Chapter 11

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XI-Percy

I knew that Annabeth was not going to the bathroom. I wondered a little, but I didn't follow her. Friends or not, I was going to respect her privacy. I shrugged and kept on reading, with a bit of a struggle on every few words. I was nearly a quarter through. Wait, what? I've been reading it for nearly 2 weeks now, and this book isn't that think, even for my standards. Annabeth would have breezed through this, no problem.

My thoughts have latched onto Annabeth. I was taking the breakup okay, but only because of the small string of hope that something, anything would happen to make things okay again. I sighed, and closed the book. I looked up, and saw that Annabeth wasn't back yet. Gods, even though we are done, she plagues my thoughts every single day.

I look at the instructions for the first time during class, and start the first thing. When I barely finished, the bell rang.

"The things that you haven't finished will be sent home as an assignment, due next Friday." A lot of kids groaned. Great, now I had an assignment to add on to the stress. Well, that was something that could help distract me, so that was something. Think positively, right?

I gathered my stuff and headed out to the door, buffeted the rush of other kids. I go to my locker and find the things I'll need for the last class-wait, it's the end of the day! Yes! I pumped my fist in the air, mentally celebrating. I got my stuff and pushed them into my bag. I went to the gate and unchained my bike, which I used as my form of transport. I saw Annabeth hurry to her bike too, wait, she uses a bike too?

"You use a bike as well?" I voice my thought cautiously. She blushes, a light pink spreading from her cheeks. I honestly don't know why she is blushing. Oh well. Girls are a mystery of life. Annabeth nods super fast, and swings her legs onto the pedals. It's as if she wants to get away from me as fast as she can. That's weird. I place my feet on the pedals and pedal in the direction of my house. I dodge people and make it back without breaking a sweat.

I open the door with my keys and enter the house.

-Annabeth-

As I pedal to my house, I think of the pros and cons. If I ask Percy, there is a chance that he will say okay. That, on itself, is a big point. If Percy rejects me, I will be hurt and broken. Ugh, this is annoying. Before I know it, I am at my home. I take my keys out and unlock the door.

I make my way to my room, unpack my bag neatly, and sit on my swivel chair. I swivel around, thinking about Percy, blueprints, Percy, school, assignments, Percy, Percy, and Percy. I groan. I swivel back to the table that is in front of me, and start drawing a simple sketch of the Parthenon. It helps to distract me from my thoughts for a while, which is something I need right now. By the time I stop thinking of Percy, my hair will be graying. I finish, and the table is in a mess. I hurriedly neaten the table, and soon it is clean. Straightening out stuff also helps my ADHD.

I get some chocolate chip cookies from the oven, pour myself a glass of milk, and place them on my table to eat. As expected, they definitely aren't as tasty as Sally's, but they are good. Speaking of cookies, they must be an extremely common hobby of women. Everyone seems to make them.

The rest of the day bores the life out of me.

-Time skip to next morning-

I wake up, feeling sick. Arachne + Tartarus = A very sick and sweaty Annabeth. I take a quick shower to refresh myself, and soon I am feeling fine. That's when I remember about Percy. I am asking him to take me back. I also remember about the fact that I have absolutely nothing planned, at all. He will expect me to have a fantastic date ready for him. Oh gods, why did I not think about that? I should've prepared, and gotten a plan ready. Oh crap. Hmm, what should I do? Maybe a picnic at the park will suffice and a trip to Camp Half-Blood. Yeah, that will be alright, I guess. Oh no, I need to tell him what to wear, formally or casually, which one? Casually will have to do. There, everything is done. I break off my crazed morning rant.

I sure hope the Fates are with me today. If they aren't? Well, frankly, I am screwed.