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 wake up not knowing where I am. At first I think I'm back at home, where my mom is going to bang on my door any minute to tell me to go make breakfast, do her laundry, and help Bobby and Matthew with their homework. I roll over, not wanting to be bothered with anything she makes me do, when I remember something.

But no, I'm not in San Diego. I'm in L.A. And this most definitely is not my mattress.

It smells like cologne, and that type of musky aftershave that most of the guys had back at school. Yeah, this definitely isn't my mattress.

The room I'm in is pitch black, and as I starts to get out of the bed-I just now realize it's a couch-my head starts throbbing.

Oh right. I think. I go drunk at theta concert last night.

But where am I...?

The blanket that's hung on to me slips off my body, and I hurry to look around for my phone. Last time I had it was in my bra and now...

I reach out to my left and the rectangle box is there and I sigh in relief. Well, at least I could call someone to pick me up. But the first thing I needed to do was figure out where the hell I am. I don't panic, because these types of situations don't call for that. I must have gotten so immensely drunk last night that I passed out.

I knitted my eyebrows. Something didn't make sense.

I contemplated what must have happened last night. Shots were being passed around with alcohol in them. Whiskey, booze, or whatever the fuck that was even in those glasses. Fuck, it was stupid for me just to drink those like it was no big deal. Someone could've put something and that drink and...

And that's when I panic. What if someone drugged me and kidnapped me? The last thing I remember from last night was seeing a pair of bright green eyes, and I'm not sure who they belonged to. But that's all I could remember, and besides, my clothes were still on. If someone would've date-raped me wouldn't my clothes be off. My headache started to get worse. This was so not good.

I look at the time on my phone. Six in the morning. Six in the morning? And there were messages too. A text from Thalia, and some from Jason, all asking the same question. Where am I, what the hell I was doing, and of course if I was okay. But happened to Thalia? Where was Jason? I had one to many questions, but I needed to address something first.

My dad. I told him I was sleeping over Thalia's since there was no way he would let me go to a... Sketchy concert. I'd have to text him, something. But what? That I was out drinking and I needed him to pick me up at a place that I had no idea where I was. I shook my head. Leaning back I closed my eyes and imagined what Piper would say.

She would say everything that I wasn't thinking right now. She would tell me to get off my lazy ass and stalk out of this place with a heap of attitude. Pft, like I could do that. In reality, I was terrified of what this place was. And fuck, I couldn't see a damn thing.

Finally, without much effort, I turned on the flashlight app on my phone and took a look around.

From the looks of it, the walls were a bright red, and the very couch I sat on was black. I shined the light over to the corner of the room. A guitar. A beanbag. A TV with a play station connected to it.

I swallowed. Then I remembered something. I met the lead singer last night, didn't I?

The door suddenly opens, and I propel myself in a standing position. I could feel my skirt riding up, and for a moment I blush. Then I remember its pitch black and the light flossing threw the door is super dim.

"Oh, thank god you're up," a voice, a husky male voice says. "We thought you were gonna sleep forever."

I don't recognize that voice. I hoped it wasn't a pedophile.

"You okay?" The guy asks. He seems genuinely concerned.

"Yeah," I croak. Oh god I sound terrible. "Just a little confused. Where-where am I?"

I realize that my phone flashlight is still on. I momentarily shine it on him, he cringes at the light.

"Could you kill that?" He asks me, annoyed.

"Sorry." I breathe, turning it off. "I just wanted to see if I recognized you."

"Well you did say that my brown eyes were the color of poop."

He's amused by this and I duck my head in embarrassment. I did have a fuzzy memory of saying this to someone, but not him.

"Uh, sorry I guess." I fidget with my skirt. "Where am I?"

From the dimness of the hallway I could see him grin. "You'll see. Don't worry, follow me."

I start to move, obediently under his wishes, when something, a dreadful reminder, stops me. What if this guy really is a pedophile? I knew I was in the building that the band performed in, but what if this guy drugged me? I'm not sure how he would do that, seeing as he was one of the band members and I got drunk before I even approached him, but what if?

I hesitate. I could defend myself just fine, years of self-defense classes that I took at a local gym, but I should be expecting the unexpected. This guy could be equally as good, and I needed to prepare for anything that was coming my way.

I grip my phone, staring the guy straight in the eyes. Taking a brave step forward I made my way to pass him. He didn't make any sudden movements to grab me, well, sexually anyway. I sighed in relief as soon as I made it into the hallway, and I finally got my first at this... Guy.

His hair was pitch-black, messy like he hadn't gotten a very nice night of sleep. To top that off he had bags under his poop-brown eyes. Not a wink of sleep, I'm guessing, and not very tall either.

"I'm Ethan." He says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ethan Nakamura."

"Right." I stare at my feet. "You play... You play guitar?"

He grins, a little too over excitingly for my taste. "Yup. But I'm not lead guitarist. Tweakers was my fifth band. Kind of fucked me over by not being the lead guitarist... But whatever."

I didn't care about his history in music, but as the two of us walked down the hallway into who-knows-where, leaving an uncomfortable silence between us, I couldn't help but ask,

"Why aren't you the lead guitarist?"

I don't look at him, and when he answers he has a bit of sadness in his voice. "Like I said, the fifth band I joined. Four members, and then I came in last. I'm good... But not good enough for them. I was like, that one guy in the back no one knew about. I didn't mind though, last night, since I got to play lead guitar last night."

"You got to play lead guitar last night?" I ask, actually interested. "What happened to the other guy...? I mean the actual lead guitarist?"

I look at him for the first time since I noticed he was a wreck, and for some odd reason he looked good right in this moment.

"He didn't flake out." Ethan says. "He got high and we almost called the show off-but he insisted we play."

"Huh. Great guy."

I say this sarcastically, but Ethan doesn't seem to catch it.

"Yeah, he's... A nice guy."

We turn down a dark hallway.

"Nice guys are the worst." I say to him. "The ones who want to date you when you break up with your boyfriend. The I've always been there for you type of guy. I wouldn't expect you to understand though, guys usually don't."

"I've known you for less than five minutes and you're already talking about your political views." Ethan snorts. "Not really a good impression on someone."

I suddenly become irritated. "Impression? Political views? You have everything all backwards."

"Do I?" Instantaneously Ethan stops walking, and so do I. This was going to turn into a heated argument, and even though I felt like hell and had a huge hangover, I wasn't about to let this guy win.

"Yeah, you do." I turn towards him, hoping that my glare was intimidating. "I was just saying that night all nice guys are really 'nice guys'."

"Than what are they?" Ethan takes a step forwards, but I don't back down.

"They are guys who only see woman as objects. Gosh, none of you stupid boys even realize this. It's all about what you want isn't it? Why am I even talking to you about this? Where are you taking me?"

Ethan rolls his eyes. "Another drama queen. Why don't you take your fucking Prada and march right back to the salon where you belong?"

"What did you say to me?" I cry, undermined.

"~I said~, you should hop your little skinny white ass out of her before I call the cops."

"Oh really?" I cross my arms over me chest. "And what exactly are you going to tell them? That I tried to rob you?"

"No." There was a sadistic smirk on Ethan's face, and I didn't like it. "I could tell them you're too young to drink though, got all the evidence from video."

I take a step back, startled. This guy was as bad as Molly. He has videos of me? Drunk? And he's being willing to tell the cops that just because we got caught up in a stupid argument about the male population? I was about to curse this guy out, rip him to shreds, when a deep, gruff voice, spoke to my left said,

"Ethan, man, cut it out."

I turn towards the owner of the voice, a boy, just about my age and a little taller, giving Ethan a loathsome glare.

When did this guy show up? He wasn't here a few seconds ago, I'm sure of, and now all of a sudden he's just appeared. Ethan and I must have been talking loudly, just enough for this guy to walk up to us, with the two of us not even noticing.

For some reason though, I couldn't help but stare at him. He seemed awfully familiar, just his jet black hair and sea-green eyes, but he also seemed like a strange memory. Maybe I dreamed him up? But how do you dream someone up that you've never met? And believe me, if I'd met this guy any time in my sixteen years of life, I would've remembered him. He was undoubtedly hot.

"I was just showing her out." Ethan says innocently. "Nothing's going on."

"Yeah right." The guy rolls his eyes. "This always happens with you. Why don't you go back to bed? I can handle this."

I felt uncomfortable. This guy was talking about me like I was a situation that he wouldn't bother getting mixed up with. He means well, I can tell, but I can also tell that both Ethan and him want me out of her as soon as possible.

"It's no big deal Percy." Ethan chips back. "The way out is over there, and I can show her?"

Percy-huh, what an odd name-shakes his head. "I think you've gotten her into the red zone, from what it looks like." He suddenly turns towards me. "Your names Anna, right?"

By a miracle, I could actually find my voice. "It's Annabeth."

"Okay than." He turns back to Ethan. "I'm taking Annabeth out of here. It's early in the morning, and I am pissed that you even had the decency to have any early-morning argument with someone you barely know."

Ethan rolls his eyes. "Whatever dude. I'll get my revenge. On the both of you."

He spits on the ground, near my feet, and steps on the saliva as he walks pass Percy, anger in his eyes.

Once he's gone, Percy turns all of his attention towards me.

"What does he mean by 'get revenge'?" I ask, because I don't want anything to be uncomfortable between us.

Percy twirls his phone in his hand. "Ah, he's just being a dick. You see, he's a little bitter he's not lead guitar-."

"I got that part."

Percy smiles. "Just another stupid fucking reason why I shouldn't be here. But really I'm just in it for the money."

I stare at him, confused. "I'm sorry, what exactly do you do?"

Percy laughs, politely, and starts walking in the opposite direction that Ethan and I went. Without hesitation, I follow.

"I'm in the band." Percy explains. "Lead guitarist, can't sing for shit. Our band is in a complicated relationship. I only get along with two of the guys, but Ethan and Luke I just can't stand."

"Do they know?" I ask.

"Oh, they know. They know I hate their guts and would rather be anywhere but with them. But I'm pretty much in a hole with money, and Nico and Grover are pretty awesome, so it's not that bad."

He's goes on like this for a few minutes, talking about his band and how he got with them, all which I wasn't really interested in. I nod a few times and ask him questions, putting my own opinions out there, but most of them time I was just listening. Just walking and listening.

My mind starts to wander off, and I start to think about how the hell I'm going to get out of here. Should I call my dad? It was my first thought since I woke up, but he'd grown me for life if he knew where I've been all night. I'd probably have to stay with him until I graduated high school, and I definitely didn't want to know how my mom would feel about it.

"Annabeth?" Percy asks, and I realize I haven't been listening to anything he's been saying.

"Yeah?" I clear my throat and peel my eyes away from the floor to him. "Sorry, what was that?"

Percy sagged his shoulders. "Nothing, you just looked like you were spacing out. I'm not boring you am I?"

Yes.

"No! I was just thinking about last night, that's all."

A lie, but I didn't want to make him feel like shit.

"Oh." Percy says, relived. "Yeah, I didn't even know they had alcohol in the audience. Fuck, I would've went down there and got some myself if I knew."

"I thought you got high." I say, remembering what Ethan told me.

Percy laughs nervously. "Yeah... That was before the show. I toned down but didn't come out. You weren't disappointed that I was there, were you?"

He's teasing me, and a wide grin stretches on my face. "I was just so upset I didn't see you up there! Ruined the whole fucking concert."

I'm joking now, and Percy rolls his eyes, laughing. "Yeah right. Oh, here we go."

He pushed open a pair of double doors, and I walk out into blazing sunlight. I hold out my arm, blocking the sun from my view.

"Oh god." Percy mutters. "Let's go over there so the sun isn't practically tucking us."

Percy takes my arm and brings me over to a huge truck, were the two of us stand behind so we're not facing the sun.

I stare down at his arm, clamped around my arm in a loose grip, but I can't stop thinking about the fact that he's touching me. He didn't have to touch me, but he willingly did. He lets go, like it's no big deal to him, but of course it's a big deal to me.

"I'm sorry about all of this." Percy looks flustered, but I'm sure it's just because of the heat. "Last night you told me to go find your friend. Well, actually I vividly remember it, but I couldn't. And then you passed out and I freaked because... Well, anyway you crashed here and now it's just all a big mess. I really really am sorry."

I could tell he was sorry. From the look of desperation on his face and the way he was nervously biting his lip. All I could was stand there and stare. Boy, this guy is really good looking.

"It's no big deal." I fumble with the edges of my skirt. "I didn't want to come in the first place."

"Oh." Percy looked hurt.

"Oh! Not like that! I just mean I'm not used to stuff like this..."

I shook my head, embarrassed and ashamed that I admitted that to him. I barely knew this guy and I was telling him stuff that made me have anxiety attacks almost every day. I looked away from him, studying the designs on the back of the truck.

"It can be chaotic." Percy says. I look at him, and he has a small smile on his face. It suits him, whenever he does that, making his tan look more real on him, and even the little dimples on the side of his face. It's cute.

"Chaotic is an understatement." I mutter. "But thank you for looking out for me."

He nods his head slightly and we stand in a comfortable silence for a while. He puts one of his hands on the brick wall behind us to balance himself, and I watch the horizon, studying the sky.

"I should go home." I say aloud, talking to myself more than Percy.

"Ha. Forgot about that." Percy tilts his head up at me. "Can you get a ride?"

I look down at my phone, tapping it furiously. "I'm debating whether or not to tell this story to my dad so, at the moment, no."

Percy stands up straight, his brow ceased. "I could drive you, if that's okay with you. I mean I know you just met me and stuff and that might be weird but..."

"That'd be nice." I say, because in reality, I could probably beat the shit out of this guy if he does anything remotely threatening to me. And plus, a free ride with a hot guy. Molly would be jealous.

"Okay, cool. I'll just bring my car around here. Stay here. "Percy starts to walk away, and I study the back of him. He has tight muscles steaming along his torso, and broad shoulders that compliment his tall figure. I stare him, and when I can no longer see him I sigh. Finally. A relief from people.

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"So how old are you?" Percy asks me.

I stare out the window, gazing at the mountains that surrounded the city. It reminded me of the time I went to Colorado with my family. We climbed mountains and uncovered thing we've never seen before. It made me chest ache.

"Sixteen." I tell Percy, disinterested in the conversation. "But I'm going to be seventeen in July. What about you?"

"A year older." Percy tells me. "Eighteen in August."

Ugh. Enough with the ages.

I turned towards him, studying his six O'clock shadow. Its six thirty right now, but all I've done is wonder why he offered to drive me at such an early time.

"I think all the small talk has gotten to me." I open his console. "You've got any gum in here?"

Percy nods. "Yup, it's cinnamon though. I don't know why I was so fucking stupid to buy that shit. I'm practically allergic."

"How can you be practically allergic to something and still buy it?" I ask, bewildered. "We're you high than too?"

Percy peals his eyes off the road for a second, sticking his tongue out at me. "No, it was the only pack of gum in the store. Ironically of course."

"So you won't mind if I take it?" I lift the gum package up and stick it in Percy's face. He swatted it away, chuckling.

"Sure. You might save me from wasting an EpiPen."

I laugh, not in a sick in sadistic way like imagining Percy all bloated and needing to get him to the hospital, but more at the light-hearted way that he made it.

"But are you really allergic to cinnamon?" I ask him, stuffing the pack of gum in my bra. Percy raises his eyebrows at that, but he doesn't say anything.

"Yeah. But not gum. Like a butt load of that shit can get me into a hospital. And it ain't pretty."

"Like you couldn't be pretty." Immediately after I said that I regretted it. Why did I always have to open my big damn mouth?

Thankfully Percy didn't address it, he just gave me an all-knowing look.

"Jesus Christ can't go five seconds without all this bullshit." He points towards the traffic ahead of us. "Can you believe this?"

I lean forward, checking out the white sedan in front of us. "This idiots going twenty miles per hour. Go around him."

Percy grins and jerks the wheel to the left, making me tumble into the console.

"Sorry about that!" He shouts and presses down on the accelerator, jerking me backwards into my seat. God Percy is an awful driver.

He swerves around the around the car, making it go over the grass on the left side of us. I'm sure I'm screaming at the top of my lungs, for unknown reasons, but I'm also laughing at the same time, undoubtedly enjoying myself.

"Watch where you're going." I say once were back on the road, taking a deep breath. "It was lucky you didn't hit a stupid old lady crossing the street."

Percy jabs a finger at me, eyes still pealed on the road. "I'd hit her in a second. What's an old lady gonna be doing at six-fourth in the morning anyway?"

I think about it. "Aren't old people blind?"

"Yes Annabeth." Percy says in a mock tone. "All old people are blind."

I laugh hitting him jokingly on the shoulder. "You know that's not what I meant!"

He puts his hand back on the steering wheel. "Sure Annabeth, I believe you. Anyways, where do you live?"

I wasn't expecting the question so suddenly. I realized now that I was having a good time with Percy, and that I didn't want to be separated from him right away. I lived not too far from here, and I'm pretty sure Thalia wouldn't mind having me dropped at her house, since it was much farther away. So what's the big deal? I could talk with Percy some more and not have to deal with Molly or my dad. Sounds like a done deal.

"Um." I unlocked my phone, searching for Thalia in my contacts. "Just stay on this road. It's about ten minutes away."

"Ten minutes." Percy says under his breath. "Damn, we should just exchange phone numbers now."

I blush at that. Was Percy asking me out? Of course not, we've only known each other for less than twenty minutes. He couldn't possibly be hitting on me this soon in the relationship.

~Relationship~. I turn away from him and stare back out the window. I've never been in an actual romantic relationship before, and I wasn't about to start now. I wasn't ready, and I needed to focus on my schoolwork, even though it's summer time...

I draw my attention back to my phone, clicking on Thalia's name and starting to write a text to her. But what do I say? Hey Thalia! I'm coming over your house at seven in morning when I got wasted last night and ditched you because I'm a fucking idiot. Yeah, maybe I should just tell her I'm okay. And that's what I do, one quick text telling her I'm coming over. I really hope she doesn't mind.

I tell Percy the address, trying to sound not too pompous when I tell him it's on 'Boulevard avenue'. I see him cringe at that, but he covers it up with a polite smile.

We hit a bump on the road and I'm yanked forward, with Percy putting a protective hand across my chest.

"Sorry about that. Shitty pot holes."

"Pretty sure those weren't pot holes." I tell him. "But nice try."

"Nice try my ass. Next time you should drive."

"Well, I can't."

Percy turns to look at me, only for a second, but his face is full of benevolence. "Really? I mean, I know a lot of people who decide to put off driving, but I never really understood why."

I look down at Percy's arm, still under the protective lock of my chest. "You can move your hand now, and I have a valid reason for not driving."

Percy moves his arm away gradually, making a popping sound with his mouth. "Valid? Do explain."

"My mom wouldn't let me." I tell him, venom dripping in my voice. "She doesn't want me to have freedom."

I don't tell him the whole truth, with my mom beating me whenever I brought it up to her. She never wanted to pay for food and clothes and with a roof over my head, so she sure as hell wouldn't pay for driver's Ed classes. Percy didn't need to know this. He's only been a sort-of friend of mine for about a half an hour, and that stuff doesn't usually come up until weeks in.

"That must suck." Percy said, summing up my exact thoughts. "You don't even have a permit?"

My eyes flicker to an intersection coming up. "No. Get off here."

I try not to make myself too demanding. I didn't want to come off on the wrong foot, and a slight silence comes between us as Percy put on his blinker, speeding up to a side road.

"You must have a killer hangover." Percy smirks, his green eyes bright. "I'd say sleep it off when you get home."

"Thanks for the advice, but I'll be alright."

I pull my feet up, hugging my knees against my chest. Percy doesn't say anything, so I'd say for the better he doesn't mind.

"This is weird." I say to no one in particular.

"How so?" Percy asks. I avert my eyes from him, trying to concentrate on each color of the buildings we pass.

"I mean, I came with my friend and her stupid brother that I went I went to school with to see 'The Tweakers', and I end up getting the short end of the stick." I lean my head against the back of the seat, feeling an enormous headache come on. "And I was so fucking stupid to even take that fucking drink! What was I trying to prove?! That it looked so cool when other people did it so I might as well look cool?!"

I finish my rant just in time for Percy to pull into the respected development that Thalia lived in. Huh, that quick? It didn't seem like ten minutes. More like two.

"Seems like you have quite a dilemma there." Percy says, braking slightly so the cars rolling at an extremely slow speed. "A lot to talk shit about."

I opened my mouth, but the words that I wanted to spit out didn't show.

You don't know the half of it. I wanted to say. Molly, my dad. It's a nightmare.

"Which house is yours?" Percy asks, scanning the large houses we pass by, a flicker of jealousy on his face.

"I'll say when." I mutter, feeling a heap of embarrassment for declaiming all my issues to him.

Eventually, when Percy pulls up to the house, I make a big show of telling him I was really grateful that he was able to drive me back to me house. Well, it's not my house, but it might as well be seeing I'd rather spend my time here.

"It's no big deal." Percy says gleefully. "I needed to get away from the guys anyway. They're all extremely problematic."

I unbuckle my seatbelt, rolling my eyes. "Yeah... So I guess... This is goodbye?"

I said it as a question, but I already knew the answer. This was a one-time thing. Likewise, I'll never see Percy again.

"Yup." Percy outstretches his arms, a tattoo peeking out from his t-shirt sleeves. I look away.

"Well, it was nice to meet you." I say opening the car and stepping out.

Percy signals himself out, and starts to drive away, and I'm standing there wondering what the fuck just happened to me.

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"The fuck happened?" Thalia says, swinging the front door open. "And who the fuck was that?"

I turn around to see Percy's car still swiveling away in the distance. Well, I feel that headache come back.

"Too much to explain." I don't wait for Thalia to usher me in, I just brush right past her, plopping down on one of the couches in the living room.

Thalia sat down too, a solemn expression on her face. "But seriously? What the fuck happened?"

I played with the ruffles of one of the pillows. "What do you remember from last night?"

Thalia blinked. "I lost you as soon as the concert started. I was like, fucking screaming your name at the top of my lungs, so was Jason, and you wouldn't answer any of your texts..." She shook her head, breathing heavily. "I looked everywhere for you, and you never showed."

"And you left without me." I said indulgingly. "By myself."

Thalia suddenly got a frantic look in her eyes. "I swear Annabeth! It was all I could do! Jason finally yanked me away after hours of searching. I swear I would've stayed longer if I could but..."

"You thought I was a goner."

Thalia nodded, her blue eyes dark. "Yes. I-I didn't know what to do. But... What happened to you?"

I rested my hand on my chin, debating whether or not to forgive Thalia. Honestly, I wasn't pissed at her for leaving me at first, but she did. She left me alone, and drunk, and practically helpless. I took a long breath and stared up at her.

"I got mixed up with some bad people."

Thalia cocked her head to the side. She finally got that groove back into her eyes, the one I was in her when I first met her.

"Bad people." She asked, bewildered. "What kind of 'bad' shit are we talking about here?"

I pressed my fingers to my temples. "They were passing some stuff around... And I took some of it."

"Passing some stuff around? What would they be...?" Thalia trailed off, astonished.

"Not drugs." I tell her reassuringly. "Although, alcohol might as well be a drug-."

"Alcohol!" Thalia bounced on the couch, grinning like an idiot. "Annabeth! You didn't!"

I gritted my teeth, not wanting this to be a big deal. I wasn't keen on sharing this with anyone in the first place, and Thalia was no exception.

"I did, and I was an idiot for thinking there would be no consequences."

Thalia raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "So what? You blacked out and some guy drove you home."

"Something like that." I shrugged, not wanting to be bothered with any of this. "It doesn't matter though, I just know I won't be doing any type of drugs of alcohol or whatever that shit that I drank was."

Thalia's eyebrows ceased, and I could tell she knew I wasn't telling the whole story. Well, I wasn't completely, but I got all the important stuff down, I hoped. I mainly left out the dickbag that was Ethan, and Percy in general, but I didn't have the heart to go on and tell her now. I just wanted to sleep.

"You don't mind if I crash here for a little longer, do you?" I ask, stretching my legs out on the couch. Thalia stood up to get out of the way. "You do owe me."

Thalia stared. "You're okay though? I mean... Yeah you can crash on my couch, or my bed or one of the guest beds, but are you okay?"

I thought about it. In the moment, things could have gotten a lot worse last night. Worse than I could ever imagine. Ethan could have taken advantage of me and I could have actually never made it to Thalia's house. So am I okay? Well, in a sense of having a happily steady morning yes, but the latter...

"I'm okay." I lie, plastering a fake smile on for Thalia's benefit. "I'm just dandy."

I I I

"So you got wasted last night?" Jason asked without interest.

My mind went into overdrive. Why was he a dick to me all of a sudden? Was it because I threatened to tell Annabeth his so-called 'secret'. That's not really an excuse to be rude to your friends.

"Yes." I reply coldly. "I got drunk, high, and fucked three guys and two girls last night. Any more questions?"

Jason glared at me, stonily. "No. Just wanted to see what all the fuss was about. Turns out, it's not much."

He storms out of the kitchen before I can reply to his irrelevant comment. Out of all the boys in the world, Jason just had to be Thalia's brother. I couldn't think of anything more retched.

I pick at my eggs, not in the mood to be eating at eleven in the morning. I reread over and over again the text that I wanted to send to my dad. Telling him I'll be home by whenever, and that he shouldn't worry about picking me up or anything like that. 'Whenever' legit meant whenever I felt like it though. My dad hasn't called or even texted me, so it's safe to assume that he doesn't mind if I end up coming home at twelve at night.

I roll my sleeves-Thalia's sweatshirt sleeves-up and I start to think about Percy. The guy who drove me home, who made me life. For some odd reason, I just couldn't get him out of my head. Before I would say that it was because he was good-looking, most people would, but now I'm starting to think it's more built up on his personality. Scary, I know.

"Hey," I turned around to see Thalia walking towards me, a solemn lip puckered up as she took a seat next to me. "The animal hospital called."

I perked up. I haven't heard news about Collie since... Since never. We dumped her off at the animal hospital to get her foot fixed. I wonder how she was doing...

"And?" I ask Thalia, anxious to hear what she has to say.

"They say we can pick her up at four." Thalia narrowed her eyes at me. "Unless you wish to pick her up when you aren't suffering from an obvious hangover."

I groaned. "Oh please, don't mention that. You know, you're a bitch sometimes."

Thalia smirked. "Hey, I won't deny it. I'm a bitch who lets you stay over my house."

"Alright. But the dog..."

Thalia crossed her legs. "Is yours. Unless, you don't want to deal with your bitch sister and dad with explaining exactly where you got here from. That's all I could save you from."

"You're offering to take the dog from me?" I asked, astonished.

Thalia hunched her shoulders. "Yes. It's just that last night was a disaster and I don't want to put you threw anymore of that stupid shit."

"That's not fair." I pouted. "You're not the one who found her-."

"Just let me take her in." Thalia said, cutting me off sharply. "You might as well live her now."

Well that took for an odd turn. I wasn't planning to do anything with the dog, so I guess it was a relief that Thalia was taking him. For the moment though, I didn't want to think about what would happen to her in the future. Because all in all, if Thalia and I somehow got into a fight like we almost did hours ago, would she keep the dog or hand it over to me? And I'm only staying here for the summer, so...

"Okay." I breathed. "It's a deal, but you have to promise me something."

Thalia's brow ceased. "Shoot."

"First off, it's our dog. Mine for the partaking, and yours for whatever else." Another thought occurred to me. "And tell your brother to stop being such a dick."

Thalia grinned. "'Course B, anything for the Princess."

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Getting out of the car my stomach dropped. I didn't know why, maybe it was because of how I was nervous to see the dog, but that didn't make any sense. Why was I nervous to see a dog? A dog that I saved from practically getting run over. Thalia kept telling me it was fine, but my hands shook as I opened the doors to the animal hospital, my phone ringing.

"Oh shit." I cursed. "Hold on, this is my dad."

"I'll wait in here." Thalia said, holding the door open so I could get out. "Or I might as well go get Collie, you talk to your dog."

I nod, pressing the accept button on my phone. "Hello?"

"Oh Annabeth, thank god you picked up."

My dad's voice sounded hoarse. I wonder what that was about.

I clutched my phone closer to my ear. "What do you mean 'thank god I picked up'? What's going on?"

"Well, not really 'thank god', more like I'm in dire need of your help."

I swallowed, unsure of what he's talking about. "Dire need of my help. Okay... What sort of help?"

"Your sister has a date."

I paused. My dad called me to let me know my sister has a date? What the hell.

"Uh... You're telling me this because...?"

"Because I'm worried." Now he sounds irritated. Oh, so he worries about Molly more than me? Figures.

"Look dad, I know you don't want Molly to date anyone-."

"It's not that." He says, cutting me off. "It's just... I don't want to lose either of you. I love you girls."

I groan inwardly, taking the phone away for a few seconds so my dad couldn't hear me. Doesn't my dad know that none of this mushy gushy love talk doesn't work on me? Besides, Molly's dated dozens of guys, even before dads three month 'business trip'. What makes this one different?

"I'm sure everything will be fine." I say through a gritted hiss. "You know Molly."

A pause. Maybe he had gotten the message.

But no, he wasn't done quite yet, because soon I could hear him chewing in the phone. What the fuck.

"I know you and your sister don't exactly get along, but it would be nice if you could... Tag along on her date?"

My jaw dropped. "You're asking me to spy on her?" I say in disbelief.

I could almost see my dad nodding. "Well, not spy on, more like watch from a distance. That won't be too hard, I gather?"

This time I groaned into the phone. "Well go I have to? I mean, why?"

"Just to make sure she is safe. I know this is difficult for you, but I'm willing to make a compromise."

I glance around the parking lot, suddenly having the feeling that someone was spying on me. A chill went don't my back.

"Okay." I eventually say. "Let's hear it."

My dad cleared his throat. "Okay, well I know you haven't been having the, er, happiest time here, but I really need this one favor from you."

I look behind me. Huh, nothing there. "Yeah..."

"So I'm willing to offer you a large sum of money."

My hearing must have been clouted because I swear to god my dad just said that he would offer me a large sum of money...? Did he say that?!

"What dad?!"

"I said I would grant you a large sum of money, of course, if you are able to fulfill all of the tasks I give you."

I almost lost grip of my phone. "You're serious? You-you would do that?"

My dad sighed. "If it comes to that, yes. Her date is tomorrow, and make sure you are able to meet me tomorrow morning on the terrace to discuss this. You can stay at your friends late tonight."

A grin spread across my face. So my dad was bribing me with money to spy on Molly. Figures. He could have decided to do anything with Molly, call an expert to spy on her, but he chose me. Me.

"How much money are we talking?" I ask, knowing I sound rude.

"It depends, I'll tell you once you finished your task, but you'll do it."

I hesitated. It sounded like a done deal, spying on Molly, getting money for it, what could go wrong? Well, she could catch me and I would have hell to pay for it. That could happen.

"Yes." I reply. "I'll do it."

"Alright Annabeth. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay." I say, looking behind me once again. "Bye."

I don't wait for him to respond. I end the call and hurry back into the animal hospital, were Thalia is happily waiting for me with Collie at her foot. The dog was waving her tail back and forth, eyes widening when she saw me.

"Collie!" I lean down to pat the dogs head. "How are you girl?"

"She seems fine to me." Thalia smirks. "Nothing amiss. We should get going Annabeth, the lady at the desk is giving me dirty looks."

I stand, an overwhelming passion coming from me, urging me to pick up this dog and practically squeeze her to death.

"Alright." I take the dog leash from Thalia. "Let's go."

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My hand gripped the banister, thoroughly guiding me back to my room. I make my footsteps quiet, unheard of by even the smallest of mice. For a second I think of taking a peak in Molly's room, seeing if she was asleep or having it out with her phone, but I thought better of it.

I remembered to lock the door, something that I was itching to regret, remembering how many times I missed the turn of the key, or the sounds it made when I told it off. I shivered, pushing the door open to my room. Finally, my dad added that air conditioning that I bitched for.

Rolf wasn't here, but I expected that. A dog couldn't have possibly gotten in with my door shut tight, but I had a longing for Rolf. After seeing Collie, all healthy and relaxed from the first time I saw here, I needed something to comfort me. I sighed, flopping on my bed without trying to make a single peep.

I shut my eyes, breathing in what I could, and taking it out without much endeavor. What a day. What a first couple of days. In the back of my head, I wanted to spill all of this to Molly, to make her envious of me in everything single way possible. I could've though. She'd blab to dad, or even mom, and knowing that I was actually having a fun time here, send me to fucking Siberia. A low groan came from my mouth. I can never win. Not like this.

It was late, but I wasn't tired one bit. Maybe it was because I was having a million thoughts running through my head. Percy, Collie, Percy. For some reason, that stupid boy kept up popping back up in my mind. It couldn't be a coincidence.

Without thinking, I pulled out my diary, turning to a fresh clean page and staring straight at nothing for what it felt like an eternity. I wanted to write in this, I did, but I also didn't want anyone, Molly in particular, finding this and telling everyone my deepest, darkest secrets.

I ignore that, scratching down anything I could on the pages. When I take a look to see what I had written, I wasn't satisfied. What I had written, in many retrospect's, was a colossal of bullshit that penetrated my very memory. I stared for a bit longer, drinking in every word,

~Dear Diary~,

Nothing pains me more than writing in this thing, and knowing I had given up everything from the start I came here. Molly? Just another problem I can't deal with. She'll always win. At her own game of course. On the other hand, I got drunk last night and couldn't even forget the very guy who drove me home, that's better left unknown. I don't know. It has something to do with hormones, I know, but at the same time I know it's not. I'm thinking of maybe going back to him, but I don't know where to start.

I have a god now, er, my friend Thalia and I have a dog now, so I guess that's a positive. Anyway, I'm busy tomorrow spying on Molly during her date via money through dad. Who knew he had it in him?

Annabeth

There was no point in revising it, I left it be and threw it in one of the boxes off the side of my room, where I still had clothes to put away. Before I knew it, my head hit the pillow, enveloping me in sleep.

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Bleh, Percy introduction. You know what, if anyone reads this and is interested, PM me your favorite PJO/HOO character so I could add them into this story. I feel like this has gotten really boring, or maybe that's because I've reread this chapter a million times. Anyway review please!:)