Annabeth has a twin sister who's completely spoiled and rotten in every possible way you can possibly imagine. But what happens when she rises to fame and gets even more spoiled and rotten as the days go by? And how come she happens to steal away he very thing that Annabeth likes?

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan's Characters, not mine.

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I watch as my dad pulls away, his engine purring as the care rode away in the distance. For only a moment I stood there, staring at the back of his car until I could no longer see it. I clutched my phone to my chest. Oh how nervous I was.

About an hour ago I got a text from a girl that I meat in a fancy bathroom last night. That girl was Thalia. I didn't think I'd ever see her again, just remember hear through an odd memory, but she decided to contact me just at the time I was ready to go nuts, asking me to hang out at her place. What she didn't mention was that here house was a freaking mansion.

And that's why I stood with my back behind it, because even though I've only been in L.A. for barely two days, I was already sick of seeing large buildings that housed families of three. I was hoping Thaila was just as cool as she was last night. Otherwise, I'd have to stick one in for myself.

My dad was curious about it too, but I doubt he was happy to get me out of the house. No doubt he's cheating on my mom behind her back, and I bet he was already sick of my rude off-put comments. I couldn't help it, sometimes I don't think before speaking.

Finally I sighed, and turning around I saw it, the huge mansion that apparently Thalia lived in. It was bigger than my dad's, having more acres of land around it, and the fact that it had its own tennis court off to the side and it's very own football stadium. Damn, Thaila's loaded.

I managed to get through most of the crosswalk without tripping on my own feet. I couldn't help it, the fabulous gardens, and the statues of Greek and Roman gods that littered the front yard. It was all just so... Magical. Heck, even the freaking air felt like I was in some majestic heaven. It was that addicting.

As soon as I got to the door (after walking about a million fucking steps), it swung open, with a smirking Thaila standing right in the doorway.

"Wow B, you came right on time." She leaned out of the doorway and shouted something I couldn't comprehend.

"Sorry about that." She rolled her eyes. "My brother is the worst, but come in."

Unlike last night, Thalia have no indication of wearing something fancy. She was in short black shorts with studs on them, and a t-shirt with the words Role Model in white on the front. Her long spiky hair was up in a complicated-looking bun, and her blue eyes pierced right through me.

"Uh, sure."

Ever been in a mansion? No? Me neither. Not till yesterday. But compared to Thalia's house, my dad's looked like a shack. A shack with a maid.

The issue was that the front entrance stretched so far out that I had to look twice to make sure this was fucking real. And hell, it was. By God, forget the shack. This will be haunting my dreams by the time I'm fifty.

"Alright." Thalia grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the entrance. "Stop gawking. You know your drooling."

I straightened my vision. "Sorry it's just..."

Your house is really fuckin big and I'm not used to these things yet.

Thalia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. My dad has money, sue me. Actually, don't, you'll lose."

I couldn't help but laugh. "This is like Gatsby style. I'm impressed."

"Likewise." Thalia responded lamely. "I suppose I could say the same for you, but I hate people."

I realized we were in a small, dense hallway that didn't look like it belonged in the house at all. Thalia stopped at a staircase that rung all the way up to about twenty feet.

"A spiral staircase." I cocked my head. "Classy."

"Not really."

At that I have a big huff. "Yeah right."

"Okay!" Thalia held her hands up defensively. "You got me, the house is classy. Thanks for coming over by the way."

She was hopeful, no doubt, but I was curious. "No problem. Why did you ask me to come over anyway? It's not like we're best friends or anything. We met in a bathroom."

"A classy bathroom," Thalia corrected. "And I'm not trying to pull you down on anything here. Trust me, gals like us need to look out for one another."

It was such a stupid and corny thing to say that I couldn't help but smile. Thalia does sound truthful. Even though I barely know here. But hey, it's not every day that you meet someone in a bathroom who could take out all the dudes at your school in less than a minute.

"On that note," Thalia took a step up the spiral staircase. "I also have some fucking rad things to tell you." Thalia made a face. "And no thanks to my stupid brother."

She left on that note, climbing up the stairs without grace. I was wondering what the hell she was so beat-up about.

"What about you brother?" I asked carefully.

Thalia stopped. She turned around to face me, a mix of frustration and annoyance plastered on her face.

"He's just... Well I'll explain in a few minutes." She looked me up and down. "But first, fashion tips."

Confused, I followed her up the stairs, were they branched out to what look liked a loft.

Thalia smirked. "Welcome to casa Del Thalia."

I had to admit, it was impressive. The whole room was laid out in a large circle, with everything slightly black and filled with teenage-angst. There were posters of bands on the wall, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Evanescence, etc. Really, too many to count. The floor was a marble void, that literally made me feel like I was going to fall right threw it. Everything else, was black. Her dressers, the nightstand, the bed with spikes coming out of the sides. It was really all thrilling.

"Wow." Was all I could muster.

"Yeah." Thaila flopped down on her bed. "Did it all myself. You can go ahead and call me emo now."

"You're not emo," I inspected a midnight-blue electric guitar near Thalia's closet. "You just like to express your inner turmoil."

Thaila rolled her eyes. "Inner turmoil? Wow B, didn't know you could go dark. I'd like to say that black is... My way of telling my dad I hate him."

I tore my eyes away from the guitar. "I guess that's something we have in common."

Thalia raised an eyebrow. "You hate your dad too? What'd he do? Completely ignore you for more than half of your life and suddenly want to be your best friend?"

I had to think about that. Thaila was so straight forward and wasn't afraid to say something that might hurt someone's feelings, that I wasn't really sure how to react to it. I wasn't offended though, I could suck that up.

"Not really." I sat down on one of Thalia's bean bags, so I could talk and sit right across from her. "More like the reverse... I haven't seen my dad in three months."

"Three months is like three days to me." Thalia said carelessly. "But go on, explain. I'm your friend."

I smiled. Thaila is my friend. Even if I haven't realized it till now.

"It's really my sister," I spat, venom filling my voice. "She's just so..."

"Bitchy?" Thalia offered.

I made a face. "More than that. She's like that one popular girl in every high school flick ever. And I could elaborate, but we'd be here forever."

Thalia nodded. "What's her name? Amanda? Ashley? Annie?"

"The fuck? Why would her name be that?"

Thalia shrugged. "I don't know, because your name starts with an A. Sometimes weirdo families have that first letter thing going on."

"Yeah well," I tried to keep the irritation down in my voice. "She's not just my sister. She's my fucking twin sister."

Thalia leaned forward, her eyes widened with excitement. "Twin sister?! You've got to be shitting me!"

I groaned. "Yeah, well in that case she's my evil twin."

Thalia was still beaming. "Do she look exactly like you? Do people mistake you for her? Do you have a picture of her?"

"Chill out!" I shook my head gravely. "To answer your questions, we do look alike... In many ways. And people don't even mistake us for one another either... Probably because she acts like a conceited bitch more than eighty percent-scratch that-one hundred percent of the time she's fucking alive. I bet she dreams about being a bitch."

Thalia hooted. "Sounds like a problem. Well, do you have a picture of her?"

Unfortunately I did have a picture of Molly on my phone. Not on my photos but her Instagram. Like I'd have the devil wench lurking through my phone. Yeah right.

"Hey, what's you Wi-Fi password?" I asked Thalia. "Gothgirl1700?"

Thalia narrowed her eyes at me. "I could kick you out for saying stupid shit like that. But I'm too nice."

I managed to get a decent photo of Molly up on my phone. I mean, her Instagram was littered with a whole bunch of obnoxious dumbass photos of her, so it was only right to pick the blandest out of all them.

I plopped down next to Thalia on her bed, she didn't seem to care, and gave her my phone.

"This is her? She doesn't look all that bitchy."

I managed not to roll my eyes. "Trust me, she is."

Thalia started to go through other photos of Molly. Most of them were captioned with, wish you looked like this, and a whole bunch of other pretentious bullshit like that.

Thalia gazed at a picture of Molly with some of her friends from school. "Her name is Molly? Like the drug?"

"Yup." I wrinkled my eyebrows. "Never thought of it like that. I could use that as a comeback someday."

Thalia handed me back my phone. "Would it be a stereotype to say that all blondes are annoying? Because my brother would totally fit into that category."

I pocketed my phone. "Your brother? What's up with him?"

Thalia inspected her nails, like she was bored with the topic of her brother. "He's a dunderhead, that's what he is. And I don't even know what a dunderhead is! But I'll explain that later."

"Why?"

Thalia leaped off the bed. "Because right now we're going out shopping. For you. And this isn't really the ideal place to talk shit about our relatives, trust me. You in?"

A sudden lump clogged my throat. I usually enjoyed shopping and stuff but... I didn't have any money with me and I'd feel guilty if Thalia bought anything for me.

"Uh... Well..." Just say it you idiot. "I-uh don't-don't have any money with me-."

"No problem!" Thalia slung a satchel over her shoulder. "Don't worry B, I got you covered."

Thalia just finished her first year of college at Stanford-and was home until her sophomore year started till the middle of August-which she told me would fly by like the snap of someone's fingers.

At first I was a little intimated by that. Thalia looked like she could pass for a fifteen year old-and also an eighteen year old-but I didn't know that she was two years older than me. I've only ever had friends who were my age, sans Jason who is a year older than me, so of course I could feel my heart beating like made when she told me she'd already graduated high school. Fuck, I'm really young.

The funny thing is that Thalia probably didn't give a shit that I was that much younger than her, in fact, she didn't even bat a single eyelash when I told her my plans for next year's courses that I was taking for my senior year. She was probably bored or either tuning me out though. I had that effect on people, boring them to death. But hey, if you're good at something, you should keep at it.

"You live in L.A.?" She suddenly asked me.

We were at a red light, with streets that I wasn't familiar with in a huge Range Rover. There were shops all around us and the traffic was bustling. Thalia already flipped off two people.

"Nope." Maybe I should have told her that last night. "San Diego."

"Huh." Thalia switched the radio station, which played some song by the Dirty Heads. "Nice place, I guess. Only been there a few times."

"Yeah," My heart started beating fast again. "Hey, where are we going?"

Thalia gave me a mischievous grin. "You'll see. So what's the haps with your sister? And what are you doing in L.A. anyway?"

I gazed at the red light. "Visiting my dad. My parents aren't divorced-."But they will be. "My dad had a long-term business trip," That was a lie to cheat on my mom obviously. "And my sister is-."

Suddenly I stopped short. What is Molly exactly? She wasn't famous just yet, she only had contracts that were leading her up to believe so, and so would it be the formal way to say she was an up ang coming star in the big league of musicians and actors? Or just another wannabe fake-out?

I decided to go with the answer I was most comfortable with. "Molly has a contract."

Thalia didn't say anything for a while. "What do you mean? Like she's gonna be a fucking singer or something?"

"Yeah." I sat up in my seat. "But it's like, she hasn't recorder anything yet."

"But she will." Thalia said.

"Yeah." I repeated. "She will. Anyways, you don't want to meet Molly. Like, at all."

Thalia smirked. "Don't think I can handle princess?"

I laughed. "You? You could knock her out of the ball park. As in not meeting her, she just has an aurora of bitchiness that's completely revolting. Did I mention that she calls my dad Daddy and he calls her sweetness? Total barf-worthy."

"Ugh," Thalia wrinkled her nose. "That's some incest shit right there. Next thing you know, they'll be fucking on the floor."

My eyes widened. "You know what? That doesn't even surprise me. But ew."

Thalia jerked the wheel to the right. I had no idea where we were going, and I really hope that I could trust information like this with Thalia. I mean, she seems nice enough, but you don't really know a person until they tell you stuff about themselves.

"So," I said after a prolonged silence. "What's up with your family? I mean, if you're cool with talking about it."

Thalia popped her gum. "There's not much to tell. My mom died in car crash when I was nine."

I didn't know how to respond to that. Do I say sorry? That doesn't feel genuine.

"Anyway," Thalia continued without my input. "My brother is only a year younger than I am, so the both of us remember mom like a not-so-distant memory. I don't know, she wasn't around a lot. Didn't bother me, she never won the best parent award from me. She was much closer to my brother."

She took a deep breath, like saying all that was getting a lump off her chest. Or maybe she's said it to so many people that she's sick and tired of hearing about her dead-beat mom. I guess I could relate.

But I was reluctant to hear more. "Another parent? Another mom or dad?"

Thalia nodded, her eyes sharp on the road. "Yeah, my dad. He owns like a million businesses on the east coast. I'm not sure why we live in California though. It's real stupid if you ask me.

Thalia took another sharp turn. Gods she's an awful driver.

"Is that it?" I ask.

"Oh no," Thalia made a face. "There's more. I mean, I don't normally tell people about my private life and shit, but I think I can trust you." She winked at me. "Also, note that I'm bisexual and not coming on to you."

"Noted." I couldn't help but smiling. "And also know that I'm heterosexual and plain as bread."

Thalia turned into a parking lot. "B, you're not plain-oh fuck."

I was too invested in the conversation to actually see what was going on in one of the parking spaces ahead of us.

It was a dog. A dog smaller than Rolf, but still big enough to withstand a push down the stairs. I could identify this dog as an Irish settler, and probably still a puppy. Although I couldn't tell by the way it was yapping and growling in the parking spot.

"Ah geez." Thalia looked behind her. "Looks like this is a backup."

I didn't respond. Did someone run over this dog? How could someone have not seen him or her in the parking spot? In any case, whose dog was it?

Without thinking, I went straight for the door. I unbuckled my seatbelt fast, and threw myself out of the car within seconds. Thalia shouted my name furiously, but I ignored her. Call me stupid or crazy or insane, but I wanted to help this dog. Why? Because if it were my dog, I'd want someone to help it too.

I'm able to maneuver past cars and people honking their horns and shouting profanity at me. Thalia's car wasn't too far away from where the dog was, and even though I couldn't see it well from there, I was at the parking spot in less than a minute.

The dog was lying down on the hot June pavement, with one of its paws sticking up in a position that I knew wasn't conventional. He/she was also whimpering, something that made my heart melt inside. How could anyone hit this dog?

I look back, and Thalia is still sitting in her car, although she's raising an eyebrow at me and gesturing for me to get on with whatever I was going to do. Oh right.

The flow of the parking lot was now interrupted with me staring down at this helpless dog. I noticed that he-she didn't have a collar on. So, possibly a stray. But also a possible home-owners dog. My mouth went dry. Who would leave their dog out here like this?

"Eh," I whip back around, and a man with a Scottish drawl and a reek of a thousand alcoholic beverages penetrate from him.

"Is this yer dog?" He asks me.

I notice he's wearing a badge on him, and why he wasn't wearing the rest of his police uniform, I don't know.

"Uh," What the hell am I supposed to tell this guy? "Well... Um..."

"Of course it is!" Suddenly Thalia is beside me, and I'm ever so grateful for her presence. "Sorry sir, my cousin is hopelessly confused."

The man looks stoned. Literally, he probably couldn't even tell if we were here or this was all but a hallucination.

"Well," He slurs, putting his hand on a nearby car for balance. "Is this yer dog or-or not?"

I look for Thalia for help. She's too busy giving the man a colossal of a grin.

"Yes, sir." She gives the dog a look of pity and then leans down to pat its head. "Poor Ranger."

I almost want to gag. Ranger? Couldn't she do any better than that? God, it's almost as bad as Rolf. Almost.

"Well," The man slurs one last time. "Ye better get yer dog to the vet now."

And you better lay off the weed for a while too, pal.

I nodded, giving him a flirtatious smile. "Thank you sir, but Ranger here ran away a few days ago-."

"Two to be exact." Thalia added to my story. "We've been worried sick. I can't believe we found him out here. In a parking lot no less."

I wasn't sure if it was worth telling a story to this cop. It was obvious that he was barely listening, although I wasn't sure that he would forget any of this later on. But it beats me, I've never been high before.

"Are ye two-" The man wagged a finger between Thalia and I and wiggled his eyebrows.

Obviously, he hadn't bothered to listen that Thalia and I were 'cousins' before. Huh, so the drugs do make you forget stuff.

Thalia pulled me close. "The both of us have been in a relationship since forever. Isn't that right honey?"

I give Thalia a death glare. "Yup... Baby."

I wasn't sure how much of this the cop was buying, since he kept slipping in and out of reality by the second, but his dazed eyes pointed towards us like a hungry shark. What a perv.

"Well," If this dick says well one more time-. "If it's yers, it's yers."

I sighed in relief. I hadn't expected that to go down too smoothly. Now what am I going to do with the dog? Bring it home? Maybe, but then I'll have to explain to my dad what I was doing with Thalia, and there's no doubt in my mind that he would get freaking pissed at me. And likewise, I didn't want to spend the rest of the summer with Molly taunting me about the dog. One summer with her is just enough.

Thankfully the cop left just in time for me to go over to the dog and inspect it. So far, the only thing I know about this dog is that it's an Irish Settler and that it's a girl. The brown coat of the dog was filthy, and its eyes kept giving me this feeling that I was suddenly responsible for this dog. Damn, why do I have to be so nice?

I knew Thalia was standing right over me, probably wondering what the hell I was doing with this dog. In all honesty, I just didn't want to leave her here to suffer. I know how people can be cruel to their dogs, and I just didn't want anything bad to happen to this poor animal. I thought about Rolf, and even in the short time that I've known him, I would never leave him out her injured, or even worse, to die. Maybe the dog ran away without a collar on and has been roaming the streets for days. But that's not all what's in question. Why would anyone let their dog out without a leash on?

Immediately, my eyes went to her paw. Like I described it before, it was in an ungodly position that I swore must have been painful for the dog. She was still whimpering, but that didn't mean that I should just touch her or even pick her up. One time I read that even the gentlest of dogs can become unpredictable and dangerous when exposed to large amounts of pain.

I turned around to Thaila. "It's and she."

Thalia crossed her arms over her chest. I couldn't tell if she was pissed at me or not. "Beautiful. We'll call her Princess. No offense, but what are you gonna do with that dog?"

My mind went into overdrive. Maybe I could pick this dog up and maybe put it into Thalia's car...

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry but do you-do you mind?"

Like before, I couldn't tell if Thalia was pissed at me or not. I just assumed that she was bothered but the fact that she had to leave her car alone for a couple of minutes so I could go after some stupid dog. I was not expecting her to give me a Cheshire cat grin.

"B, this is the most exciting thing that's happened to me ever since my brother got his head stuck in the Wendy's drive-through window." She crouched down to pay the dog on the head. "Of course I'll help but-." She looked behind her. "It'll be hard getting the dog in the backseat."

"I got that covered." I pointed swiftly towards Thalia's car. "You drive around here and open the trunk. The both of us will carry Princess-." Huh, the name was sticking on me. "And we'll figure out what to do with her then."

Thalia shook her head. "You're crazy B, but I can't argue." She shot up and started moving out of the not-so-empty parking space. "I'll be right back, don't miss me too much."

I watched as she walked away. Her steps slightly brutish, like she owned this parking lot or something. Could I trust Thalia? Yup. And I wasn't having it any other way.

I decided to try and lift Princess, she was small, but whenever I touched her she whimpered and wailed and I had no idea whether or not she would bite me or even if she had rabies. I'd just have to wait until Thalia came around with the car.

A couple of seconds later a Range Rover was parked in front of the parking space, and Thalia managed to flip off anyone who honked the horn at her.

"So what now?" She asked me. "You take the end and I'll improvise?"

I stared at Princess. I didn't want to get to cozy with the dog, but I'm going to have to eventually lift her up into the trunk.

I cleared my throat and looked up at Thalia. "Yeah. Do it gently though, and as much as she yelps and stuff don't put her down."

Thalia frowned. "That's dark thinking B, but you're the boss."

Eventually the both of us managed to lift Princess into the back of the trunk. Twice she nipped Thalia, who swore like a sailor, and almost got me, although I was too fast for her.

"Alright Princess." She was lying down in the back, and as I looked at her, I swore I saw sparkles in her eyes. "We're gonna take of you, alright?"

Her ears perked up at that, and Thalia shot up another middle finger.

"Where's the nearest vet?" I asked her, hoping there wasn't any desperation in my voice. The two of us were back on the road again, and all I could think about was the poor dog that was injured in the back.

"Don't worry B." Thalia grinned. "I got everything under control."

"Why is it that everything bad happens to me?" I murmur to myself.

For some odd reason, perhaps even why things have been off this whole day, the California sunny sky has suddenly taken a turn for the worst. Now instead of clear skies and sunshine, it's more like dark clouds and sluggish rain. Which was an odd thing in California. It never rains here, so when the umbrellas start to pull out, people start to panic.

It's also a huge irony since I'm actually in a good mood. Okay, scratch that, I'm a little moody since I can't see Princess right now and my sister is a huge bitch and my dad is possibility cheating on my dad, but I'm alright.

Okay, I'm in a not-as-moody-as-I-could-have-been-when-I-first-got-here mood. But hey, at least I saved a dog today.

After Thalia and I hauled Princess up in the back of her Range Rover, we decided, okay, she decided it would be best to go to a vet that was too far for Princess to run away from. Huh, why hadn't I thought of that?

Thalia told me she had loads of money on her, so she was able to pay for any injuries that the dog needed patching up from. She wouldn't tell anyone her name, and I wouldn't tell anyone mine. It's best we kept this as private as possible.

"You see-," Thalia explained to one of the veterinarians. "Our dog went out in the backyard to play with one of the neighborhood kids-and well-the kids wasn't too easy on her."

She gestured to the broken paw, and I gawked at how easy it was for Thalia to lie to this woman. She was such a smooth talker that I almost believed her.

"I see," The veterinarian inspected Princess's paw. "I can help, of course, but it's going to pay you. Where are your parents?"

Thalia dug in her satchel for a wad of cash. "Is this enough?"

She wagged to paper roll in front of the veterinarian, she hungrily nodded.

"Of course." She gave me an odd look. "But only person can be here at a time with their pet. Especially since your dog is injured."

"I'll stay." Thalia offered. I wanted protest, but Thalia leaned in to whisper, "Don't worry, I got this."

And that's how I ended up pacing the waiting room of the veterinarian's waiting room. I so badly wanted to know what was going on with Princess, but I knew they would never let me in there. The secretary was giving me strange looks, but I ignored her. So far, my dad hasn't gotten any better.

Maybe it was because I had my period or maybe it was because of this trip in general, but I suddenly had no patients for waiting around to see what would happen with things that I should clearly be a part of. And it's only been twenty minutes. Damn it. Where is Thalia and Princess?

Thirty minutes in and I dozed off. Big surprise, it was only three in the afternoon and now I needed a nap. I really hope the secretary wasn't taking any pictures of me sleeping.

I don't remember what I was dreaming, but whatever it was must have been good because I groaned when Thalia shook me awake.

"What?" I blinked sleepy eyes at her. She shook her head at me.

"Princess is staying for the night." She straightened in her chair. "I would have told you earlier but you looked really peaceful sleeping."

"Wait, why aren't we taking Princess with us?" I suddenly got annoyed. "And can we please change her stupid name?"

Thalia rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, she has to stay overnight for a checkup and shit. And then she has to get surgery done on her paw. And what name she would even give her?"

I grinned. "Collie. Should we trust these...? Doctors?"

Thalia nodded. "PHD's and everything. Now, should we go?"

I wasn't comfortable with leaving Collie all alone in this place for the night... But if it's for the best...

I sighed. "Okay. And first thing tomorrow you're driving me here."

Thalia considered it. "Deal. Now let's get out of here before I die of boredom."

"Agreed." Suddenly I remembered the awful weather outside. "And it's raining."

"Rain is piss-poor compared to us." Thalia said. She opened her hello kitty umbrella.

"And people will think your piss-poor with that umbrella." I commented.

Thalia glared at me. "You want rain on your precious blond head? Bitch, come over here."

I chuckled and went to open the door as Thalia and I both ran in the summer heat/rain. And the funny thing is, is that I don't miss the sunshine at all.

"What a day." Thalia inclined on her bed. "Don't you think?"

I sunk down in her bean-bag chair. All I could think about was Collie. Was she doing okay without Thalia and I there with her? It's been a wild day. With me getting my period and standing up for myself in front of Molly-well kind of-I think I need another nap. On top of that I rescued a dog who may or may not be a stray or have a home. Yeah, todays been a pretty fucking good day.

"We didn't get to go shopping." Was all I could say.

"Big deal." Thalia suddenly sat forward in her bed. "I almost forgot!"

She leaped off her bed and rummaged through her draws. My eyes caught on how excited she was, and normally she was gloomy.

"Here they are!" She held up two-three rectangle-shaped pieces of paper in her hand.

"Are those concert tickets?" I asked.

"Yup." Thalia sat down next to me on the beanbag, squishing me on the opposite side.

"Concert tickets to one of my favorite bands-."

"Green day?" I guessed.

"I wish. Nah, there called the-."

"Hey Thalia!"

Suddenly my mouth went dry. My heart started beating like crazy again and I couldn't believe. He was here. How could he possibly-?

"Hey Thalia," he was at the top of the stairs, and his eyes bulged when he saw me. The blue eyes, the way they both look ready for the kill. How have I not seen it before? How could I have been so blind?

"Annabeth?" He squeaked.

"Jason." I breathed.

Cliffhanger! Well, not really. So yeah... Don't really have a lot to say a lot about this chapter. And I know your probably wondering where Percy comes in in all of this, but don't worry, next chapter. I swear. Promise. It's gonna happen. Besides, a lot more drama is coming up to. And to theonewholives who said that Thalia's dad should be a director, there's something special coming up for that. Please Review:)