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Annabeth's POV

I couldn't believe Percy was being such a jerk. I mean, seriously, there was no way he was that stupid, right? He acted like I was completely overreacting about the whole changing thing, but what girl wouldn't? And then he called Peter Phillips "nobody important." Peter Phillips, for crying out loud! He was two years older than me, but we were both in track and I got to hang out with him at some of the meets. Surprisingly, he had actually taken an interest in me, but Percy blew it off like it was nothing. Oh, gods, I was going to kill him if he ruined my chances with Peter. Not to mention the bra thing. I was going to have a serious talk with him about that later.

The ride to school was pretty awkward. I had to explain to Percy's mom that "Annabeth" had to get a ride with us since "she" didn't have a ride to school. I explained that we might have to do this for a while, though I hoped not. I was more than ready to get back in my own body. Percy and I were still mad at each other, so we both looked out our respective windows most for most of the ride. Sally sensed the tension and tried to lighten the mood with small talk, but it didn't help

"You two have fun at school," she told us when we were in front of the school. She pulled away and once she was gone, I grabbed Percy by the shoulder.

"Don't do anything stupid," I warned. "I'll see you at lunch if we have any problems."

"Same goes to you," he said, looking irritated. We went our separate ways once we were inside and I pulled his schedule out of my pocket to see where I would be going first. Luckily, we had most of the same teachers and classes, just at different times, so this shouldn't be too hard. The bell rang and I started towards first period: Biology.

"Hey, Jackson!" someone called. I turned to see Johnny, one of the football players, and a few of his friends coming towards me. He sat next to me in Algebra and we helped each other out occasionally. He was pretty nice and definitely popular.

"Hey, Johnny," I smiled and waited for him to catch up, only to be pushed up against the lockers behind me. What the heck? "Hey, what's your problem?" I asked. I'd never seen him act like this.

"You are, Jackson," he stated. His friends laughed from behind him as they watched. "Now, where's my history homework?" He shoved me again and I was really starting to get mad.

"Your homework?" I asked, my voice rising in volume. "Why would I do your homework for you? You've got a brain. Use it." We had an audience now and I heard someone say "ooh, burn!" Johnny looked mad and a bit embarrassed. Good.

"What was that, Jackson? We had an agreement. I don't think you want to get on my bad side."

"Really?" I asked. "And why is that?" I watched as his hands balled up into fists and realized my mistake. I was used to being a girl and not having to worry about getting hit by a guy if I badmouth him. I don't know a guy who would sink that low. However, if he thought I was a guy, there was nothing stopping him from beating me to a pulp. Wonderful.

"Johnny," I said nicely in an attempt to calm him down. "Why don't we settle this like adults? I'm sure you would-" I was cut off as his fist flung straight for my face. Luckily, I was expecting it, so I moved to the side before I could get hit. This seemed to make him even angrier and he tried again, only for me to slide out of the way. I'd had a lot of practice with fighting, and while most of it was with my dagger, I knew what to do in a fist fight.

"Whoa!" Mr. Sparks, the health teacher, called as he made his way to us. "Break it up!" I took a step back so I wouldn't get him mad, but Johnny tried to grab my collar and I had to react. Before he had a firm hold on my shirt, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it to the left. He gave a quick cry of pain before Mr. Sparks was on me, pushing me against the lockers. I looked at Johnny, who was holding his wrist and tried to look innocent.

"Get to class!" Principal Blofis called to the crowd of students as he came down the hall. As everyone cleared the hallway, he looked disappointedly at me and Johnny. "You two," he barked. "In my office now!" Mr. Sparks walked along with us as we made our way to the office. I guess he thought we'd break into a fight if he left us alone.

"I am very disappointed in the both of you," Paul stated when we were both sitting down in front of his desk. I was glad I knew him personally so he would be more likely to believe me, but I wasn't sure how much that would help if Johnny made a big deal out of this. I zoned out as Paul started going on about how much we have ahead of us and the consequences of getting into a fight, blah, blah, blah. This wasn't fair at all. Johnny has been bullying Percy and I didn't even know about it. Why didn't he tell me? We could have reported it and done something. I would have taken Johnny any day if he wanted me to. No, he shouldn't have even had to tell me. If I was a good friend, I would have figured out on my own.

"He started it!" Johnny's sudden outburst interrupted my thoughts. "He started punching me and-"

"Seriously?" I asked. "If I punched you, where's your black eye? Or broken nose?" I paused, waiting for him to answer, but he just looked at me like he wanted to get back at me later. Bring it on, I thought. No one messes with my best friend. "This guy has been making me do his homework and threatening to beat me up for a long time. Today, I stood up to him and he tried to beat me up. I didn't do anything to him." I wanted to make sure Percy got completely off the hook. As far as I knew, he didn't do anything wrong.

"That's not what I saw," Mr. Sparks argued. "When I came out in the hallway, Percy here was about to twist his arm off!"

"Is that so," Paul said as he took notes. My jaw dropped open.

"What?" I asked. "That was self defense! He was coming at me!"

"Percy," Paul said softly. "Calm down. We'll get this settled out. Mr. Sparks, will you escort Jonathon back to class? I'd like to speak to Percy alone for a while." I watched as they left, Johnny glaring at me on the way out.

"Percy," Paul shuffled in his seat uncomfortably. "I know you're a good kid, and I really want to believe you, but knowing your history, it's difficult to blow this off as nothing."

"You don't believe me?" I asked incredulously. "Paul, I didn't do anything! He tried to punch me!"

"I want to believe that you're innocent, but I can't just say I believe you without any evidence, especially when I have a teacher who is a witness and is telling me otherwise. Jonathon could make a big deal out of this and say I let you off the hook since I'm dating your mother and I could lose my job. I'll try my best to keep you from getting in too much trouble, but I can't guarantee anything. Now, I think it would be best if you get back to class." He wrote me a pass and I walked to class, feeling really frustrated. Maybe Percy put up with Johnny the whole time because he didn't want to get blamed for everything. Maybe I had just made the situation worse rather than helping.

"Mr. Jackson," Ms. Roberts acknowledged me as I walked in. I handed her my pass and stood there, waiting for her to say something. She looked irritated and shooed me away. "Go on. Sit in your assigned seat." Assigned seat? Oh, gods, this wasn't going to go well. I turned around and prayed that there would be only one empty seat. Of course, there were four empty desks and I had no way of knowing where I was supposed to sit. Were they in alphabetical order? Was it based off of grades and behavior? Or were they just picked at random? Ms. Roberts cleared her throat behind me and I went straight for the nearest seat, which was in the front row.

"Oh, you're trying to be funny now?" Ms. Roberts said accusingly as a few students around me snickered. "You got into a fight this morning and now you think you're a hotshot, eh?"

"What?" I asked. "No, I'm not," I protested, scrambling out of the seat and tripping over my untied shoelace in the process. Luckily, I caught myself on the desk in front of me before I fell over, but that didn't stop the whole class from breaking into fits of laughter. Ms. Roberts had her hands on her hips and I hurried to another empty seat, hoping that it was where Percy normally sits. Ms. Roberts gave me one last irritated look before starting the lesson. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried my best to take notes, but it was hard to see what she was writing on the board with my Dyslexia. By the time I could make out what the words said, Ms. Roberts was erasing them and writing something else.

When the bell rang, I rushed out of class with the others, hoping not to get called out by Ms. Roberts. Luckily, she was talking to another student and didn't even seem to notice as I left. Second period was English, which should definitely go better. Mr. Andrews was really patient and didn't have assigned seats, so I shouldn't have any problems in there. I got a seat at the front of the classroom and waited for class to start.

"Welcome back, everyone," Mr. Andrews said as he closed the door and moved to the front of the room. "I hope you've all had a nice, long break. Now, if you will all take out your books, that would be wonderful." I pulled out Percy's iPod, which had the audio version of Romeo and Juliet on it. Mr. Andrews had given both Percy and I permission to use audio books since we're Dyslexic and I was relieved. He was the only teacher who really seemed to understand how hard school can be when you can't read as easily as everyone else.

"Okay, I want all of you to split up into three groups so you can discuss the questions together." I stood and walked over to a group that was forming and sat down with them.

"Hey," someone said from behind me and I groaned. "What happened this morning? There are rumors going on all over the school that you kicked Johnny Gunner's butt." I turned to look at my red headed nightmare and tried to put on my best friendly face.

"Hey, Rachel," I told her. "I'd rather not talk about it right now."

"Okay, whatever," she muttered as she took a seat next to me. Great. I knew that I was going to have to see her when I begged my dad to move to New York so I could go to Goode with Percy, but I'd done pretty well at avoiding her up to this point. She was always hanging out with Percy, though and I guess I'd have to pretend to be her friend until Percy and I get switched back. Oh, gods, help me.

"How does the suicidal impulse that both Romeo and Juliet exhibit relate to the overall theme of young love?" one kid read from the paper. "This is stupid," he laughed. "Well, Romeo and Juliet are in love, right? And a lot of teenagers are in love too, only they're not. They only think they are. And if they really do love each other, they get tired of living such basic lives and kill themselves so they can go to heaven together and live happily ever after." Oh my gods, was he being serious? Did he even read the book? I could almost feel my brain turning to mush.

"No," the guy next to him said. "I think it's saying that teenagers shouldn't fall in love because they start feeling suicidal and break vases when they really love someone."

"Tyler, you're just saying that 'cause Tessa just broke up with you," the first guy said.

"Shut up, Kyle!" There were a few snickers around the table and I put my head in my hands.

"Idiots," I mumbled, a little too loudly. Everyone's heads snapped towards me and I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"Oh, yeah, you think you could do better, Jackson?" Kyle asked.

"Yes, I do, actually," I stated, not sure if this was the best idea or not, but the events of the morning played back in my mind and I was tired of messing things up. I was ready to tell someone off and I was sure I knew enough about this play to give a decent answer. "Romeo and Juliet are just teenagers, and most of the characters don't think they're old enough to make good decisions yet. No one thinks they can really love someone. Really, it's much more intense than everyone else seems to think, to the extent that they are both willing to die for the other. They love each other so much that they can't live without the other and would rather kill themselves than go on living. How many adults do you know who would do the same?"

"Very good answer, Percy," Mr. Andrews said from behind me. I turned to see the entire class staring at me. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks again and couldn't believe that I just did that. I looked back at Kyle and Tyler, who were staring at me with their mouths slightly ajar.

"Dude," Kyle said in shock. "Are you gay? 'Cause you started to sound like a girl just now." Oh, gods, what did I do? I guess most guys didn't look that deeply into Romeo and Juliet.

"Uh, no" I said, feeling even more embarrassed. I was so ready for this day to be over. I stayed quiet for the rest of the period, though Mr. Andrews kept trying to get me to answer the questions. I already knew that this would spread around the school like wildfire and wished I could just start the day over. Yeah, Percy was definitely going to kill me.

So, what do you guys think of Annabeth's first day at school as Percy? Not her best day, I can tell you that for sure. We'll see how Percy's doing in the next chapter. :)

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