Alrighty. I guess you guys liked it. I thank you for that. I got about thirty author alerts, story alerts, favorite stories, etc. etc. And best of all, I got seven reviews! And it's only been one night! Thank you! Okay, I want to make things a bit clearer. That chapter was sort-of a prologue. All the next chapters will be long. I promise. Okay. this chapter will be a little longer, I guess. But this isn't Annabeth's POV. It's told in third person, and it's how Chris Harrison chose the guys. I promise the rest will be in the POV of Annabeth. MWAHAHAHA. What could possibly happen? I do not know. Read on, faithful readers!

Disclaimer: Hold on, I'm on the phone with the identity check place... Yuppers. I'm not Rick.

Chapter 2

The Chosen Ones.

Chris Harrison gave Annabeth the address of the building where she would receive the names of the men chosen for the show. She nodded and smiled, and he tried to make her as comfortable as possible. This was what usually happened to people chosen for the show. He had nicknamed it C brain, short for Celebrity Brain. The contestant wasn't used to the attention, and the sudden glamor and glitz. But he treated her a bit differently, because for some reason he felt she was going to make a great show. He smiled, chatted with the girl for a while, took a picture of her for the website, then left.

"Chris, how are you gonna choose 'da men?" The cameraman asked once they were outside.

"Anthony?"

"Yessir?"

"I'm going to do it a bit differently this time."

"Watcha gonna do?"

Chris just smiled and turned to a handsome man just walking by. He had a tight dark grey t-shirt, and black skinny jeans. His messy black hair and olive skin complimented each other nicely.

"Sir? How would you like to be on the Bachelorette?"

The man looked surprised, which immediately turned to suspicion. "Who are you?"

"I'm Chris Harrison, the host of the Bachelor and the Bachelorette. Would you like to be a contestant on the show?"

"Show me some ID." The man said, crossing his arms. People were starting to stop and stare. Chris laughed, and pulled out his drivers license.

"Is this proof enough?"

"I guess."

"Would you like to see a picture of the woman?"

"I guess." The man said, looking a bit antsy. He looked like he thought he was being punk'd, and he just wanted to leave. Chris turned to Anthony, and beckoned for him to give him the picture. Anthony did, and he held the picture, the back facing the man.

"You can see the woman, but, you have to tell me your name and your age. Then, you can see the picture, and decide whether or not to accept the offer, alright?"

"Alright." He said a bit nervously. "My name is Nico Di Angelo. I'm twenty-two years old."

"Well Nico, here is the woman." Chris said, flipping the picture. Nico's jaw dropped.

"I know she's beautiful, but no need to overreact." Chris whispered.

"What's her name?" Nico asked.

"I'll tell you if your in."

"I'm... I'm... I'm in." Nico said finally.

Chris smiled. "Great. Her name is Annabeth Chase."

Nico looked stunned. A thought came to Chris.

"Have you two met before?"

"We-we- we were practically enemies at summer camp, about ten years ago."

This is going to make an interesting season. Very interesting. Chris thought. "What are the odds!"

"Yeah... What are the odds."

"Here's the card. Go to that address on Saturday at 3:00. You'll meet the lady there, along with the other twelve men."

"Great."

"We'll see you there!"

"Yeah. See you there." Nico said, a bit of color creeping into his white cheeks. He walked away.

"Thatsa how you gonna pick 'da men?" Anthony said.

"Yes. I thought we oughta shake it up a little."

"Nice way of doin' dat sir."

"Thank you, Anthony." Chris replied vaguely, while hailing a cab. The yellow vehicle pulled up, and the two men climbed in.

"Where to?"

"Bronx."

"Sure." The cabbie said. They drove in silence to the Bronx.

-o-

"Chris, are ya sure you're going to do this for all the men?"

"I'm not. I'm going to chose three men off the streets and the rest from the applicants. Alright?"

"Okay sir."

"Good. Now come on. I see a good one." Chris said, pushing through the crowd. He grabbed the wrist of another man with black hair.

"Sir! How would you like to be a contestant on the Bachelorette!"

The man, without turning, said, "I'm a dude."

"You'll be one of the fourteen men who are competing for a woman. Would you like to see a picture of her?"

"No thanks, not interested." But he turned around.

"Just look at her. You seem like her type."

"If I do, will you leave me alone?"

"Only if you once again say no to the offer."

"Fine. Let me see her."

"First, you have to tell me your name and your age."

He sighed. "Percy Jackson. 27 years old."

"This is her," Chris said, giving him the picture. Percy's eyes bulged.

"No way." He murmured. He spoke up. "What's her name?"

"Say you're in."

He seemed torn. His green eyes flickered to the photo then to Chris. "I'm in."

"Wonderful! Her name is Annabeth Chase."

Percy's knees shook. He trembled. But he controlled himself and nodded. "What next?"

"Come to this address," Chris said, handing him a card. He hadn't noticed Percy's mini spaz attack. "where you'll meet Ms. Chase and the other men. Be there at 3:00 sharp."

"Sure."

"Goodbye, Percy. I will see you on the first filming of the Bachelorette."

"Later."

Chris and Percy went their separate ways. Chris and Anthony went hunting for their last picked-off-the-street man.

-o-

Meanwhile, Percy went back to his apartment. The second he staggered into his bedroom, he collapsed on his bed. He stared at his ceiling, wondering if Aphrodite had anything to do with this. After about ten minutes of thinking, (mostly about how thankful he was for accepting the offer to be on the show.), Percy picked up his cell phone and called his mother.

"Mom? Guess who I just saw."

-o-

Up on Olympus, Aphrodite giggled as she watched Percy give in to Chris Harrison. Then, she continued painting her perfect nails a bright neon pink only she could pull off. She promised herself she wouldn't interfere after this, unless Annabeth decided to vote Percy out. Aphrodite had a pretty good idea who the final two contestants would be, unless of course, something, or someone, got in her way.

She was determined to make that not the case.

Ooooh. Cliffy! I truly do love my mind. What's going to happen? I dunno. I want seven to ten reviews before the next chapter. Okay? I loved this chapter. But. Will Percy and Nico be the two finalists?

I can give you a hint.

It's not guaranteed Percy's going to be the winner. I hope this was long enough for you!