Rage

Percy smiled as the final bell rang. He jumped out of his plastic, hard seat and sprinted towards his locker. He remembered the first day of school as a junior when he was thrilled he got a blue locker since blue was his all time favorite color.

As he fumbled with his lock, his girlfriend, Rachel Dare, came up to him. Shit. He thought she walked up to him and covered his sea green eyes with her moisturized hands. "Guess who?" she cooed. Percy hated when people covered his eyes. He liked to know what was going on around him.

"I don't know." he said, "Is it my beautiful girlfriend?" Rachel spun him around and gave him a peck on the lips. The only reason he was dating her was because her dad was trying to get him into an amazing swim college.

"Doing anything today?" she asked. Percy finally got his combination right and yanked down the lock. "I have swim practice." he stated grabbing his blue backpack and stuffing it messily with textbooks and loose papers. Rachel's face fell. "Well," she droned, "Maybe you can skip one teeny weenie practice and we can catch a movie or something."

Percy frowned. He hated when she made up words like that, not that he'd say it to her face. "I really can't miss this Rach." he said, "There is a huge meet coming up this weekend and I need to practice."

"But you're the fastest on the team, Perce." Rachel gave him a pouty look, "Can't you miss a tittle wittle practice?" She hugged him, her curly red hair itching his nose. "Sorry." he said and disappeared through the halls.

Practice was the usual. Hot girls in skin-tight swim gear ogling Percy with no shirt on and Coach Paul accidentally falling in the pool. Percy, being the swim captain, took charge after that because Coach Paul hated walking around in wet clothes so he goes home.

Swim practice ended late. As Percy got in his blue Honda Grover Underwood, his best friend, came up to him. "Hey wanna hear a pencil joke?" Grover asked while his curly red afro bobbed. Percy immediately said sure. "Never mind," Grover said, "It's pointless! Hahaha! Get it?"

Percy cracked a smile and put his key in ignition. "Very funny, man." he chuckled as he drove off. He was halfway home when he saw a body lying in the middle of the road.

Back to Annabeth

Annabeth got up steadily, her annoyed relatives watching disapprovingly. Nobody offered to help her up. Nobody asked if she was okay. Nobody gave a shit. She turned to see who opened the door. It was her fat aunt of course; Annabeth didn't know her name but liked to call her Aunt Bullshit. "Oh." She said sourly, "I see you have finally come to join the party."

Annabeth glared at her. "Yeah, finally after you let me in!" she shouted with a surprising bit of rage. Aunt Bullshit looked unharmed. "What do you mean?" she asked innocently. "You know what I mean!" Annabeth continued, "You locked me out of the house!"

Aunt Bullshit simply shook her head. "You have a vivid imagination." she chuckled. Annabeth had it. She gripped the knocker and chucked it at her face. She didn't want to stick around for the rest so she ran to the back door, grabbing a shot of vodka before she left.

She pushed open the back door and ran outside. The wind was picking up and she almost fell. She walked down to the pool and took the shot. She didn't care that the people on the porch were staring at her. She walked over to the pool house and threw the shot glass at it.

The glass shattered into microscopic pieces. The people sitting on the porch now bustled inside. Annabeth never felt this angry at anyone before. She screamed and kicked the ground. The back door opened and she ran into the woods.

Tree branches smacked her face and thrones cut her hands. She stubbed her toe on a root and fell. She lied in the leaves for a minute, breathing deeply. She sat up and looked back at the mansion. Every light was on and she could see the shadows to people walk through the house.

She couldn't stand the sight of it any longer. She ran through the woods until she ended up on the street. She wanted to go home. NOW. She stumbled onto the street and started to cry. She had never cried so much in one day.

Just then, as if to prove her life sucked, a truck came rumbling down the street and shot up mud from the back tires. Annabeth looked down at herself, she was wet, covered in mud, and her face and hair probably looked like she rolled out of bed.

A gust of wind picked up and blew Annabeth onto the street. She toppled over and couldn't get up. She saw headlights and heard a screech. The last thing she saw was an attractive boy with wet black hair before she blacked out.

Percy's POV

As I was driving home from swim practice, I saw a body lying in the street. I pulled over and jumped out to help. She looked familiar before I realized. Holy shit. This was Annabeth Chase, the girl I have loved all my life.

A/N: Liking the cliffy?