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Chapter 9
When Annabeth told me that I was her first kiss, I was beyond surprised. How could a beautiful girl like her have never been kissed before, It just didn't make sense. But then I started thinking of what Nico had said the other day, how she always seemed to ignore other guys' advances, and from what I'm assuming there had to be a few. Then when she saw me, she automatically started talking to me, and was blatantly flirting with me. I can't help but hope that somehow, she was waiting for me. That she saw something in me that she liked enough to give me the time of day.
It was Saturday morning, and I wanted so badly to ask Annabeth if I could see her, to ask her out. I want to be able to plan out the day and surprise her so I could be worthy that she chose right. I grabbed my phone, and before I was too chicken shit, I sent her a text.
Do you want to go somewhere with me today? – Percy
Her reply came ten minutes later: Where to? – Annabeth
Um, I was thinking we could go to the beach, maybe? - P
Like on a date? ;) – A. Gods, she was so cute, and I was getting more confident with her flirtatiousness.
Yeah, if you want to. – P
Of course I want to. ;) - A. She was going to kill me with those winky faces.
Ok, cool. Um, you want me to pick you up around 12? – P
Sure, I'll be ready. And don't be late. :) – A
I won't. :) - P. I promised. Wow, another date with this amazing girl. I hope today brings more clarity to our relationship status.
By the time I reached her house, she was already waiting outside; beach bag and sunglasses in place. She was wearing a black bathing suit top that tied around her neck that reached right above her hips, some denim shorts and black converse. Oh my, she was definitely trying to kill me, and she didn't even know it.
She smiled that beautiful smile that made my heart thud just a little faster. "Good morning, Percy," she greeted me, then surprised me a little when she leaned in closer and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. I blushed slightly, glad she didn't regret last night.
"Good morning, Annabeth. Are you ready?" she nodded excitedly, and so off we went. We chatted briefly on the way. Mostly of last night and how much we both enjoyed it. I was more than happy from the results of yesterday and I told her just that.
When we made it to the beach I grabbed my stuff and Annabeth's bag as well. My mom raised me well after all, I know how to be a gentleman. We walked along the grass area that leads to the beach in silence, almost the same silence from last night. She walks next to me, our arms grazing each other. I then feel the warm pressure of her palm engulf my hand, our fingers interlacing. I turn to look at her but she's staring straight ahead, a small smile on her lips. I smile in return and squeeze her hand as we continue walking in silence.
"Do you like this spot?" I ask as we stop were the sand is dry but still soft enough. She nods in agreement and I grab my beach towel and extend it on the floor. Annabeth smiles gratefully at me and she sits down extending her legs in front of her as she leans on her elbows. I mimic her position and we watch as some children run around playing in the water.
I was debating how to approach the subject. I guess the fact that she seems quieter today makes me question what I want to say to her. I watch her from the corner of my eye. She is still smiling, which is a good sign, but I can't figure out her expression.
"Percy?" she asks, turning to face me. I flush at the realization she caught me staring at her. "Why are you staring at me?" she smirks knowingly at me.
I go with the truth, "Because I want to know you, I want to know everything about you," I shrug sheepishly. I realize that I didn't even stutter at the admission, and I smirk right back at her.
"Really?" she leans in closer to me and I see the small tint of pink in her cheeks. "Any other reason?" she eggs on.
"I think you're truly beautiful," I reply shyly, but my voice is strong. I meet her gaze, her sparkly grey eyes seem to melt me to the core. I notice her smile falters, almost as if my comment made her sad. "What's wrong?" I ask sitting up and reaching for her hand.
"It's just," she sighs but smiles back at me and her eyes crinkle at me, "you are the first person to tell me that," she says simply. At my confused face she elaborates. "I'm not vain, but I know a lot of people find me pretty. But at school, all I hear is 'sexy' or 'hot' or whatever those words are thrown at me and I don't like it. After a while they just seem dull, they lose their meaning to me. I sometimes even find them derogatory because they seem like lies to me."
I contemplate this and squeeze her hand "I agree they do seem used, but teenagers are brutes and we can't do anything about that. But I agree with them, you are all those things, but you are more than that. You really are beautiful," our eyes seem to stay connected, not wavering or even blinking. It's like she's searching my soul, looking for the honest pieces for her to collect and cherish.
"You always seem to surprise me, Percy," she adds breaking the silence.
"What do you mean?" I hope she means that in a good way.
"Just when I think I like you, you say these things that make me like you so much more," she sits up then faces me, our hands still connected. "I'm crazy about you, Percy," she whispers in my ear. I turn my face and envelope her lips in mine. Soft, sweet, and warm. I kiss her deeply and thoroughly. She welcomes me in her mouth as my tongue searches hers. She stretches her arms to my chest and pulls me closer, tugging me down. I grunt in surprise as I fall halfway on top of her, but our kiss doesn't falter. I grab her cheek in my hand and with the other I softly caress her hair, twirling her blonde locks around my fingers.
We stop, exhaling loudly. She wraps her arms around my neck and I can't help the shit eating grin that makes its way across my face. "You drive me crazy, Annabeth," I say leaning in for another kiss and I can feel her smiling as we connect once again.
Throughout the day we switch our activities as we enjoy being together without the fear of ruining the moment or being awkward about our feelings. We swim for hours, splashing each other in water fights or simply floating on the water, letting the sun soak into our skin.
I tell her how much I love swimming, and how when I was little I wanted to be Poseidon so I could live in the water all day. She laughed in an understanding way. She tells me how when she would come to the beach she would pretend to be a mermaid and swim for hours. She also told me that once she grew to love art, she would come here and paint the sunset. Our conversations were endless and I felt like Annabeth was a missing piece for me. I don't know how I know, I just do.
When the sun starts to set we walk along the beach hand in hand, as we make our way back to our car. "You want ice cream?" I question when I see a candy cart a couple feet ahead.
"Sure," she agrees and we walk up to the young man in the cart.
"What do you want?" I ask her as we look at the choices.
"Um, I'll have the cookies- n- cream cone,"
"Can I have two cookies-n-cream cones?" I ask the man as I take out my wallet.
"Sure. That would be $2.50," he decides handing us each our cones of sweetness. I pay him and we say goodnight. As we walk back to the car Anabeth seems to chuckle to herself.
"What?" I ask smiling.
"You know, I just realized how this whole day was so cliché," she says. I look at her trying to understand why that's funny. "I always considered myself a non-cliché person, in case you haven't noticed. I look like a trouble maker who gets good grades, I like classic art, but I like rock music. I love photography, but I have no interest in being in the yearbook class. I even have secret admirers, and yet you're the first guy I ever went on a date with," she chuckles again, shaking her head at her realization.
"Is that bad? I mean, how today was so cliché?" I ask nervously.
"Any other person, it would have been. But with you it felt normal. I'm happy with you, Percy, and anything we would have done today would have been perfect." We finally reach the car, but instead of getting inside, Annabeth grabs the bag from my hands and pulls out the towel to lay it on the hood of my car, well, technically it's my mom's car.
"What are you doing?" honestly, I don't really care as long as I can stay with her longer.
"I don't want to leave yet," she says and sits on the towel, crossing her legs and eating her ice cream. She looks at me again and pats the area next to her, "Come on," she urges smiling at me. I join her and we finish our ice creams in silence.
"I'm glad you let me be your first date," I say quietly "And I'm so glad you invited me to the concert, because I don't think I would have had the balls to ask you, but gods, did I want to," I babble randomly, but glad I finally let that out of my system.
"I'm glad too." She agrees. We smile dopily at each other and she gives me a chaste kiss, laying her head on my shoulder. I close my eyes and wrap my arm around her, hugging her closer to me. I inhale her familiar scent of coconut and jasmine, with a mix of sea salt and enjoy her, us, simply being.
"Does this mean your my girlfriend now?" I question. She bursts out in laughter, and I feel like I should be hurt, but I can't find it in me to feel like that, I simply smile at the gorgeous girl by my side and wait.
"Oh, you're so cute!" she hugs me and kisses me again, slapping me lightly on the head, "Of course you big dork," she says giggling still.
"Ok," I say quietly and grab her by the waist as I shower her with kisses, with a giggling Annabeth in my arms.
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