What I Dreamed Last Night, chapter 1
A/N: Hey, everybody! I tend to get antsy when I have nothing to do (urgh, episode won't load...) so, I decided to begin one of my Multi-Chapter fanfictions I've had under my belt for awhile. Please, enjoy! This is the 7, plus other characters, in a High School setting, (NO GODS), days before Prom. What will happen to them here? Let's see!
June 15th. Ten days before Goode High's tenth annual Prom. The hallways are flooded with students, eagerly discussing and asking their chosen ones to be their dates to this event. Girls running to the boys, asking in a voice similar to a chipmunk, or the boys asking the girls over a text, because they're too afraid to ask in person. Roses attached to notes asking to go to Prom became frequent, and teachers constantly reminding their students of the dress codes and the rules of the Prom. It was so important, every student said the word with a capital "P", as if it could be said with a capital. It was Prom, one of the biggest events of their high school days.
Annabeth Chase walks down the crowded hallway, holding her books close to her chest. Dressed in a white t-shirt and jeans, she was practical and ready for anything. Posessing a sharp mind and clear logic, she would be anybody's choice for Prom. Beautiful, intelligent, a bit of a sharp tongue and nearly undatable, nobody had asked her yet, however. Too stunned by her grey eyes that intimidated even the scariest students, they parted their way for her and her friends, as they walk down the hallway. This particular day, she was chatting with her friends, simply making talk. Piper, Reyna, Calypso (an exchange student from Greece), Hazel and Thalia accompanied her, as they had been attached at the arms nearly all year. All of them avoiding the subject they dreaded the most. Stopping in front of the room 2A7, she waves farewell to Reyna, Thalia and Hazel, and enters the classroom with Piper and Calypso.
"-mean, why is it such a big deal? It's only a dance where we would get sweaty and pressed up against people we really don't need to be pressed up against."
"Calypso, not that I don't agree with you, but it is fun. You can dance all night, and wear dresses, and just have fun, because we sure as hell know, life after this will suck." Annabeth sits on her desk, smiling as the bemused look on Calypso's face. Piper, taking a seat on the desk opposite hers, smirks at Annabeth.
"Annabeth, who're you going with to Prom? I mean, you have to have somebody at this point."
"Nah, nobody's asked me yet. Still trying to decide who I would want to go with." Annabeth replies, flipping through one of the reference books that had been brought home with homework, "I mean, it's no big deal if I go alone. Reyna's going alone."
"Yeah, cause she's Reyna-"
"Oh, right. And who do you wanna go with, Piper?" Annabeth shoots viciously, smirking. Piper's cheeks grow pink, as Calypso looks between her friends. Nervously running her fingers through her auburn hair, she turns to Annabeth for an explanation.
"Piper's had a crush on Jason Grace for the entire year. She's begging for him to ask her, but she doesn't want to ask him because apparently, it'll make her look bad."
"It will?" Calypso inquires, turning her head to look at Piper, who widens her eyes at Annabeth's words. Slipping off the desk, she prods Annabeth in the chest, who in turn, slides off the desk as well.
"No, it won't! I just don't want to ask him cause he's always surrounded by people! You know what I mean? Like, Drew Tanaka, or that Octavian guy. If I ask him in front of them, it'll be a mess!"
"No, it won't," Annabeth replies smoothly, shaking her head at her worried friend, "Jason's a nice guy, and he won't let them make fun of you." She pulls a pencil out of her pencil case, heading over to the trash can, "One sec, guys, gotta sharpen this."
She begins to turn the sharpener in her hand, as the blunt point of her pencil won't do for this class, when she hears somebody scream "LOOK OUT!"
Looking up, she sees only a blur of black and blue heading her way, before the figure and herself go down, crashing in a fantastic mess and falling to the ground. Annabeth is dizzy for a moment, fighting to regain a sense of gravity, before someone else helps her to her feet. She finds her arms around Piper and Calypso's shoulders, as she looks down at the other recipient of their collision. Percy Jackson.
His skateboard is in the corner of the classroom, having skidded over there after the collision. His black hair is hidden by a beanie, the grey one that he never seemed to take off. His green eyes are unfocused and wide, but when he slowly comes to, he widens them and stumbles to his feet, having to grab onto 's desk.
"Wow, that...are you alright?" He asks, looking at Annabeth, who's still trying to make sense of what happened. He stretches a hand towards her, trying to help the girls out, but Piper and Calypso back up considerably. "That was an accident. I didn't mean to make Wise Girl here tumble off her feet.
"Your brain is full of kelp," Annabeth groans, "Why do you bring that stupid skateboard to class? I mean, only lets you keep it cause you're his stepson. Can't you keep your stupidity somewhere else?"
"Hey, can't keep what I never had. Sheesh, you need to calm down," Percy grabs the pencil that Annabeth had been sharpening moments before the crash, "Like, seriously. No wonder no guy wants to come with you to Prom." 'Except me'
"Plenty of guys want to go with Annabeth!" Piper rises to her defence, glaring at the accident prone, skater kid in front of her, "She's just deciding who she still wants. Besides, why would anyone want to go with you is the question!"
"Oh, I'm plenty of fun, unlike your Wise Girl over here," Percy flashes a crooked smile at the angered friend, "She's so tightly wound, not even a Boy Scout could undo those knots in her shoulder. She's no fun at all."
"Yes, I am!" Annabeth rises to the challenge, blowing a piece of hair out of her face, "Way more fun then you, Seaweed Brain!" The nickname that Percy tried to forget is thrown back in his face, after an accident at the aquarium earlier that year. "I am the queen of fun! You think you have moves, Jackson? I have even better ones that'll blow you off your feet!" Not that Annabeth had a quick temper, but with Percy Jackson, her emotions got the better of her, and logic was screaming in silence, trying to restrain her from making stupid choices. But with Percy, emotions always got the better of her.
"Would you want to show your moves, then, to me?" Percy asks, sticking his face up in hers, a dangerous smirk on his face, "I mean, at the dance. Or are you going to step down and be the good little Wise Girl everybody knows you are, Chase?
"Name your time and place, Jackson, and I'll be there."
"Seven o' clock, your place, my car, the school."
"Done."
"Done."
"Fine."
"Fine."
Only did Annabeth just realize that she had just agreed to go to Prom with Percy Jackson. The snarl on her face disappears, and Percy simply laughs. Walking away from the argument, Piper and Calypso stand frozen and in shock at what has just happened. Annabeth Chase had just agreed to go to Prom, with a capital "P", with the rebel and skater, Percy Jackson. May God have mercy on their souls.
Piper is still snickering over the events of earlier when she walks in with Calypso to the Math Class they had next. Walking into Room 3B1, she plops her books onto her desk, which is snugly placed next to Calypso's. Sliding into the desk, she waits for Calypso to do the same, and she brings the girl down, whispering in her ear.
"Okay, so do you want to go with anybody to Prom, Calypso?"
Calypso is quiet, thinking of people she would consider going to Prom with, before shaking her head. A lie, of course, but she wasn't sure about her choices yet. She fiddles with the rope bracelet on her wrist, staring down at the her anklet that dances up her leg. She was definitely lying, but Piper clearly couldn't see it yet.
"No, not yet, Piper."
"Oh, c'mon!" Piper laughs, "There's gotta be at least somebody you find cute in your classes? What about Will Solace, in your culinary class? He's your partner, right? Or Garrett Willford, in your gym class? There has to be someone that'll attract your attention."
"No, not at the moment."
Piper sighs, shaking her head, as she fidgets with the ruffled pink tank top her mother bought her, "There is someone, isn't there? You just don't want to tell me?" When Calypso still doesn't reply, she smirks gently at the girl, "I'll find out, one way or another, Calypso. You'll see."
"Find out what, Mclean?"
Piper has to prevent herself from groaning out loud when she hears the sound of that voice. Ugh. Dylan. The king of the jerks, and famous for having failed their grade twice. Turning her head, she sees the famous jerk, dressed in his snapback and gold chains. He carries his phone, texting madly into it, before turning his attention back to Piper. His startling blue eyes unnerve her in such a way, she can't help but want to turn away.
"Nothing, Dylan."
"You know," Dylan says, as he slowly leans over, getting dangerously close to Piper, "There are a lot of guys out there who want to take you to Prom, Mclean. Why don't you come with me? There are some bad, bad guys. I can protect ya."
"Yeah, protect me from what? Monkeys? Back off, Dylan, and take your snapbacks with you. I don't care for hats that are asking for 40 year old women to bang them. Cause really, that's all you're attracting at this moment."
Dylan blushes considerably, his mouth slightly open from the insult. Calypso begins to laugh, as Dylan slowly backs away, grumbling under his breath. Piper, satisfied with the exchange, turns back to Calypso, continuing to prod her about somebody she could bring to Prom. Unaware, though, that a certain Jason Grace has been hanging about the doorway, and watching the conversation. He crosses his arms, his sky blue t-shirt tight on his arms as he did. His stomach begins to flutter, as though butterflies are flying inside of his system. God, Piper was amazing. She was not only beautiful, but had a fierce tongue, and could defend herself from jerks like Dylan. He admired her for it. He bites his lip, trying to think of a way to appoach her and ask her, but instead, he makes his way into the class, waving half-heartedly at Piper, and wondering if he'll ever man up, and get the guts to ask her to Prom before somebody else did. Setting down his backpack beside his desk, he looks at his agenda, and adds something else, in hurried writing, before shutting it, and the bell rings.
"Ask Piper Mclean to Prom, or you're a goner."
