And now it's time for messing with Percy, the part of the story where Annabeth continues to screw up Percy's life. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO

Percy's POV

Annabeth's life sucks. There, I said it. She had an annoying British stalked who couldn't take a hint, a girl who was her enemy for some unknown reason, she takes stupid advanced classes that don't make sense, and oh yeah, all of the teachers expect her to have the right answer all the time. How can she live like this every single day?

"All right, class," the teacher said. "For your warm-up, pull out your journals and draw something you did over the weekend." Oh, so this was art class. Well, the teacher might as well just put a big fat F on my paper now 'cause I couldn't draw to save my life.

"Hey, Annabeth." A journal landed in front of me and I looked up to see who had brought it to me. Ugh, you've got to be kidding me.

"Hi, Peter," I mumbled as he sat down next to me. See what I mean? Total stalker. Did he just follow Annabeth around everywhere? Pretty creepy, if you ask me.

"So, why are we sitting here today?"

"Oh, I don't know," I shrugged. "Maybe I just didn't feel like getting stalked."

"You have a stalker?" He looked upset, like he was going to punch whoever I said it was. Why did he have to act like such a tough guy?

"I was talking about you." He laughed as if he thought I was joking. Yeah, right. He took one last look at me before opening his journal and picking up his pencil. I guess I'd better get started on the warm-up.

Hmm, what to draw? So much had happened over the weekend, but I doubted anyone would believe the truth. Besides, how would I draw Annabeth and I switching bodies? Instead, I decided to just make something up. How would a girl spend her weekend? Well, girls liked puppies and romantic movies and chocolate, but that was all I could really think of. I lifted my pencil and concentrated as I began drawing. The pencil glided slowly along the page and I was feeling really good about this. I sat back and smiled as I admired my work. Who would have known I could draw?

"Um, what is that?" Peter asked. I had been so focused that I hadn't even noticed him looking over my shoulder.

"It's a puppy sitting on a couch watching a chick flick. You can't tell?"

"Uh... That's a puppy? It looks like a blob with a face. A deformed face, at that. And what is it doing?"

"He's eating chocolate."

"Did you seriously give your dog chocolate? You know they can die from that. And since when do you even have a dog?" Okay, so now he was practically asking to be punched. I thought I had done a pretty good job considering I was a horrible artist.

"I didn't actually do that," I told him.

"Well, how did you really spend your weekend? You could draw a picture of that camp you went to."

"Too late." Why couldn't he have voiced his brilliant idea a few minutes earlier? "Where's your amazing picture?"

"I wouldn't call it amazing," he smirked as he scooted his paper to where I can see it. Yeah, well neither did I. Couldn't he tell the difference between sarcasm and really meaning something? Of course, Mr. Perfect went all out for a stupid warm-up and drew a bunch of perfectly drawn people eating food.

"I volunteer for a soup kitchen every other weekend," he said.

"Oh, really? Is it 'cause your parents make you?"

"No, of course not. I really enjoy helping out with-"

"Okay, class," the teacher interrupted. "Let's start with- oh my gosh, Annabeth, what the heck is that?" She was looking over my shoulder at my artwork and I sighed.

"It's a puppy."

"Is that chocolate?"

"Yes, it is. Can we just get on with the lesson?" The teacher continued with her explanation and I zoned out after a few seconds. From the bits and pieces I picked up, I assumed it was something art related. Out of nowhere, the teacher stopped talking and everyone got up and started walking around. I stood up, too, wondering what was going on. Everyone was heading for this shelf on the back wall, so I just followed. There was a stack of poster sized papers and after the crowd dissipated, I found the one with Annabeth's name on it. Of course, she had already sketched out a perfect picture of some sort of building.

"Wow," Peter said. "That's really nice."

"It sure is," I mumbled. And Annabeth would kill me if I ruined it. I sat down at the table and just stared at the drawing. Obviously, everyone else seems to think my artistic skills need some help, so there was no way I was even going to make a line on the paper.

"Annabeth," the teacher walked up behind me. I didn't even know what her name was. "You've been sitting there for the past ten minutes. Are you going to draw anything?"

"Uh, I'm waiting for inspiration."

"Well, why don't you get inspired by just drawing." She put my pencil into my hand.

"I don't think that's the best idea."

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows at me. "Well, would you rather talk to Mr. Blofis about this?" Seriously? Did all the teachers around here just resort to calling Paul to solve their problems?

"No," I answered.

"Then get to work." She smiled and walked away. Great. What was I supposed to do, now?

"Need some help?" Peter asked.

"Not now, Peter." I lifted the pencil and was left staring at the page once more. I looked up and saw Ms. Whatever-her-name-was glaring at me from across the room. I sighed and turned to Peter.

"Okay, fine. What do you have?"

"You could make some buildings in the background and draw some nice clouds like you did on that project from last week." I stared at him blankly. If I was going to draw that, there would just be a bunch of ugly looking rectangles and ovals on the paper. He realized I didn't like the idea and started thinking again.

"Uh, okay, you could add some details to the street, like a few cars or some people walking by."

"You know what? I think I'll just draw a tree on the side."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Okay." I spent the next forty five minutes slowly stroking the paper to make a tree. It took the whole class period, but I thought it looked pretty nice. When the bell rung, I actually didn't feel like going to the next class. Of course, I didn't have a choice and hurried to put my things away before Peter followed me. Luckily, I already knew where my next class was because Annabeth and I had World Geography together. I hoped she wasn't still mad at me. . I stood back up and hurried to Ms. Bailey's class. Annabeth was already there and I sat down next to her.

"Hey," I said as I pulled my binder out. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I was mad about the whole date thing and I got a little carried away."

"And I'm really sorry, too," she said. "What happened was a complete accident and I really didn't think anyone was going to find out."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

"You didn't hear yet?" She looked relieved and smiled. "Okay, then, never mind."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I said. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." She smiled before opening up her notebook and writing something.

"Anna-" I stopped myself when I realized other people were around. "Percy, what the heck did you do?"

"I told you," she didn't look up from her paper. "I didn't do anything."

"Yes, you did. Just tell me." The bell rang right then and Ms. Bailey walked up to the front of the room and announced that we were taking a test over material that I didn't even study. I kind of had other more important things on my mind, not that I would have done it, anyways. So, I couldn't talk for the next hour, but Annabeth wasn't getting off the hook that easily. I tried passing her a note, but she ignored me and Ms. Bailey was starting to get suspicious, so I had to stop.

When the bell rang, I hadn't even answered half the questions on the test, but I turned it in anyway. Who cares? It had Annabeth's name on it, after all. Speaking of Annabeth, I saw her rushing out of the classroom and hurried to catch up.

"Annabeth!" I called. A few people gave me strange looks and I mentally slapped myself. "Percy!" I called this time, but she ignored me. I started running and felt myself suddenly falling over. I put my hands out and caught myself as I slammed onto the floor. Unfortunately, that didn't save me from the embarrassment and laughter of everyone around me. I realized my shoe was untied and hurried to tie it. Stupid shoe. Now I looked like an idiot.

"I know where your next class is!" I shouted, but she was gone. I stood up and headed for seventh period, which was Algebra. Luckily for me, Ms. Thomas had the number of our seat on the sign in sheet by the door. I went to seat number eleven and sat down, still wondering what Annabeth had done. What could be worse than what had already happened?

"Hey." My head snapped up at the voice and I couldn't believe it. Johnny Taylor sat down next to me and started on the warm-up like a normal person. What was he doing here? And why wasn't he threatening to beat me up?

"Hey, Annabeth, can I borrow a piece of paper?" Oh, right. He was being nice because at the moment, I wasn't Percy. I was a girl. And apparently, guys are nice to pretty girls. Not that Annabeth was pretty. Okay, this just got awkward. No, actually what's awkward is having a conversation in your head and then thinking it's awkward. Huh...

"Annabeth?" Johnny asked.

"Sorry," I said. "What did you want?"

"Paper." I reached into my notebook to rip one out, but stopped myself. He couldn't push me around in Annabeth's body. Even if I was a complete jerk face, he couldn't do anything about it. I smiled at the thought and put my hands back down.

"Sorry. I don't have any."

"But you have a notebook full of paper right there."

"What's your point?" He gave me a weird look and shook his head.

"You know what? Never mind. I don't need it, anyways." He pulled out his cell phone and read the screen. A smile came to his face and he chuckled as he typed a reply.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Just something this dork did earlier."

"What dork are we talking about?" I asked. Somehow, I knew it was bad news. Annabeth must have done something really bad if Johnny is texting all of his friends about it.

"Percy Jackson. You know him?" I groaned and tried to stay calm.

"What did he do?" I asked.

"He was being a dork and was sitting out during P.E. and I help out the coach during fifth period since I'm so good at football. I wanted to see what he was doing, so I took this from him." He pulled out a crinkled piece of notebook paper and handed it to me.

Peter,

I'm really excited about tomorrow night! :) I know it won't be just us and you probably don't feel the same way about me as I do about you, but I really like you. You're so amazing and talented and I really want to get to know you. I hope we can hang out ag-

The last letter was really sloppy like he had pulled it away while Annabeth was still writing. I balled my hands into fists and took a deep breath. This is not happening. This is not happening.

"I knew he was gay," Johnny laughed. That's it.

"He's not gay!" I stood up and yelled. "You hear that, everyone? Percy Jackson is not gay, okay? So just shut up! Everyone! He has a freakin' girlfriend, okay? Or at least he wishes he had one, but he's not gay!"

"I'm sorry," Johnny put his hands up. "I didn't mean to get you mad."

"Annabeth!" Ms. Thomas shouted as she walked towards me. "Go to Principal Blofis's office right now!" I realized everyone was laughing at me and I grabbed my stuff before she could say anything else. I took my time on the walk to Paul's office and felt really annoyed. How could Annabeth do this to me? I barely did anything to her and she already got me to go out on a date with her stupid crush and everyone to think I'm gay in the same day! It was so messed up.

"Well, Annabeth," Paul said when I walked in. "This is the second time today. Is something bothering you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, something is. Everyone thinks Percy is gay now and it's driving me nuts!"

He raised his eyebrows. "Ah, I see what this is about. I always knew there was something between you two."

"What? No! That's not what I meant!"

"There's no reason to be embarrassed, Annabeth. Everyone has crushes in high school and it's not uncommon for best friends to develop feelings for each other."

"Ugh!" I groaned. "You don't understand, Paul! Everyone thinks Percy is gay now!"

"And I'm assuming you're afraid that he really is."

"What? No! He is not gay and I do not have feelings for him!"

"Okay," he put his hands up in surrender. "I'll leave you alone, but listen. If you need to talk to someone, I can send you to the counselor right now."

"Please don't," I begged.

"Or I can just call your dad to pick you up, but I cannot send you back to class." I almost laughed at what he said. I wish he would call my dad. The god of the sea would have to know how to get me out of this.

"I want to go home," I told him.

"All right, then." He picked up his phone, but then stopped. "Didn't one of your teachers give you detention?" I groaned and let my head fall back. Did he have to know everything?

"Well, Annabeth, I will have to call your dad, but you're going to stay for detention. I just want you to sit in the office and try to relax for now, okay?" I thought about arguing, but decided against it. I was in enough trouble for the day and didn't want to make it worse, so I just sat down in the office for the second time that day. I will seriously go crazy if I have to live like this much longer.

Okay, guys, I hope you liked the update! What do you think about Annabeth? She's totally messing up Percy's life! XD Can't wait to write about the double date I already have some ideas in mind!