Chapter 2

Percy

"Percy!" I woke up to my mom, Sally screaming at my from downstairs,"Time to get up! You have work today!"

I groaned and rolled back over, mumbling something about needing just five more minutes.

"I made blue waffles!" She said, in a last ditch effort to get me out of bed, and it worked.

"Coming!"I said, suddenly wide awake. I threw on my favorite Georgia Bulldogs t-shirt, jeans and my work boots and practically sprinted downstairs, in anticipation of my moms blue waffles.

"That was fast," my mom commented, a smirk on her face.

Me, being the ever mature sixteen year old I was, stuck my tongue out at her, and proceeded to dig into my heavenly blue waffles.

"Thanks, mom!" I called out as I ran out of the door, having finished all three of my waffles in a record time of six minutes.

"You welcome!" She called back,"Love you!"

"Love you too!" I yelled with a final wave. On my short drive to the Chase's house, about a half of a mile, all I could think about was Annabeth. Oh my God, she was so gorgeous, and so out of my league.

Especially those calculating grey eyes, blonde princess curls, and toned softball players body. God, I was such a mess. I'm sure all she saw in me was a friend, but I couldn't help but be infatuated with her. By the time I was done day-dreaming about Annabeth, I was already pulling into the Chase's driveway. Annabeth was already sitting out on the porch swing with a cup of orange juice in her hand, and a smile on her face.

"Someone's eager," she commented,"your ten minutes early."

I shrugged, and took a seat next to her on the porch swing.

"So boss, what are we doing today?" I asked Annabeth.

She rolled her beautiful grey eyes, but answered my question anyways. "Today I'm going to show you how to feed the horses, and then, assuming you know how to operate the lawn mower, you'll mow the front two acres around the house, while I go to work." She explained.

I nodded my understanding, then looked over at what she was wearing. "You might want to change your clothes before we get to work," I said, a cocky smirk on my face. "Not that I don't love how those owl pajama's look on you," I said with a wink. She blushed a deep red, which looked adorable on her might I add, and stood up to change her clothes. "Sorry," she said, obviously embarrassed.

"It's fine," I reassured her,"I told you, those are cute." I said with a smile. She blushed again and walked through the front door to get changed. Ten minutes later, Annabeth walked out, looking gorgeous as ever. She had on a turquoise tank-top with a little pocket on the left side, grey jean shorts, owl earrings, and grey converse, with her hair is some complicated braid. I'm pretty sure my jaw hit the floor of the porch.

"Close your mouth, Percy, your gonna catch flies," Annabeth laughed, walking past me and over to the horse stalls, which were about 200 yards away from her house. I jogged to catch up with her, a smile on my lips.

"So," Annabeth began,"tell me more about yourself, Percy."

"Well," I said,"what do you want to know?"

"Umm... What's your favorite color?" She asked.

"That's an easy one, blue. What's yours?"

"Grey." She answered simply, as we arrived at the stables.

"Cool," I said,"okay, umm... What's your favorite subject in school?"

"Math, what's yours?"

"Gym," I answered,"I'm on the swim team."

"Really?" Annabeth said,"I didn't know that..."

"There's a lot you still don't know about me Annabeth," my voice suddenly just above a whisper.

Annabeth abruptly turned around, and I was forced to notice our close proximity. Our faces were just inches away from each other, and neither of us were moving away. Annabeth cleared her throat, and slowly backed away from me. "Umm...so this is the stables. And this is my horse," she said pointing to a striking white horse, a smile on her face,"her names Athena.

I smiled. "Like the Greek goddess of wisdom and battle strategy?" I questioned her.

"Exactly like that," she said, seeming surprised that I was familiar with Athena. "When I was little, I used to imagine that Athena was my real mom, and that someday, I'd grow up to be just as smart and beautiful as her." Annabeth said, obviously in one of her day dreams about her mother.

"So who is your mom? I mean I know I meet your step-mom last night at dinner, but who is your real mom?" I asked her, hoping I wasn't being to nosey. Instantly, I saw her guard go up, and those beautiful grey eyes of hers became dark.

"My mother died when I was three, from pneumonia," Annabeth answered quietly.

"Oh," I said, feeling bad for asking. "My dad died when I was two of pancreatic cancer, if it makes you feel any better, your not the only one." Suddenly I saw her head snap up, and her guard fall down, just as easily as it went up.

"Really?" She asked looking at me, like she had never meet someone who could feel her pain.

"Yeah, but I don't really want to talk about it," I replied, desperately tying to fight off the image of my father that was slowly creeping into my mind. Annabeth nodded her head in understanding, knowing what I was going through.

"So, a lighter subject, how about I show you how to brush the horses and then I'll show you how much food to give them."

"That would be great," I said, as I followed Annabeth back to where the brushes were.

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