A/N: Since I'm using the most cliche story idea ever, it's only right that I write the most painfully cliche chapter. I can't count the number of times I've read this. Honestly this guy deserves to rot in Tartarus, and I don't mean anything he says.

Also, when I use words like "schist" "pitch" or "dam", the character isn't in on some joke, it's just my way of representing their colorful choice in language.

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Hello, all. I am Josh Hawke, yeah like the bird. I've dated every girl at this school, well not the nerds, that'd be gross. Well, that's what I thought, until I met Annabeth.

She's got this gorgeous blonde hair, and grey (No, I'm not British, I just spell it that way) eyes. I've been fooled by pretty new girls before, but she was different.

She knew basically all the lessons before they were taught, she would even dare to correct teachers, especially in English (she's in Senior classes though she's a Junior)

I messed up my hair a little and walked to her locker. "So, do you wanna like, chill ax at my place later. Y'know that kind of stuff,"

Her cold eyes met my wiggling eyebrows, "No thanks, just do your own homework." she responded. Did people try and use her? That's terrible.

"No, I didn't mean it like that-" I countered.

She looked shocked, "No, I don't want to 'get in your pants' either, besides, I have a boyfriend." Please, like anyone could be better looking than me. He probably was some Mathlete dweeb, with Velcro sneakers and a pocket protector.

"So, what's this major league freak look like, anyways?" I asked her.

She gestured to a photo collage she had in her locker of her and some Olympian swimmer guy. Seriously, he was like, ripped. His hair was black, and his eyes were green, so he kinda looked like some, American Harry Potter.

Her eyeballs flickered to the clock and back, "Look, Josh. This is really sweet and all, but I have to go." What? It's 3:15 school has just gotten out.

I wasn't taking no for an answer, "Annabeth, come here or I'll-" schist! What would I do? "I'll tell them about. The, thing..."

I had no idea what went on inside her brain, but it worked. She came running towards me and ran right up to my face. Score! Then it went mildly downhill. "Puny mortal you have no idea what I'm capable of."

Mortal? Please, I got like a 1360 when I retook the SAT's. That's genius level smarts right there. I thought of telling her, but she wouldn't believe me. Like? Who would. "Oh yeah, what are you some- some- godly being?"

Tough chance? I thought, like duh. A silver aura appeared around her, it flashed really brightly (and painfully) in everyones eyes. Annabeth was then wearing some Greek toga thing and armor, and she looked HOTT.

Annabeth stared me down, "as a matter of fact, yes, I am. Daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and war strategy. I'm the Architect of Olympus, I fought in- and won the Second giant and Titan wars- while all you mortals just sat and stared!"

Everyone stared at her, "so the Greek gods are real?" I asked, god knows what I was doing- drooling probably.

She promptly smacked me, "of course they are you idiot! I'm actually going to be receiving my mothers powers thanks to Queen Dirt Face, and the first thing I'll do is educate idiots like you!"

And that, is the story of when I met Annabeth Chase.

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