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Percy's POV

I studied Annabeth's schedule as I walked through the hallway. I sighed when I saw that she had Athletics first period. I guess I was going to be starting the day out with running. Well, this stinks. I probably should have worn shorts or something, but oh well. I wasn't going to track down Annabeth and tell her to change me. That would have been really awkward. I mean, which restroom would we go in? Someone would probably tell a teacher, who would get Paul, who would tell my mom. Yeah, that wasn't the best idea. Not to mention the fact that I was still angry with her about this morning and I don't think she was too happy with me, either. I saw a flash of bright red hair a little further up the hall and hurried to catch up with her.

"Hey, Rachel," I told her when I was walking next to her. She turned to me, looking really confused.

"Hey, Annabeth," she said slowly, like she was waiting for me to do something.

"What class do you have first period?" I asked her as I slipped the schedule back in my pocket.

"Algebra." She still seemed hesitant.

"Darn it! I was hoping you would be in Athletics with me. I really-"

"Okay, I don't know what you're trying to pull, Annabeth, but can you please just tell me why you're talking to me so I can get on with my life?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. What was that supposed to mean? I mean, I knew that she and Annabeth weren't like best friends and didn't talk much, but I always figured they at least got along.

"I'm not trying to pull anything," I told her finally. "I just thought we could be friends."

She snorted. "Yeah, right. Did Percy put you up to this? You know what, never mind. I think you should get to the gym so you have time to get dressed before the bell rings. I'll see you la-"

"What?" I exclaimed, stopping in the middle of the hallway. I could tell Rachel wanted to keep walking, but she stopped next to me anyway. "You mean I have to change my clothes?" I couldn't go into the girls' locker room and change clothes with all of the other girls. But what other option did I have? I couldn't skip class. I'd never done it before and I had no doubt I'd get caught. Oh, gods, Annabeth was going to kill me!

"Uh, yeah, don't you have, like, a uniform? I don't think you can work out in that." She gestured to my t-shirt and jeans, which would definitely rip if I had to stretch and run around.

"Oh, gods!" I face palmed myself and shook my head. What was I going to do? "Rachel, you've got to help me! I can't go in there and…" I trailed off, not able to go on. This was just wonderful. Why hadn't Annabeth warned me about this?

"What am I supposed to do?" she asked, looking irritated. "I need to get to class."

"I don't know, anything that will get me working out."

"Oh! I've got it!" Before I could ask what her idea was, she kicked my ankle as hard as she could and I yelped, grabbing her shoulder for support so I wouldn't fall onto the floor.

"Ow! What the heck was that for?" I asked.

"That's your excuse," she told me. "You can't work out because you hurt your ankle."

"Well, I could have just lied about it. You didn't have to kick me."

"Oh, I guess you're right." She shrugged as if she hadn't thought about it. "Well, I'd better get to class." She walked away with a smug look on her face and left me feeling annoyed. Did she and Annabeth really treat each other like that all the time? I guess I'd have to talk to Annabeth about that later. I started limping to the gym and made it there just before the bell rang. I went to the coach's office and found Coach Johnson talking to another girl. I waited while they finished their conversation and wondered how to explain this. What if she didn't believe me?

"What do you want, Chase?" the coach's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, Coach Johnson," I said, trying my best to word this correctly. "I can't work out today; I hurt my ankle."

"Oh, really?" she asked suspiciously. "I don't have time for games now, Annabeth. We have a meet this Friday and I need all of my runners at practice this week."

"I'm not lying," I said, a little nervously. I felt like her eyes were looking straight into my soul and it was creeping me out. "I, uh, fell down this morning and- OW!" I grabbed my ankle as she kicked it lightly, which made it hurt even worse.

"Huh, so you were telling the truth," she shrugged. "All right, you can sit out for today. But I want you running twice as much tomorrow to make up for today. Is that clear?" I nodded and hobbled out of the office. I guess I was going to have to find another way out of this tomorrow. And this time I wouldn't be asking Rachel for any help.

A few minutes later, I was sitting on the side of the track, watching the other girls run laps. A few gave me angry looks, but most just ignored me. After a few minutes, I got bored and started playing with the grass, picking up little pieces and just running my fingers through it. I was aware of a presence behind me and looked up to see none other than Peter Phillips standing there. I groaned.

"What are you doing here, Peter?" I asked. "The girls are practicing right now."

"The guys just came out," he answered, sitting down next to me.

"Well, why aren't you running with them?"

"I wanted to make sure you were okay. What happened?"

"My ankle. It's not a big deal," I said, hoping the conversation would stop there, but of course it didn't.

"What happened to it?" The concerned look on his face irritated me.

"My friend kicked it this morning."

"Was it that Jackson kid? 'Cause if he's bothering you, I'll go give him a piece of my mind."

I snorted. Did he honestly think I would hurt Annabeth like that? "No, it wasn't him. Right now, you're the only person who's bothering me."

He laughed and I stared at him in disbelief. Couldn't he take a hint? What did Annabeth see in him?

"Isn't your coach going to get mad at you?" I asked.

He shrugged. "Probably, but I don't really care. I'd rather keep you company."

"Phillips!" the guys' coach hollered before I could make a sarcastic comment. "Get off your butt and run with the rest of your class!"

"I've got to go," he smiled sheepishly. "I'll see you later, Annabeth." He got up and ran towards the track with the rest of the group.

"I'll see you later, Annabeth," I said in my best impression of Peter and rolled my eyes. Just because he was British and had an accent didn't make him special. Why did all of the girls seem to like him so much? I spent the majority of the next hour contemplating this, but I couldn't figure it out. Girls were so hard to understand. Before I knew it, Coach Johnson was bringing the class in and I stood up to join them. Luckily, the guys were staying out for a few more minutes, so I didn't have to worry about talking to Mr. Perfect again. At least, not until later.

I found Annabeth's backpack where I had left it on a bench outside of the girls' locker room and waited there until the bell finally rung. It was then that I realized that the coffee from that morning was starting to get to me and I really needed to go pee. Without another thought, I turned and opened the door to the restroom. One guy's jaw dropped and another just stared at me in shock. What was the big deal? I just had to go to the restroom. I started walking past them when I saw myself in the mirror. My eyes widened and I hurried out of the restroom. Annabeth was so going to kill me. How could I go into the guys' restroom? People stared and started whispering when they saw me leave and I looked at the floor as I hurried down the hall.

I headed to Biology and walked in two minutes before the bell. About half the class was there and I remembered that we had assigned seats. Oh, gods, where was I supposed to sit? I hope Annabeth hadn't gotten me in too much trouble for this.

"Annabeth!" someone called and I groaned when I saw Peter waving his arms in the air to get my attention. The desk next to him was empty and I assumed that was where Annabeth normally sat. What was he doing in here, anyways? This was a freshmen class and he was a junior. I decided to just sit next to him before I got Annabeth even angrier with me.

"Hey, I couldn't find you in the hall," he said when I sat down.

"I had to go to the restroom," I said, hoping he hadn't somehow already heard about my mistake.

"It's all right," he said. "Hey, did you hear about your friend Percy this morning?"

"No. What did he do?" I wasn't sure how Annabeth could do anything worse than walking into the wrong bathroom, but maybe she wouldn't be able to get that mad at me if she did something bad as well.

"He got into a fight with Johnny Taylor." My jaw dropped open. Annabeth picked a fight with Johnny? Why would she do that? I really hoped she wasn't beaten up too badly. I was going to give him a piece of my mind for beating up a girl. Of course, he didn't know he was beating up a girl, but that's beside the point.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Mr. Sparks stopped it before anything major happened, but from what I've heard, your friend would have had him begging for mercy pretty soon."

"Seriously?" Wow. I guess I wasn't expecting that. Johnny was a football player, and a strong one at that. Sure, Annabeth was tough with her dagger, but I'd never seen her in a fistfight.

"Yeah. You're friend is pretty tough."

"You have no idea," I mumbled. Then the realization hit me. Annabeth had gotten in a fight. In my body. This is exactly what I had tried so hard to avoid with Johnny. What if I got expelled? My mom wouldn't be too happy if I got kicked out of another school, particularly the one that her boyfriend works at. What if this ruins their relationship?

The bell rang and Ms. Roberts started the lesson. I spent most of the period thinking about how I could fix this. With my history, I was sure Johnny could find a way to turn the fight on me and make it all my fault. When Ms. Roberts turned to write something on the board, Peter nudged me and passed me a piece of paper. He sent notes in class? Did he really think girls like this kind of thing? How cliché. And didn't he know that Annabeth was dyslexic? It would take forever for her to decipher his handwriting.

I opened it up anyways to see a picture of a crazy looking woman with bulging eyes and a ridiculously small nose. She was surrounded by a bunch of frogs and I was able to make out "Ms. Roberts" at the top of the page. It looked pretty accurate to me, though it needed something. I lifted my pencil and drew the mole on her cheek way larger than it actually is. Perfect. I laughed a little to myself and started to pass it back to Peter, but another hand snatched it first.

"Is this your idea of funny, Ms. Chase?" Ms. Roberts asked as she looked at the drawing. "Why don't you join your friend Percy Jackson in detention this afternoon."

"What?" I exclaimed. "I didn't even draw that! I wouldn't-"

"Would you like me to send you to the principal's office instead?"

"No."

"All right, then I'll see you after school. As I was saying, DNA and RNA are not the same thing. Can anyone explain the differences for me?" Ms. Roberts went on with the lesson and I started to wonder what Annabeth had done to get detention. I guess today wasn't the best day for either of us.

Sorry, Peter mouthed when Ms. Roberts went back to the board, but I just ignored him. How was it fair for me to take the blame for his drawing? All I did was look at it and make it slightly better. Next period wasn't too great either. Usually I don't mind English because Mr. Andrews is a pretty cool teacher, but it turns out Annabeth had a bit of an incident in there this morning.

"Does anyone have a good answer to the first question?" Mr. Andrews asked after a few minutes of discussing with our groups. Honestly, I hadn't been keeping up with Romeo and Juliet. It was pretty boring and everyone already knows they die in the end, so what's the point? Mr. Andrews looked disappointed when no one was able to give a good answer.

"How does the suicidal impulse that both Romeo and Juliet exhibit relate to the overall theme of young love?" he repeated the question. "No one can answer this? I wish you were all in my second period class; one of my students gave an extraordinary answer."

Please don't say my name. Please don't say my name, I thought as I crossed my fingers. If Annabeth gave an answer for such a stupid question, that would look really bad for me.

"Percy Jackson," Mr. Andrews continued and I sunk lower in my seat. "You may know him. He gave a wonderful answer this morning. I don't remember exactly what he said, but I'll tell you the gist of it. Basically, Romeo and Juliet are teenagers and everyone looks down on them for that reason, but their love is so intense that they would both die for the other without a second thought. Not many adults would do the same. I'm going to see if he'll write out the answers to these questions so you all can see the level that you should be thinking on."

Oh, gods. What was Annabeth thinking? Didn't she care at all about what I have left of a reputation?

"No wonder Kyle thought he was gay," I heard one guy whispering to his friend. I sunk lower in my seat self-consciously. I wasn't sure how Annabeth planned on fixing this, but I was definitely going to get back at her for this.

Poor Percy and Annabeth! Lol if you guys have any ideas about what other ways they can ruin each other's reputations, let me know and I'll be happy to consider.

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