Annabeth POV

"Shit".

I groaned as the pain in my lower back flared upwards from the impact of the hard floor. I cursed to the Gods who obviously had something against and wanted me to suffer great humiliation on my first day of senior year. I have successfully hidden in the shadows for the past two years and now that has all gone down the drain - I will be the talk of the school for the next month undoubtedly.

I was acutely aware that I had been sat on the floor way too long, lost in my own thoughts, until I could hear laughing echoing down the corridor. This was my worst nightmare. How was I meant to blend now when I would be the laughing stock of the school?

I began to scramble to my feet as the laughing continued and my cheeks became red for the second time today. Fortunately, someone grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet safely before I could make a fool of myself again. It soon became apparent that this was the guy I walked straight into. I wiped imaginary dust off my jeans, and an apology ready on my lips, but that soon vanished as I looked up at him.

His sea green eyes were mesmerising, swirling into different shapes like the ocean. His messy black hair stood up in different directions, giving me the sudden urge to run my hands though it. His swimmers build meant he has defined muscles, but he wasn't too muscular. He was tall, definably over 6 foot, towering over my 5-foot 5 height. He was wearing black jeans with a fitted navy-blue t-shirt and old converse that looked as if he had owned them for years.

As I stood blatantly staring it him a lopsided smirk appeared on his face making him even more attractive. He was looked like a God.

But he was the one and only Percy Jackson, the most popular guy in school. I stood there gaping like a fish whilst negative thoughts plagued my mind. This is the worst possible thing that could have happened.

'Pull yourself together Annabeth'. I shook out of my thoughts.

"Um… sorry, I wasn't looking um where I was going". I crouched down to grab my books, but he reached them before I could. We stood up in sync and as he passed me my books he leaned down and smirked.

"Better be more careful next time Princess".

As he continued to walk down the hallway I turned and stared at his back dumbfounded until he disappeared around the corner. As the whispers continued to surround me, I made my way down the hallway in the opposite direction to my locker, but this time I made sure to watch where I was going.

The rest of the morning went by uneventfully yet in no way, did I go by unnoticed as planned. The constant whispers and giggles followed me everywhere I went. Not only was I the girl who walked into someone, but I was girl who fell on her arse after walking into the hottest guy in school.

Yes that's right you heard me correctly. Not only is he a rich, self righteous brat, he's the hottest guy in school with a smirk that could kill. So sue me, I have a crush on Percy Jackson but never in a million years would I admit it because A. I doubt he even knows my name and B. It would be social suicide to associate myself with him without getting killed by his current girlfriend. He is a player who wears leather jackets and drivers an Aston Martin, whilst I'm a slave trapped inside my own house and can barely speak without stuttering.

By the time sixth period came around I was ready to leave, but I had one more class, Greek studies. With a sigh I shut my locker and headed to class early, trying and failing to avoid the stares. Just as I was about to enter the classroom, I heard a shout hollering my name.

"Oi Blondie!" I was momentarily confused until I saw three wannabe Barbie's strutting their way up to me.

Their ringleader, who had shouted my name, had fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. She wore a short black pencil skirt with a white shirt, only buttoned part way revealing her chest. Seriously is there no dress code in this school? Her two followers wore similar variations of the outfit. The first Drew Tanaka who was in my Maths class, wearing a copy of the ring leaders outfit but with a burgundy skirt and black shirt matching her hair, and the other being Katie Gardner from my English class who looked like she did not want to be there, wearing jeans and a revealing top. All with expensive designer bags and Louis Vuitton heels.

Classic mean girls.

The stench of perfume immediately hit me, intoxicating my nostrils and making me feel dizzy as they got closer.

The corridor grew an eerie silence as stares followed the mean girls as they walked. Great, I am going to be the centre of attention again.

"C..c Can I help you?"

"What do you mean can I help you? You can help me by staying away from my boyfriend bitch". The redhead spat at me.

I had no clue what she was talking about at first until the realisation hit me. I had spoken to no one else today other than the guy I walked into earlier this morning.

"I just accidently walked into him... I'm not stealing him" I said timidly.

I was about to walk away when all three of them send death glares to me. That was until the redhead burst into a fit of rage.

"You just walked into him? Stop being so desperate, it makes you look like a slut. You are a cheap scumbag who thinks she can walk into this school and have anything you want but no. I will make your life a living hell until you run out of this school crying to mummy".

I must admit, that last comment struck a cord and I stood there gaping at her. Little did she know that my mum was dead and the hurt was still raw. But I wasn't about to let her know that and show weakness in front of her. Instead I stood my ground with my new found confidence. There goes my chance of hiding this year, but at this point I didn't care cause she deserved what she was about to get.

"A slut? Have you looked in the mirror lately, you? I don't know how you have the audacity to say that, with how much of your ass is on display! And well at least I earn the things own and you will be lucky to make it into a community college with your ant scrotum of a brain. I bet my savings you can't even spell desperate and you don't know even a slither of my life, so I would stop right there if I were you. Now can you and your imbecile friends can get out of my way… well if you even know what that means" With my voice dripping with sarcasm.

With that I pushed through them to make my way to class that I was now late for. I felt stupid for stooping to her level when I don't even know the bitch, but she was way out of line and it put her in her place.

Now I was immediately regretting that decision, my cheeks were flaring as I walked away, not daring to look up at the crowd that had gathered around us in fear of what they might say.

I had just made myself public enemy number 1.

I took a deep breathe before steeping into my Greek Studies class which I was thankfully just on time for. I love mythology and reading so this class wasn't really going to be a challenge, but I knew I would still enjoy it.

I kept my head down and made my way to the only available desk at the front, not seeing who was around me, but I could feel the glares on my back. I was becoming anxious and my leg started to bob up and down as I thought of the events that just took place. However, the teacher dragged me out of my down spiralling thoughts when he entered the class.

"Good afternoon class. Welcome back to senior year and to those who have not had the pleasure of my teaching I am Mr. Brunner".

Mr Brunner was wise and easily my favourite teacher. His classes were most enjoyable in this hellhole.

"We will be studying Greek Gods this term. You will have an assignment that will be worth 20% of your grade. It will be marked by me and you have 6 weeks to complete this in pairs this I have already chosen."

There were a few groans when this was announced but I was thankful as being the newbie, I doubt anyone would be interested in working with me.

"You will be given two Greek Gods to study in your pairs. You have to complete a 5-page research booklet on these gods, presenting it as you please, as well as 4,000-word essay that you will complete with your partner in your own time".

"The pairs will be as follows: Luke Castellan and Rachel Dare" … So that's the name of the Barbie ringleader I thought.

"Thalia Grace and Nico; Jason Grace with Piper Mclean" … The list continued as I waited for my name to be called but now at least I could put names to faces… "And lastly Percy Jackson with Annabeth Chase".

I turned around to find the boy I walked directly into smirking at me. This was just my luck. If Rachel's looks could kill I would be dead by now. Everyone was staring at me and I felt like I was going to burst.

I change my mind, this was now my worst class and it was shaping up to be the worst year of my life.

AN: Hey guys, here is the second chapter of the revised story which I hope you like! I apologise if there are any words that are different as to what you would write and say as I am from England.

Anyway if you like this chapter please favourite and review and I will update as soon as possible!

Thank you for reading,

C.H x