Chapter Three

Percy thought whoever listened to Nightmare Apocalypse was cool.

Annabeth Chase was not cool.

Don't get him wrong - he really wanted to go to this concert. He thought it was great that she'd let him have her invaluable ticket in exchange for driving her there. He would've done it anyway; it wasn't as if he could afford a plane ticket to LA.

But other than that, she was unlike every girl he'd met/hooked up with. For one thing, it seemed like she'd never heard of a comb; her hair was curly and wild and covered half her face when it wasn't tied back. Another, she seemed constantly irritated at him and could not shut her mouth for a second. Especially about this trip.

She kept bothering him with directions when he had a GPS. Who needed a map when you had a woman with a sexy British accent telling you the route? He'd tried explaining this to Annabeth, but she just kept going on and on about road closings and shit like that.

She had no faith in modern technology.

Though it wouldn't seem like it, since she wouldn't stop sending text after text, demanding to plan the trip.

Then she kept bugging him about weather reports. Percy was from New York City. He knew what snow was. He'd driven in snow before, and besides, they were driving south. They wouldn't even have a snow problem after a few hours. He'd told her this multiple times.

So why did she feel a need to pester him about it? Especially in the middle of a party, when he was half-drunk and really needed to get laid. Like, yesterday.

"Annabeth," he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, "I swear to god, you need to piss off."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she hissed, taking his cup from his hand. "I didn't realize we didn't need to plan a cross-country road trip!"

"We don't now!" he snapped back, taking his cup and taking another swing, surveying the crowd. He spotted a blonde with pin-straight hair - a huge difference from Annabeth, and at the moment, that's exactly what he needed.

Percy chose to go to this party specifically because it was at another school. He bumped into Annabeth there by chance, and all she'd done since was badger him and steal his cup as he drank. He'd ask why she was there, but he really just wanted her to shut up.

"It's not my fault you don't respond to your texts," she told him. He noticed she was staring at his piercings in his eyebrow, and wondered if she was mentally coming up with ways to scold him.

"It is your fault," he said. "You're fucking annoying."

"I wouldn't be if you just answered -"

"Can we not do this now?" he said, finally catching the girl's eye. He sent her a small smile. "You need to relax. Our exams just finished today. Think about something else. Drink a little. Get laid."

"Like you're doing," she deadpanned.

"Exactly," he said distractedly, moving to the fridge to get another can of beer. He poured two cups, and gave one to a frazzled Annabeth.

She scowled at him, but took the cup. "I'm not going to sleep with some random guy to relax. That's not relaxing for me at all."

"Then don't," he said indifferently. "Just get drunk off your ass."

"Right, and wake up naked on the street? I don't think so."

"You're right," he said seriously, draining the rest of the can. "No one wants to see that."

"Fuck you," she spat.

"No thanks," he said, snorting. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go have fun."

"I hope your dick gets caught in your pants!" she called after him.

"Fuck you too!"

A/N: haha I really enjoyed writing that :) I guess this the final teen rating warning. There will be no explicit sex scenes, though probably some mildly explicit heavy make out scenes (but who doesn't enjoy those ;)).

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