Hey ladies and gents, glad you are enjoying my story so far.
I just want to say Mr. Riordan owns original characters, I just added my own twist. : )
Chapter 5
The next day as I was making my way to AP English, I worried if Anabeth would talk to me today. I mean just because we were doing a group project together didn't automatically mean we were friends, no matter what she said yesterday.
I sat down on my usual empty space in the front and took out my copy of The Adventures Huckleberry Finn and my writing journal, waiting for the students to file in. One of the other socially awkward like me sat down next to me and we smiled in acknowledgement of each other. A few seconds before the bell rang, I saw Anabeth walk in. She was wearing a Pink Floyd t-shirt with an army green jacket. I looked at her legs and noticed she was wearing studded denim shorts with knee high socks and her combat boots from yesterday. Gods, she was so unpredictable. She was amazing, I sighed. She walked towards me, smirked and bend down to look at the person sitting next to me.
"Move. This is my seat," she glared at the culprit.
"B-but…" the poor kid was astounded, that was his usual seat.
"Did you not hear me?" she questioned, clearly irritated at his slowness. The kid squeaked a bit and quickly gathered his things and left to search for another seat. She then took the liberty of seating herself and slouching in the seat, while I gawked at her, eyes wide. "Well, hello there Percy?" she turned to look at me, dazzling smile in place.
"Hi." I replied quietly. "Why did you kick him out of his seat?" I asked confused.
"No. this is my seat now," she replied, eyebrows scrunched, but then simply shrugged and turned her attention to the front as Mr. Green started his lesson. I, of course didn't listen to a word he said, contemplating Anabeth's actions and why she seems to be so different from everyone else and why I found her so intriguing. And beautiful, can't forget that.
As the day progressed, I found myself with no answers from my current predicament, and it was completely messing with my mind. When lunch came around I found my usual table and Nico sitting there, bobbing his head along to his headphones. I sat down quietly and started nibbling on my pizza. Nico looked up and smiled at me followed by a 'what's up?' and continued on with his music, not listening if I elaborated or not. Fine with me, I was too busy thinking about Anabeth.
"Hey handsome," I heard a whisper in my ear and jumped out of my seat. Anabeth was smiling mischievously at me, seating herself next to me. Nico, realizing our new guest, whizzed his head in our direction and his mouth bounced to the floor in shock. She looked at him and said "Close your mouth, di Angelo, it ain't pretty." He snapped it closed quickly, and eyed me curiously. I probably had the same expression. I shrugged my shoulders, as if to say hey, don't look at me. "Would you mind me stealing Percy for a bit?" she continued, ignoring our quiet exchange. She didn't need a respond, "Great, thanks," and with that she pulled me out of my seat and out of the cafeteria.
If I would have had the chance to see Nico's face, it would have been price less.
Anabeth succeeded in pulling me towards the back of the school, near the football field. Then she stopped and seated me on the bleachers. I sat clumsily, finding my balance, as she sat down facing me. I waited, expectantly, but nervously.
"I have a proposition for you," she stated, smiling widely at me. She then reached for my thigh and squeezed gently, then proceeded to rub it back and forth a couple times. I gulped loudly, my body alighting with a ferocious heat I didn't know was possible. I was on sensory overload, and this girl was torturing me with it, oh but what sweet torture was it.
I squirmed under her touch realizing just how much it was affecting me by the tightening in my pants. "W-what?" was my smart reply. Then a thought hit me, "I w-wont do y-your homework for you," I stated, standing up for myself. A poor attempt but if this was her plan, I should forget about my infatuation with her.
She looked at me then, her grey eyes glaring at me, and I tried not to shrink away, standing my ground, but then she bend over, bursting in laughter. I stood, shocked at what just happened.
"Oh, you're so cute!" she shrieked, in the middle of her giggle fest.
"Glad I amuse you," I was getting angry now. I thought she was my friend but now I see I'm just a joke to her. I stood up starting to leave, but she quickly grabbed my wrist, pulling me down once again.
"Oh Percy stop! Listen, I wasn't laughing at you. I wouldn't have the need to ask you that, considering I am a straight A student."
My irritation turned to confusion once again. "But then what…?"
"Well, my proposition was for you to accompany me to a Green Day concert," she looked at me then smiling, almost shyly at me, "So, you want to?"
"I… m-me? You want me to go with you? To a concert?" I couldn't believe my ears. Was she asking me out? Like on a date? Anabeth Chase? Me? Nah, it's not possible.
"No, I'm asking the bleachers. Of course you," her sarcasm was endearing.
"But why me?" I asked bewildered, "don't you have other friends that would want to go?"
"Well, because I have an extra ticket, and because I think it's something you might like," she stated cheerfully.
"Why do you have an extra ticket? Isn't it someone else's?" I was avoiding the question, I know. It just seemed too good to be true and I was trying to understand the invitation. Was it a date? Or was I simply a last resort for her?
"I won them on the radio," she said dismissing the statement "You haven't answered my question?" she was getting impatient now.
"I uh, well, yeah I would like to go with you," I stuttered out my response, rubbing my neck in worry.
"Oh, that's awesome!" she squealed and hugged me tight against her chest. She quickly let go, her face now perfectly calm. "It's Saturday night. Pick me up at 6pm," she then smirked at me then ran her hand once again over my thigh and stood up.
"Wait, I don't know where you live," she then searched her backpack and took a sharpie out. She proceeded to grabbing my hand, palm up, and scribbled on it.
"Text me later, and I'll give it to you," she looked at me then, dangerously close to my face, then whispered in my ear "Don't be late, I don't like to be kept waiting." Then vanished out of my sight.
I stood there, palm still up, not knowing what to do with myself. She was going to give me whiplash. I had a date with Anabeth Chase! All that touching wasn't for nothing, she was flirting with me, and boy was it addicting. I craved her touch. But, I had a date with Anabeth Chase and I was sure as hell not expecting this to happen in a million years.
Well, this was ch. 5 and hope you guys liked it!Please feel free to let me know what you think, I would appreciate it! : )
