at the bell, which rang only moments after she finished with attendance, and I made my way to my second class.
Okay, so it wasn't a lot longer, but it was longer. I hope you're not confused, but I'm sure if you are it'll clear up once we get deeper into the story. Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes, this is un-edited.
RIDDLE
One snowy night, Sherlock Holmes was in his house sitting by a fire. All of a sudden a snowball came crashing through his window, braking it.
Holmes got up and looked out the window just in time to see three neighborhood kids who were brothers run around a corner. Their names were John Crimson, Mark Crimson and Paul Crimson.
The next day Holmes got a note on his door that read "? Crimson. He broke your window."
Which of the three Crimson brothers should Sherlock Holmes question about the incident?
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