Sorry for being so absent; I was on spring break. anyways I spent every free minute last week thinking about what's going to happen next. Anyways this chapter is really long- sorry about that but its important
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Annabeth POV (Again)
I blow the annoying brown bangs from my wig out of my face as I stand outside the airport, out of view of the security camera, waiting to for Reyna's flight to land. Her part of the operation is easier than mine. Officials in Puerto Rico aren't as careful about monitoring the baggage brought on the plane. Here in the US, I'm going to have a lot more difficult task.
"Flight M32 from Puerto Rico landing on runway 3." The radio that I stole from a guard blares. "Due in 20 minutes" Thats my cue. I turn and walk into the terminal, making my way to the public phone. I dial the NYPD.
"Hello New York Police Department, Rachael speaking, how may I help you?"
"Yes, hello. I would just like to tell you that I shipment of coke is going to be arriving on flight H57 from Costa Rica in 10 minutes on runway 2," I say into the phone. Already I can hear Rachel calling someone. I hang up and make my way to into my original position. It's not long before I hear sirens. The flight from Costa Rica touches down and is immediately surrounded. meanwhile on the other runway, Reyna's flight lands. The passengers are let off the plane and I see Reyna skip out of the line. Trying to keep a low profile from the many cops and airport workers, she makes her way towards me. Some one gives a shout as they notice us. Reyna starts to run. Thats it. The cops know now.
"Come on!" I scream. As soon as she reaches me we take off towards the street; Reyna with the bursting gym bag bouncing on her leg. We round the corner of the airport, and I pull Reyna into an alley. We sprint to the other end and I immediately hail a cab. I can hear the police cars spreading out and getting nearer. "Manhatten!" I practically scream at the cabby as we dive into the cab. He pulls out into the evening traffic as the first police car rounds the corner. Reyna and I both breath a sigh of relief. Then we look at each other, and collapse into frantic, nervous giggles.
"Oh My God!" Reyna cries. "That was so close."
After we drop the drugs off at the designated place Reyna and I decide to do something that we normally wouldn't do. Drink. We stop at my place to change as Reyna only brought the drugs with her and I and we are both all sweaty. Reyna borrows some of my close and we head to the bar.
For the rest of the evening we catch up, but the conversation soon turns serious.
"How on earth did this happen? I don't understand. We are two very intelligent women and here we are carting drugs around the world," I say.
"That has got to be the worst and sketchiest exchange that I have ever done. I can't believe that you came up with that plan," Reyna says to me while she gyrates against some guy.
"I know but the police are on my tail and it was to late to turn you around. I'm going to tell Chiron that I don't want to do anything for a while. Someone else can stick their neck out until all the buzz around me dies down." I know that this will never happen- Chiron owns me, but I nearly ended up in jail today and it's mostly the alcohol talking anyways. A guy slides up to me, but I push him away.
"I want to quit my Puerto Rico drug running job- I love it here in New York." Reyna yells. We should probably be more careful, but you know what? Fuck it.
We leave the dance floor and take a seat at the bar.
"Some shots please," I yell louder than I meant to at the bar tender. "How did you even end up in this drug business," I slur at Reyna.
"Oh you know, the classic girl whose whole family has been involved in drugs for generations, and everyone is expected to join. I was running drugs from suppliers to dealers at age 12 around San Juan, around the country at age 15 and now I'm in charge of the international division. My sister, Hylla, was supposed to take some drugs to Brussels a couple years ago. She went and never came back," Reyna says simply. "I'm sure that she's changed her name or something. No one can leave- ever. They remind me all the time. Anyway, she's a lucky duck. At least my dad is out of the picture- he was killed in a gang shooting; now my uncle runs the business, which is good because he kind of turns a blind eye to what I do," Reyna manages to slur out. The bartender sets down 6 shots in front of us. "What about you? What did you do to end up here?" She gestures down at the drinks.
I down a shot before I answer. "I never met my mom. She left my dad for a job in Texas, and when she found out that she was preggers with me she was not happy. She had me, dropped me off on my dads doorstep and left. Well, you can imagine the surprise on my dads face. Anyway, he thought that it was his duty to raise me even though he didn't want to; I could tell that he didn't want to. He wanted to be a bachelor for a little while longer. He didn't want to be tied down by a kid. Anyway, he decided that since his bachelor life was over he might as well find a girl. Next thing I know, I'm even farther down on the totem pole with a new wife who's pregnant with twins. Some nights I would sleep outside the library so that I could go in the moment it opened- dad and Susan never even noticed. Then the twins were born, and that was it- I didn't exist. So I left. I was on the streets of San Fran when Chiron found me and for some reason took me in- now here I am." I have never told anyone this.
Reyna studies me with surprisingly sharp eyes considering the amount we've had to drink. "But you are going to school, right?"
"Yeah, in case I ever get out of this mess, I can be an architect!" I reply sarcastically. "Want to get outta here?"
"Yeah" We both finish the drinks, pay the bill, stand up, grab our coats, and head outside. We are walking down the street, laughing and stumbling, when I run head on into someone. "Oh fuck, sorry I wasn't lookin'," I slur from the ground. A warm hand grabs mine and pulls me up.
"No it was my fault." I look up. Percy Jackson. "Oh Annabeth. Hi"
"Heeey" I draw out. There is a large group of people staring curiously at us from behind Percy. He turns to the group.
"Guys, this is Annabeth. She's in my english class." I nod my head at them, but loose my balance. "Woah." He peers at me. "Are you drunk?''
"Yeah really really really bad day. Only after we hung out though," I rush. "Oh by the way, this is Reyna." I introduce her. Then Percy names everyone in his group. There are a lot of names- if I were sober I would be capable of remembering them, but not in this state. "And that's Jason. He also had a very bad evening, and is looking for a drink. Want to come with?"
I look at Reyna. What the hell, right? "Sure."
A/N Hey, so I hope that you like it. I'm hoping to have the next chapter ready by the middle of the week. Tell me what you think so far, where you want it to go, what you think I should add, what you didn't like/ hate, the name of your crush, your deepest fears… Anything! I love hearing from you. You honestly make my day!
-Demi