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Chapter Four

Annabeth

I slowly adjusted my body, ready to jump up or run. I waited and waited for what seemed like hours, but no hellhound appeared. I slowly got up, still clutching the stick tightly.

"Afraid of the trees?" a voice called from behind me. I whirled around and lunged, pointing the stick at where an average human's throat would be.

"Woah, woah, I'm sorry," the person said anxiously. "Trees can be, ah, formidable opponents?"

He was nervous, intimidated by my stance and speed. I quickly lowered my weapon, I mean, my, uh, stick, and stared at him. I recognized him, but he was wearing sunglasses too and I couldn't see his eyes.

"I'm sorry too," I apologized. "You startled me."

"Obviously," he snorted.

"Do I know you?" I really wanted to know; I hated not knowing.

"Um, maybe? I'm Per-Peter Johnson, but my friends call me Blue."

"Oh! Yes, yes, I was in your group for the photo shoot."

"Oh right! You wanted to eat the sandwiches," he connected, his face lighting up at his remembrance.

I laughed, but internally wondered at what he said. How could you hesitate and mess up on your own name?

"So?" he asked, "Are you afraid of trees?"

"No," I started, quickly coming up with a cover story. "There was a dog." Not a complete lie. "And it looked really scary," True. "And I have a fear of dogs," Okay, so not true. I love dogs. "So I ran away from the dog but I tripped." Partly true. All in all, a great story. The secret to a good lie is to have some truth in it.

"Ok," he chuckled. "Completely understandable."

"Thank you." I grinned at him, and he grinned back. I stared at him, admiring his nice smile, straight white teeth and tan skin, and how good he looked in his sunglasses. I absently wondered what he was doing here, but then he cleared his throat and I realized I had been staring.

I quickly snapped out of it and fought the blush I knew was creeping up my face.

"I better, um, go and see if the dog is gone," I mumbled. Really I needed to get my dagger and kill the beast.

"I'll come with you. I can't let a monster hurt a fair maiden like yourself," Peter offered.

"Oh no, really, it's ok," I replied hurriedly. I had to kill the hellhound!

"One would think you didn't like me," he joked, pretending to look hurt. I flushed a his attitude.

"It's not that. I'm just not a damsel in distress, nor are you a knight in shining armor. It's a dog, not a dragon." If only he knew how well I could take care of myself. I'd show him a few things.

He quickly backpedaled though.

"I'm sorry, you're right. You would be fine. But can I walk you back?"

"Why does it matter?" I asked, confused. I was supposed to be killing a monster, not talking to some guy! The guy in question was quite attractive though…

He rubbed his hand over his short hair and sighed.

"Look, I was trying to be smooth about it, but you aren't making this easy for me."

I frowned, unsure where he was going. All I knew was that he couldn't witness me killing what he would think was a dog because of the Mist.

"My point is," he continued, "well, you're really pretty and seem sweet and more real than the other girls here and I'd like to spend more time with you, ok?" He rushed this all out and then stared at me. I stared back, dumbstruck.

"Oh. Um, ok," I answered, feeling like a fool. How did I not realize? And how would I get my knife back?

"Ok," he replied, looking quite relieved.

"Oh gosh, is that the dog?!" I yelled and as he turned to look, I grabbed my shoe and threw it behind me. Hope he won't notice. Then I clutched Blue's arm in mock fear. I did it for the sake of the show. There was no way I was enjoying it what-so-ever.

"I don't see anything," he said, sounding confused.

"Are you sure?" I squeaked. Squeaked? Man, I was good. "I thought I saw it!"

"Don't worry," he chuckled, turning towards me. "It won't hurt you."

"Ok," I said, reluctantly letting go of his arm. Wait, what? I wasn't reluctant. "I just have to go find my shoe. It fell off when I was running."

He looked down at my foot, brow furrowed. "Okay then."

"Yeah, I'll be right back." With that I hobbled away from him. Once screened by the trees, I searched for my shoe, found it, put it on then called back to Blue.

"I haven't found it yet, oh wait, I think I see it!"

"Ok, no worries," he called back in that deep and attractive voice.

I quickly searched for my dagger in the underbrush. Upon finding it, I stood in a vulnerable place and hoped the hellhound would hear what Blue would not.

"Hey, puppy. You're so cute, y'know? Truly adorable." A growl sounded behind me and I spun, thrusting my knife out and hitting the hellhound in the chest. It yelped in surprised then faded to dust. I cleaned my knife off then returned it to its hiding place. Easy.

I then returned to Blue.

"Found it," I said, walking over to him.

"Great," he replied, grinning in relief. I asked what then struck my mind.
"You didn't think I would have ditched you, right?" He looked at me in shock then shook his head.

"N-no…" I laughed then looped my arm through his as we walked back to the shoot.

"Oh my god," Piper squealed at me. "You should totally have given him your phone number!"

We were walking back to the bus that would take us back to the main modeling building of the agency. I had told Piper about my meeting with Peter Johnson, aka Blue.

"Uh, Piper, I just met him. I didn't give him my name, much less my phone number," I replied uneasily.

"No," Piper gasped then turned to me. "You didn't even tell him your name?!"

"No," I shrugged. "We were having so much fun talking, why would I interrupt?"

"Oh my god! It's like Cinderella! A mysterious meeting, then leaving with no contact," she sighed. I snorted, thinking about what I had done to my shoe.

"Well, we aren't in some Disney movie. Besides, he nicknamed me. I didn't need to tell him my name."

Truth was, I was uneasy. I wasn't a flirt and I'd only had one boyfriend. I didn't want to mess up with Blue, so I just responded to what he gave me. I didn't offer much.

"A nickname?!" Piper squealed again. I glared at her. She then breathed deeply. "I'm sorry. I don't normally get like this. I hate girly girls. I just get all excited about love though!"

Yep, definitely daughter of Aphrodite. I'll have to figure out a way to get her to camp…

"But a nickname?" she exclaimed again. "That means he's into you! What is the name?" I blushed furiously.

"It's Sandwich Girl," I muttered.

"Wait, what?"

"We met first when I asked about eating sandwiches, so he called me Sandwich Girl."

"You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. That is the most adorable thing! That means that he's happy he met you, to give you a nickname about your meeting."

"Oh." It made sense.

"Next shoot we do with these boys, I am making you give him your number."

"Fine," I grumbled, only faking being about unhappy about it as we climbed into the bus.

And Annabeth's plan! Spur of the moment thinking, really ;)

So, what did you think of using Piper to convey the last part of Annabeth's time with Blue? Was it weird? I wanted to change it up a bit.

Spring Break is now over, so I won't be able to update quite as frequently. I'll try though. Next chapter is Annabeth at Camp Half-Blood!

So, yeah! Thanks for reading! Please review :)