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 closed my eyes. Maybe he's not really here, I think, maybe I'm just dreaming.

Yeah, dreaming. I dreamt this all up in one day. One quick nap. Getting a dog, having a loaded best friend. Yeah, all I dream.

What would help in this dream was some guidance. If I could imagine, maybe, that Jason wasn't in front of me, maybe he could just go away. Maybe if I imagine that I never talked to him during any of those schools days or hung out with him and Piper during the weekends, maybe I could make him vanish. It could work. It's my dream, I could imagine up Ninja's or that dragon from Shrek.

But no, this was not a dream.

I open my eyes. He's still standing there, his eyes widened and gawking at me like I was naked or something. I must have looked the same, no doubt, because I wasn't expecting this at all. In fact, I hadn't expected any of this stuff to happen today. It was... Whimsical.

"Jason." I say it again. The name has a familiar ring to it.

All in all, Jason looks good. Maybe even better since the last time I saw him. He still has that handsome rugged look to him, and it doesn't look like he lost any of the familiar upbeat happiness to him. But in other words, the last time I saw him was a couple of weeks ago. No, a person can't change that fast in all those days.

Thalia, looking back and forth at us in amazement, cleared her throat,

"You two know each other?" She asks, her eyebrows slightly raised.

I couldn't find my voice. Here Jason is, standing before me, it's like... It's like I'm back home.

Well, almost back home.

Thankfully, Jason spoke up. "Yeah, uh, we go to-."

"Used to." I corrected, cutting him off.

Jason bit his lip. "Used to go to school together."

Jason averted his eyes, and so did I. This shouldn't seem as weird as it is, but a million questions boiled up in my mind. I told both Jason and Piper that I was going to L.A. For the summer, so it wasn't a secret that I was here... Unless you count for hanging out with your sister. That was questionable.

So Jason was keeping this life all a secret? I wanted to know why, I really did, but my tongue betrayed me. Maybe later.

"Wow," Thalia gave a nervous laugh. "Ironic. Anyway, Jason, what do you want?"

Thalia doesn't know Jason and I were some-what close friends, with the link that was Piper. She doesn't know that I have his number embedded in my phone.

Jason nervously scratched his neck. "Nothing, I was just going to ask who your special guest was and-." He stopped short to point at me. "You're going Annabeth?"

"She hasn't answered yet." Thalia rolls her eyes, annoyed with her brother's question. "Anyway, you coming Annabeth?"

To a concert? I've only been to one other concert in my whole life, a Rihanna one. But that's when I was ten. And what was this? A rock concert?

"Who's playing?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Thalia tapped her fingers on the concert tickets. "The Tweakers. Local band, but it's worth it."

I gave a nervous shudder. The Tweakers? What a ridiculous band name. But if Thalia wants me to go, I'll go. I won't leave her hanging by herself, or that's what I'd imagine she would do. Although, I haven't gave much thought to Thalia having a lot of friends. I don't, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't.

I cleared my throat. "Okay... When? Tomorrow?"

Thalia nodded. "Yeah, and we have to bring Jason along with us." She wrinkled her nose. "Not a good sign."

Jason stuck out his tongue. "Hey! I got you those tickets! Be fucking grateful, they weren't easy to get! I had do spineless shit to get those! And don't forget it!"

Thalia stood, leaving enough room for me to lurch to the middle of the bean bag.

"Blah, blah, blah." Thalia walked up to Jason. He was taller than her by at least a half of a foot, but for some reason she seemed more intimidating than him.

"I'll be right back." Thalia started to go down the first rung of the stairs. "Don't get her pregnant Jason!"

It was such an odd statement that I couldn't help but laugh, and neither could Jason. But now we were left alone, and I had no idea what to say to him, even though I had a million questions.

"So..." Jason leaned against the wall. "Your friends with my sister?"

I gripped the edges of the bean bag. "Not really. I've only been hanging out with her for a day." Pause. "What about you? I'm more surprised than you are."

Jason hunched his shoulders. "Look, I know you have the right to hear the truth-."

"You got that right."

"-But I have my reasons too."

He seemed sincere and genuine, a good combo when you've been hiding so many secrets for a while. I didn't know when Thalia would be back, but I wanted to know the truth from Jason. He sat down on a nearby chair.

The first question that came to my mind was an obvious one. "Does Piper know?"

Jason bit his lip. "No... I've been trying to get some courage to tell her but it's a dupe."

Then I asked the question I really wanted to know. "So what then? Been living in an apartment for while? Why take a break from this life?"

"Well..." He bit his lip again, and I realized that must mean he was nervous. Or that he was lying. "I wasn't comfortable with going to school here, so I asked my dad to transfer me over to Goode when I was fourteen. He wasn't happy about it, but he did it."

"So you drove thirty minutes from here to Goode every day?" I exclaimed.

I remembered the ridiculous plane ride that brought both Molly and I here that could've been a half an hour from car. But no, Molly wanted to do it her way. She wanted to flaunt off the plane like nobody's business, and that made me sick.

"Yes." Jason's eyes darted all over the room when he talked. Why was he so nervous?

"I guess I could understand." I could sympathize with Jason. Whatever is going on in this household is his business, but I know exactly how he feels.

Jason stood. "There. That's the truth. And now I'm going to college and spending the rest of my life with Piper and this huge secret. Happy now?"

I wasn't. I didn't mean for him to get angry with me about this. I just wanted to... Well I just wanted to know what the heck he was doing here.

"I won't tell Piper." I say. "But you should."

Jason hesitated. "It's a lot to handle. She thinks I'm... An upper middle class jock who just loves football."

"So?" I stay grounded. How can he not understand any of this? "You can't spend the rest of your life with a girl who doesn't know the real you, you just can't."

"Look, Annabeth." Jason growls. "I get that you want to help, but I can handle this sort of stuff on my own, I'm a pro."

I opened my mouth, but no words followed. I'm not sure whether or not I should believe Jason that he's going to tell Piper the truth of who he is. It seemed like such a big thing to hide from someone. Kind of like being famous. Kind of like Molly.

And then it hit me.

Jason wasn't famous, that I could get behind. He wasn't well-known or has any connections to the entertainment world that I also know. But what he's afraid of is becoming Molly. He's afraid to let things get over his head, and from where he stands, he's in control of everything right now. I don't want to push him, but I can encourage him.

"From what I see you have Piper right where you want her." I say bitterly.

Jason narrowed his eyes. "Right where I want her? You're making it sound like I want to murder her or something."

"Murder, dating," I sang. "It's all but the same."

A noble lie, but I wanted to sound wise. Get him right where I want him to be.

"Cut the crap Annabeth." He snaps. "I came here to ask Thalia something and I'm leaving."

Why are all boys like that? They can't take anything they can't handle. I see that as cowardice, maybe I could break that.

"I guess I'll see you then." I said, unbothered. "Have fun not telling your girlfriend and my bed friend who you really are."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll maybe tell her, or maybe not tell her. Happy?"

"Than I'll tell her."

I didn't come here to argue. I didn't come to L.A. to be happy either, so Jason's going to have tuff time getting out of this one.

"Thank about it." I told him. He stood there, glaring daggers at me, ones that I've only seen him direct at towards his enemies

Am I his enemy now? No. He's just being a big baby about this.

"See you tomorrow than." He snarls.

I watch him walk down the first couple of steps of the spiral staircase, and when his head disappears, I rely on why just happened.

Jason is Thalia's brother.

Jason never told me about his life at home. I didn't even know if Piper knew. Isn't that odd? I've been hanging out with this guy for so many years that all I knew about him was that he was interested in Piper. That's it. Am I really friends with Jason?

My thoughts are drained when Thalia comes back up the stairs. She gives me a brief smile before throwing a bag of chips towards me. They're Doritos.

"We have loads of those," she tells me, flinging herself on the bed. "And to make things even better, my dad's never around. Probably will never see him."

She's telling me this to make me feel better, I know. I don't know why but meeting someone else's parents is so nerve wracking. Hell, meeting new people is just all nerve wracking.

"Was Jason being annoying?" Thalia jokes.

I wonder if she heard what we were talking about. I doubt it though, she'd be giving Jason hell if she knew.

"Nah," I try and change to topic of the conversation. "So the Tweakers huh? What do they sound like?"

"Like a rock band." Thalia says, like I'm an idiot. "There a mix between Three Days Grace and any Pop Punk band you could think of really."

"You seem to like bands." I say, pointing to all the posters in her room.

Thalia grins. "Bands are life."

"Sounds hipster." I open the bag of Doritos and try one. Oh god, I hate cool ranch.

"By the way," Thalia starts. "Since its local, you might want to wear something... Black."

"Black?" All I own that's black is a pair of skinny jeans.

"Yup, black. And if we're lucky, we'll get to meet the band." She grins. "I heard the lead singer is hot."

"Wouldn't want to miss out on that." I swallow my disgusting snack. "Do you have anything I could borrow? I'm pretty sure 'black' isn't in my closet."

Thalia crossed her legs. "Sure, were about the same size, although you're taller." She cocks her head. "So fucking tall."

I grin. That's another was to tell Molly and I apart. She's shorter than me by a couple of inches, gotta love context.

"Jason's coming," Thalia says abruptly. "He got me the tickets, so I promised he could tag along. You don't mind."

I thought about it. Jason? Sure. Molly's ten times worse. I could handle.

I shake my head. "Nope, don't mind at all. Just comin along for the ride."

Thalia grins. "Awesome."

Thalia picks out my clothes, and I'll admit, I'm nervous to wear them. A black skirt, black tank top, combat boots, it's all in the arrangement. I'm excited though. So this summer wasn't going to be a total waste. I've made a new friend, and possibly a new enemy.

Thalia was nice enough to drive me home, and even though I wasn't cut out for telling my dad what happened today, I just told him we went out and do a little shopping. I could tell that he didn't care, but Molly wanted to hear all about it.

"She must be a lesbian." She tells me once the dad leaves the kitchen. "I already know it."

"Do you hear the shit that comes out of your mouth?" I look over at my dinner. Something fancy. I wasn't in the mood for something fancy.

"Whatever." Molly flicks her blond hair over her shoulder. "Just know that people sketchy Annabeth."

It wasn't advice. Molly never gives that.

"Yeah thanks, I'll remember that when all your fake friends already used you up."

Molly puckers her lips. "It's better to have fake friends than no friends."

I push my plate of chicken cutlets away. "Then you admit it, you have fake friends."

Molly straightens. "So what if I do? Their small nimble brains can't comprehend that I'm just using them."

"I guess you don't hear the shit that comes out of your mouth." I mutter.

Molly smirked and leaned against the counter. I came home before Molly, so of course I had to hear how her day went before I could say anything.

I didn't care about cast mates or what she did with them, but it was clear that she was telling me because it irritated me to no ends. She really knew how to get me sides burning.

"What are you still doing here?" I ask her. "Just this morning you wanted nothing to do with me."

Molly picked at the hem of her skirt, bored. "Eh, it's fun arguing with you. Isn't it?"

"No."

"Oh come on." She gives me an impish grin. "Not even a little rev?"

"No." I repeat.

Molly suddenly stands up, not looking at me. "Then it's time to leave."

Molly doesn't waste any time to leave me alone, and for that I'm grateful. But something else bugs me. Why does it seem easier to talk with her? Was it because I knew she was a fake? But she was always a fake. How does that help?

I groan. This wasn't supposed to be complicated. None of this was. Molly was a bitch, end of story. But why doesn't it just seem like that? Maybe there's more to Molly than I think...

I shake my head. Nah, those are crazy thoughts. Through it all, Molly is what she is. And I don't think I'll ever change my opinion on it.

That night, when my head hits the pillow and I remember, all those memories, all those happy memories of Molly and I, I can't help but wonder if that could ever happen again.

Thalia puts on the last of eyeshadow. It red, and I'm not completely fond of it, but she tells me it looks fantastic on me.

"Is this gonna turn out to be a rave?" I ask her.

I've never been to a rave, just heard stories about some from the kids at school.

Thalia puts down the make-up brush. "No, it's just a normal concert. Chill Annabeth. I wouldn't want you to get your panties in a bunch."

"I'm not," I smile at myself in the mirror. "But you did an impressive job. Make-up school?"

"Make-up school?" Thalia scoffs. "No, just practice. It's hard to be Goth and put on eyeliner every day."

I was about to agree, but I couldn't relate. All I put on in the morning is foundation and mascara, and maybe some eyeshadow. I wasn't all that experienced in the make-up.

But as I look in the mirror, my reflection staring back at me, I couldn't help but wonder if one day I could apply my make-up as well as Thalia did.

For starters, I didn't look anything like the girl from San Diego. I looked like the version of myself that I see in my dreams, full lips, and perfect complexion, everything that I never thought could happen to myself. And it's perfect. The black lipstick and winged eyeliner defined my features. I felt like a model. Hell, I can even go as far as to say that I felt like a Victoria's Secret Angel. It's just like a sudden boost of confidence.

I also have my outfit on, the black leather combat boots and the ebony skirt that showed off my long-tanned legs. Not to mention the tank top that showed off more than necessary. I'd like to think that if my mom saw me right now, she'd have a heart attack.

Thalia threw on a last-minute outfit. She had combat boots also, but they had studs crawling up the back of them and her black skinny jeans had similar ones going along the edges, with holes patched up in odd places. To top that off her tank-top with her hair all spiked-up for flare. She looked like a real rocker.

"I'll put your hair in a high ponytail." Thalia murmured. She put an array of spike-bracelet things on her arm and flaunted back over to me, inspecting my hair.

"Won't be just grab onto it?" I asked, imagining a filthy fifty-year-old dirty bag grabbing onto my hair and pulling me into his van.

"Nobody's going to grab you cause I'm gonna be right there." Thalia says. "And people won't have a second look at you. It's all teens."

That didn't make me feel better. All teens? Oh god, I didn't have that many friends at school and all the parties I've been to I left two hours in. How am I possibly going to survive this?

"One sec." Thalia ducks into her bathroom and comes back carrying a bottle of hairspray. "Let's get hair-doin."

She pulls and combs and sprays, but I'm too focused on one thing: Collie. I haven't forgotten about the dog I rescued, and I wanted to know what's up with her.

"Hey Thalia." She continues to pull at my hair, but I ignore it. "What's up with Collie?"

Thalia scrunches her eyebrows. She stops pulling at my hair for a moment, and gives me a bewildered expression in the mirror.

"Who?"

"Collie." I repeat. "I hope you hadn't forgotten about the dog the both of us saved yesterday."

Thalia's eyes widened, faced with recognition. "Oh yeah! I haven't heard from the vet, but I'm sure she's fine. If you want, I could call them up and ask them what's up."

I thought about it. It's been a day, so not much could have happened with the dog. Besides, I didn't want to become stressed out all of a sudden. The dog is a huge issue, I know, but it could wait.

"No." I bit my lip. "We can-we can deal with that tomorrow. Now, you can continue with whatever you're doing with my hair."

Thalia shrugs, unbothered. I should be the same, but I feel bad neglecting that dog, I mean, what if she has a family.

There are feet coming up the stairs and I don't have to turn around to know who it is: Jason.

Out of the corner of my eye I see he didn't do much to get dressed: just a plain black t-shirt and jeans. Gosh, why are boys so boring?

"Are you guys done yet?" He asks, irritated. "I don't wanna be hunched in the back."

"Jason you're such a drama queen." Thalia finally finished my high ponytail. "We have front row seats. Chill for a sec."

I knitted me eyebrows, confused. "Wait, I thought we were standing."

"We are." Jason crossed his arms over his chest. "That's why I don't want to be pushed in the back. Now let's go."

Thalia sticks her tongue out at him but obliges. Together, the three of us walk to Thalia's car, and I feel a sudden lump in my throat.

Oh, this was gonna be good.

It starts at nine. The enclosed area that Thalia drives us too is dark, but as we get closer, light shine from inside. I squint from the backseat of the car. I see two guards standing at the entrance of the building and many teenagers and people in their twenties handing over tickets, or begging for them to let them in. I clutch my ticket.

This should be easy. I think. Worst case scenario, you chicken out. But that's okay, Jason knows you will, and Thalia won't want to talk to you after that happens.

Once the car is parked Thalia the ignition. She looks back at me, her lips pursed.

"Annabeth," she sighs. "It might be crazy in there, like real crazy."

I nod. I wasn't expecting anything less different. Loud music, a bunch of horny teenagers, I was ready.

"And they also might talk to you." Jason said jokingly. It's a run-on joke, but for some reason, it annoys me.

"No they won't." Thalia bites back. "Now, we go in, and just follow everything I do. Don't fuck anything up. And I'm talking to the both of you."

This is towards Jason, and in the side mirror I see him roll his eyes.

"Can we go in now?" He asks, aggravated. "I'm getting bored talking about this."

"Fine." Thalia pushes her door open. "Let's go."

It was easier than I thought, handing the guards or security or whatever and walking in. But the strange this was that they didn't even take it. They just looked it over, I'm assuming to guess if it's real or not, and handing it back over.

"Aren't they supposed to take our tickets?" I ask Thalia, once were inside the building. It's an odd smell of mothballs and cigarettes. The lights were dimmed and all around us were other teenagers, laughing and hanging against the vandalized walls. We stop for a second, and I stand there, confused.

"They have to check what section were in." Thalia pulls out her ticket, angling it in a sort of way to make some light shine one it.

"Once they open those doors," she points towards two very large double doors at the end of the hallway. "There are more security guards checking our tickets. If you're lucky, you could duck into there without noticing and get into one of the lucky sections."

"Sections?" I ask.

Thalia points towards a marking on her ticket. It's titled 1A.

"Our sections. Closer to the stage, farther away, it all depends. Don't worry B, I'll be right here."

She winks at me and turns away for a split second to say something to her brother. The hallway isn't cramped but people have started to bump into me. A few seconds ago a girl shoved me, calling me a 'bitch' and 'telling me to get out of her way'. God, am I ready for this. Am I?

And then I straightened, thinking about how Molly would see me. I'm not one to try and impress anyone, but this would totally grind her gears. I could hear shouts from behind me. I ignore them. Tonight's my night. Nobody, not even Molly, could ruin this for me.

The cacophony of the crowds of roaring people near me makes me flinch. God, why does everyone have to be so loud and obnoxious? I stay close to Thalia and Jason, not trying to seem like a lost child at a grocery store.

"Fuck!" Thalia shouts. "There's a lot more people here than last time!"

Suddenly were pushed forwards, hands shoving at my shoulders and back. I suddenly realize that must have meant that the doors were open. I stand on my tiptoes to look over a man who's twice the size of me: yup, were pretty damn close.

Thalia grips my hand. "Stay close to me!" She shouts and I see Jason out of the corner of my eye, cursing very one out who steps over him.

It's chaos. It's hot, and sweats pooring down my back as we finally reach the security guards. Mayhem erupts when I get a peek inside the room where the stage was. Fuck, I should've not come.

"Fuck!" I here myself saying, although I'm not sure why.

I see people sneaking in. This isn't heavily guarded now, is it? What kind of place has two security guards guarding some stupid fucking door that's fumbled?

"Give them your ticket!" I hear Thalia bellow. She's pulling me now, and in less than a second, with running and bumping into sweaty teens, we finally reach the guards.

Thalia shoves the ticket in the guards face. I do the same.

"Alright! Alright!" The security guard roars next to us. "Calm your fucking asses! Get back!"

Our guard nods us forward. Thalia grins.

Once were finally inside, I take a deep breath. For a split second I hold it. Can I do this?

"Hey B." Thalia is still pulling on my arm, begging me to walk forward. "You okay?"

Was I? I notice were in another hallway, chaos still surfacing, although not so much.

"Yeah." Pull yourself together Annabeth. "I'm-I'm fine. Just a little overwhelming."

Thalia nods. "Yeah, it's like that. But I promise you, it's much better once were inside Kay?"

I feel like throwing up. But I put on a brave face. This isn't something to beat yourself up about, I should be having a great time.

I let Thalia pull me forward.

We lose Jason in the crowd.

It's packed, maybe more than two hundred people here? I could see the stage ahead of us and Thalia is still pulling me along, and I'm hanging on for dear life. Someone brushes their hands up my skirt. I whip my head around. Who did that?

I don't dwell on it for two long though, Thalia let's go of me and suddenly I'm lost. She's gone in a flat out of five seconds, and I'm standing by myself with pervs all around me. And that's when the booze comes out.

At least that's what I think it was. It's brought out in shots and hands start moving around me, handing me these tiny cups of alcohol. Without thinking, I take one.

~Well what do I got to lose~.

Everything. I've never been drunk before, I've tasted alcohol, but never been drunk. Maybe one sip? I mean, I didn't wanna be a... A pussy about this, but it's dangerous. And besides, this was a dangerous place to be doing any sort of drugs or alcohol.

Suddenly I'm lurched forward, and I catch my breath as I stumble into some guy. Okay, taking a booze shot, sure, but what sort trashy place does this sort of trashy thing?

Without thinking I chug it. My throat burns and push myself more toward the stage. I could hear music blaring, a sort of rock N roll riff, but I can't see anything. Another hand reaches out. I take the shot glass and drink it without hesitation. Another hand drifts up my skirt, but I let it. No need to be a stiff here.

Another hand comes towards me, and another. How many shots have I done? Four? I tell myself to stop, before the alcohol hits in. Before I lose control.

I'm pretty sure I stood there for a couple of minutes, trying to drink in everything around me. The band, which I could now see, is consists mainly of males that look about my age. The music is great though, and I'm dancing with a fool, and some guy grabs me and I starts dancing with him. I don't even tell him to knock it off when he puts his hands up my skirt.

I'm laughing, I know, but I don't know at what. For a second I see blinding lights, sweaty bodies, and more piercings that I could count than tattoos. Huh, I must be getting close to the stage! Maybe if I move closer I could see the lead singer. Thalia said he was hot. Wait a minute, where is Thalia?

I laugh as someone pulls at my ponytail? Who was that?! Maybe if I get closer I could see...

For the first time I feel myself gliding on air, it's seemingly hot, but I don't mind. More flashing lights, the music is horrid in my ears, but I keep moving forward. But I don't know why! I should just mind Thalia! But maybe she's up here?

Suddenly I'm gripping the pole that separates the stage and the fans. A girl tries to kiss me in her left... Or my left, but I push her away.

"No way!" I tell her. Her eyes are startlingly green, like a bullfrog. "I'm takin!"

I reach up, my arms flying out and suddenly I'm pulled forward. By a guard? Yes. He's tall and he's bringing me toward the stage. I don't know why though, but the lead singer takes a sudden interest in me. It was very nice of him to let me sing with him for a bit! He must be drunk! Or is that me?

"What's your name?" He asks me. He is very handsome, although his blue eyes are an ugly pale blue color yuck.

"Anna." I giggle. Wasn't there more to my name?

"Well Anna." He grins at me. His voice is very loud and I put my hands over my ears. Why does he talk like that?

"Anna." He puts a steady hand on my wrist and pushes me towards one of the bandmates. I twirl in the process. This is just like a carnival ride!

The one who catches me blinks, his eyes are brown. Like poop. Poop brown. I say this to him and he pushes me towards one of the guards on the side. Was he annoyed with me? I didn't mean to hurt the poop brown eyes feelings. I should go and explain myself! Yes! And apologize!

I start to walk towards him, but the guard pulls me back.

"Missy, stand over here." He tells me, but for some reason, his voice seems far away?

But I do as he says, and I'm laughing as someone else grabs me. What's with the grabbing? Everyone's been pushing and pulling and grabbing. Is this a regular?

This time it's not a guard. Instead it's a boy, I see, who's my age.

"Are you alright?" He asks me. I stare at him. Those green eyes! They are so beautiful.

"You're very handsome." I tell him in a giggle. I quickly shy away.

"I would say back at you but..." He shakes his head. I wonder if he has dandruff. "You're beautiful."

Without thinking I put my hands on his chest. "Can you get my friend for me? She's very mean and you seem nice."

He grins, prying my hands away from him. "Sure. What does she look like? What's her name?"

I know he says this slowly but it seems like a bunch of different colors. The boys hair is black. Like my outfit. My outfit!

"Do you like my outfit?" I ask him, twirling around and grinning.

Suddenly he gestures to a seat next to him. "Sure. It's cool. Now sit down, and tell me about your friend."

He needs to push me away in order to have me sit. I don't want to though, I just want to dance.

"She's very mean." I slur. "Black hair, evil blue eyes."

I say this like I'm in a movie, describing my biggest enemy. Is Thalia my enemy? I don't think so.

The boys is very patient with me. "What's her name?"

I blink a few times, letting my head rest on his lap. When did he sit down?

"It's..." I start, but I don't finish. I find my body getting heavy, and I lose all control as my mind goes dark.

Okay, I hope you guys liked this chapter and the introduction of Percy. He's in there for a few lines but I think it's a good way to start of his and Annabeths relationship. And in retrospect, I've never been drunk before so I'm not sure how long it takes for the alcohol to sit in or any of that shit but whatever. And again, I have no idea how local concerts and stuff working. Kind of just making some of this shit up. Please review:)