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Superheroes – Chapter Two (Blind Date)

It was one sunny day and a Minotaur decides to destroy some buildings for fun at Olympus. There was nothing fun to do in a forest anyway. So he sauntered off towards the sound of loud honking horns and a marching band playing in the city.

Of course, the way our little Minotaur thought was that today was a Saturday; the Twelve wouldn't try to kill him today. Saturdays are days off work, right? And if he ever encountered them, he could beat them up pretty easily since he'd most likely be versing against just one puny superhero.

Oh, but he's wrong. You see, our favourite superheroes love working 24/7. It doesn't matter if it's a Saturday; they'll still hunt the Minotaur down. But obviously, our oblivious Minotaur had no idea. He's only tried destroying the city on weekdays; he thought there'd be a difference to attack on a weekend.

When the Minotaur arrived to his destination, he stared longingly at the beautiful towers and skyscrapers. How much he'd love it just to break down one building.

Percy however, the Minotaur's most hated hero, had just stepped out of a shoe store carrying a new pair of sneakers. Apparently, the Minotaur's first target was the shoe store Percy had come out from. The Minotaur wanted to start off with a small building first.

Percy, thick as ever, didn't notice the Minotaur at first who was gazing at the shoe store with happy eyes yet. He had just put away his new shoes in the car and was about to sit down until he heard a huge roar. That was when Percy detected the Minotaur.

Percy rushed into the car and quickly changed into his lovely costume before dashing right out. Too late, his prey has been stolen by the one and only, Athena. Of course, he doesn't know her real name, now does he?

Annabeth was dodging the sharp end of the Minotaur's battleax, causing the Minotaur to create large dents and earthquakes onto the parking lot. Olivia, her owl, was soaring above the monster, watching it's every move, finding a weak spot.

Fuming, Percy summoned a mini hurricane to help him move up in the air; his least favourite way of traveling, but he had to beat Athena. She was his worst rival.

Percy was now right behind the Minotaur's head. "Hey, Beef Face!" Percy hollered at the Minotaur, which instantly caught his attention. "Remember me? The guy who killed you like a million times? Want me to send you to dust again?"

The Minotaur snorted in anger. Oh, he remembered the half-naked man alright. And he was pissed. Can't he have one happy weekend where can destroy at least something? Other than the parking lot, of course.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes when she saw Percy. "Poseidon," she grumbled under her breath. There was no way she was going to let him take her glory. So she thought of a plan and smirked. She'll let him distract the beast.

The Minotaur was going to take a swing at Percy, but the monster's eyes widened in horror before Percy could try to dodge the attack. The axe was held up in mid-air, the Minotaur's mouth gapping. A second later, it disintegrated into golden sand. Annabeth was standing behind it with an innocent smile, dagger in her hands.

"Thanks for the distraction, Seaweed Brain," she says sweetly, twirling her dagger with her fingers.

Percy growled with anger. "You stole my kill!" he argued.

But before Annabeth could reply with a witty comeback, they were surrounded by the paparazzi. Cameras were flashing and people were screaming their names with pure excitement.

"Athena! Poseidon!" shouted one person with a microphone in his hands. "You two made such an amazing team! What did it feel like seeing the Minotaur again?"

Annabeth and Percy smiled for the cameras and made up some lies for the media.

Not so far away from there, Chiron in the Empire State Building (the headquarters of the Twelve organization) was sitting on his wheelchair, elbow on the armrest, and hand on his forehead. He shut down the television, and sighed in frustration. He was just watching yesterday's news of the shoe store incident. Chiron understood their situations and why they joined this superhero organization. After all, he was the one who gave the Twelve their powers.

But Chiron wanted them to stop fighting, especially Percy and Annabeth. They were his number one problem. Not so long ago, they almost ruined half the city because they were fighting over their target, practically trying to kill each other with their own powers and the city in progress.

Chiron sighed again. He had to put a stop to it. The others were fighting too, but he had to stop Percy and Annabeth first. They were top priority. So he thought of a brilliant plan. It was simple, but brilliant. He smiled and picked up the phone.

"Hello?" Percy asked into his cellphone groggily, not bothering to check the caller ID. He continued to wonder who'd call him at five thirty in the morning though.

"It's Chiron," says the person over the phone.

Percy instantly sat up on his bed, completely awaken. "What is it? Is there an attack somewhere?"

"No, boy," Chiron says. "But it is important. I want you to meet someone at Starbucks today, eight thirty sharp. The one by the Garden of Hesperides, table eighteen."

"Why? Who is it?" Percy frowned in confusion.

"No worries, you'll see. Wear something nice too. Just don't give away your identity to this person yet," Chiron says. "Good bye," and then he cut the line.

Percy sat on his bed with his amazing bedhead, sitting there with a dazed expression on his face.

Annabeth was already up and about to make breakfast until her cellphone rang. It was Chiron. She quickly answered the call and pressed the phone against her ear.

"What is it? Is there a monster attacking right now? What's the address?" Annabeth asked hurriedly as she rushed into her room to get out her costume (which wasn't really much).

"No, dear," Chiron replied.

Annabeth stopped her movements and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "It's not a monster attack?"

"No, it's not. It's something much more important," Chiron says, and Annabeth was suddenly much more interested than ever.

"Well? What is it?" She asked almost pleadingly for the answer.

"I want to meet someone at Starbucks, the one by Hesperides Garden. The person will be at table eighteen. Dress nicely, and don't tell this person you're a superhero just yet, understood?" Chiron instructed. "Eight thirty today. Don't be late."

Annabeth turned off her phone after Chiron. He wanted her to go to Starbucks? Who was this person she had to meet? How was this person more important than killing monsters? Annabeth bit her lip. She had to trust Chiron; he was her father figure. There was no way he'd make her go and meet this person if it wasn't so significant. He knew how much monster hunting meant to her.

So trusting Chiron, she opened her wardrobe, trying to find something to wear for eight thirty.

Surprisingly, Percy was early. He made it to Starbucks at eight twenty-five. He looked around and found a table with the number eighteen engraved onto it. The Starbucks here was known for meetings or dates. People would just reserve seats on table numbers.

Percy went over to the counter to buy a nice coffee before he went to sit at his assigned table with a "reserved" sign on it.

Two minutes later, Annabeth came rushing into the little coffee place. She was wearing blue skinny jeans and milky chocolate coloured T-shirt. She was carrying a grey satchel with her hair down, and was looking around the room for table eighteen. There, she spotted a raven haired man sitting there. She wasn't late, was she?

As she walked closer to her table, she noticed the black-haired man was rather handsome. He was wearing a white button-up T-shirt and black jeans. He was about to take another sip of his coffee, but he noticed her.

"Eighteen?" he asked.

"That's right. Chiron wanted me here," Annabeth says, taking a seat at the opposite side of him. She realized his eyes were a nice shade of green. She could've sworn she'd seen those eyes before, but she couldn't recall it. Maybe she hadn't been paying much attention that time.

Percy was thinking the same thing. He'd seen those grey eyes somewhere, but where? He'd always thought grey was supposed to be a dull, boring kind of colour. But her eyes looked…brilliant, if possible.

They just sat there for the next few minutes staring at each other until Annabeth realized she was supposed to be here for an important reason. Her face heated up in embarrassment.

Annabeth cleared her throat. "Um, why did Chiron want me here?"

Percy blinked in confusion. "Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing."

She frowned. "You don't know?"

Percy shook his head.

Annabeth groaned. "Excuse me for a second." She got up from her seat, took her phone out of her satchel and walked outside to make a call. She has dyslexia, so it was hard for her to text.

"Hello?" Chiron answered.

"Chiron! What on earth is this? What am I supposed to do?" Annabeth growled into her phone.

"Just talk to him," Chiron replied smoothly. "Don't worry. Talk about whatever you want, alright?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Annabeth scowled, but Chiron had already shut down his phone.

Sighing Annabeth just stood outside for a couple more minutes to calm down from fuming. She was confused and nervous. Chiron's trusting her to do something important, but she had no idea what she had to do. But mostly, she was pissed off that Chiron won't tell her specifically why she's here in the first place as if he was hiding something from her.

During those two minutes however, Percy decides to make his own call to Chiron since he was having the same feelings as Annabeth.

"Just get along with her," was all he said before he hung up.

Percy's head was buried in his hands in annoyance. That's it? What was he supposed to do? He groaned, trying to think of ways to 'just get along with her'.

Annabeth came in a moment later and took a seat, watching Percy warily and oddly whose face was still in his hands. She wondered what on earth he was doing. Or maybe Percy just didn't want to be here? Or maybe be with her? Annabeth furrowed her eyebrows at the thought for a few seconds, but calmed down as she continued to look at Percy.

She had this sudden urge to touch his raven hair. It looked all riled up, soft, and it shone brightly in the sunlight coming from the windows. She couldn't help herself from thinking how soft his hair really felt. It was just curiosity.

She peered over at Percy and introspected. He seemed to be sleeping; hardly moving at all. Maybe he was asleep? One of Annabeth's powers was able to identify her opponent's personality and read their minds, so it'd be easier to take them down. But she couldn't read his mind. Usually, everyone to her was an open book. She could read them easily. But this boy in front of her was different. She couldn't tell what he was thinking at all; as if whatever he was thinking kept floating around and couldn't be restrained for her to read; a bit like the ocean, she compared. She could tell Percy was awake though. Annabeth knew he was thinking about something; his mind wasn't blank, but she couldn't tell what his thoughts were.

Annabeth mentally sighed, her high hopes of Percy being asleep was gone. It seemed like she wouldn't be able to feel his hair anytime soon. It felt silly wanting to pat his head; but the feeling was like a five-year old wanting to pet an adorable puppy. Not that she thought Percy was adorable or anything. Oh, no.

Percy soon lifted his head and was startled to see Annabeth in front of him. "Whoa! When'd you get back here? Could've made a sound or something," he muttered.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I was waiting for you to wake up from your stupid nap," she snapped at him. Whoops? She forgot for that moment that she was supposed to 'befriend' this guy.

Percy frowned. "I wasn't napping," he protested. Percy had forgotten too.

"Oh really? You didn't notice the screeching sound of the chair when I sat down?" Annabeth scoffed with an eyebrow raised.

"I was thinking!" he protested.

"I never would have thought," Annabeth huffed.

They glared at each other for a few seconds.

"What'd Chiron say?" Percy spoke up.

"He wants us to talk," Annabeth replied. "He never mentioned what of though."

"That's nice," Percy sighed.

Right on cue after a few more seconds later, he and Annabeth stood up abruptly in unison with wide eyes in realization. "That bastard…" they both muttered.

"He set us on a date, didn't he?" Percy asked Annabeth.

"I'm afraid so," Annabeth said bitterly.

They both remembered how Chiron kept persuading them to go out more often than working so hard; to just relax. And each of them remembers that one time when they had a group meeting at the Empire State Building. That time when Chiron implied each and every one of them to be in a relationship so that they could loosen up more.

That bastard, Percy and Annabeth kept chanting in their heads.

He set them up on a blind date.

Their eyes met for a short moment, but they quickly looked away in embarrassment. Maybe it might not be so bad after all.

Yeah, I know. It's short, no edit, but hey. I hardly edit my work. Good enough though, yeah? I guess...okay, maybe not. Not my fault I'm not getting enough reviews! I mean, really? Just five? Come on! You readers can do better! I have no motivation for this story! Which is why you must click the review button! :)

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