I'm kind of proud of this chapter, even if it is kind of short. Just found out the magicallness of Chrome. It's pretty awesome, even if I'm pretty sure it crashed twice within the last thirty minuets. But everythings okay.

Spring Break: Only. One. Update. I will try to make it two, but I"m going away from Spring break, so I can't. Sorry about that.

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Chapter 12

Annabeth lived in a small room on olympus, it was small, to the gods, it was just a small useless space that they did not need. To Annabeth, it was perfect. She didn't need anything more, she was only staying here for one week maximum anyways.

It wasn't decorated very lavishly, just a bookshelf filled with greek architecture books, a bed, a dresser, a table, nightstand and a bed. There was one window in the room, but it wasn't needed since the blinds were drawn most of the time. There was a small bathroom attached to it, but that was it.

What should I wear?

She opened her drawer. There were various articles of clothings hung neatly in the closet. Even though they were nerds doesn't mean that they couldn't be subconscious about themselves. They were human too.

There were some dresses and skirts in the closet, usually worn in the presence of Aphrodite, but that was about it.

It's just a dinner. It's not like it's a date.

WIth a shrug, she threw on a grey skirt and top. She chose her black flats. Aphrodite had clothing-checked everything before hand. It was hot outside too, it's not like she's wearing it for Percy. Even Annabeth had to admit that she liked Aphrodite's taste. A grey skirt with a pink belt (not her fault!); the flats were black with white bows on them. She pinned her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her white coat from the rack and hopped out.

The weather in Manhattan was unusually warm this season, which she found was quite peculiar. Percy was waiting for her outside wearing jeans, a solid blue shirt, and a dark pair of Raybans. He was (kind of) cute right now, just a little bit. Feeling awkward, she took out her own pair of glasses that she always kept at the bottom of her purse. A pair of grey shades that shielded her eyes from the sun. She didn't need any of that useless expensive shit, she had a pair of study glasses for five bucks.

"Let's go," He said, and took out his car keys. Even those looked expensive. They walked a few blocks away until they stopped in front of the blue mustang she saw him drive in on the first day.

Percy opened the passenger seat and closed it behind her. As the car started with loud strong pur, they raced down the streets at breakneck speeds. Annabeth could tell that the car was holding back, since Percy couldn't go very fast in the busy streets of Manhattan.

"How did you get to Olympus?" Percy asked, looking at the stoplights.

"The school let me go since I was working for Olympus, usually they don't let first years go, but I think I'm an exception." She stated, her feet itching to be put on the car's dash. She planted them firmly on the floor, telling them to stop.

"Cool," Perchy said, leaning to look at the street signs more clearly. His fingers were drumming over the wheel.

The car looked sleek, clean and modern. Everything looked so foreign to her after years of driving in dirty cars, and eating instant noodles for dinner. It made her feel alone, like she wasn't made for Percy's world. Not only was she a nerd, she was part of the poorer division in the school. She was here on scholarship, she wasn't going to lose it because she was wanted to kiss some boy.

She reached out a finger to trace the fake, but beautiful leather. She reached to turn on the radio, asking if she could with her eyes. Percy nodded, and his fingers clasped around Annabeth's, guiding her to turn to the channel he wanted.

"This isn't a good channel," She accused, "I know of way better ones."

Percy laughed, "Just shut up and listen to it Wise girl. It's good music."

"This is crap compared to my classical music," Annabeth rolled her eyes, and reached out to change the channel. Percy's hand was on the knob, not letting her change the channel.

"Stupid Seaweed Brain." She muttered.

Percy smiled at her, "You know you love me."

Annabeth promptly blushed and Percy looked away. She didn't love him. She just liked him. A lot. But not enough for it to be love.

After the lapse of [very] awkward silence, Percy cleared his throat, "We're here."

She looked out and gulped. What if your not-boyfriend brings you to one of the most expensive (but it's still casual wear) restaurants in town?

What would you do? If Percy was taking you out, what would you wear? (I might mention it in the next chapter... ;) ) Drop a comment, PM, or email me at waterbluewings gmail. com