Stolen

Percy's POV

I went to bed early. I really loved Annabeth but I didn't know how to tell her without her freaking. I did a lot of pacing. Back and forth, back and forth. I swear I rubbed a hole in the toe of my sneaker from it.

Before I went to bed I sat in front of my house phone. Maybe I should call her. I thought. I picked up the phone and dialed. My thumb hung over the call button. No. I decided. This went on for several minutes until I pressed the call button.

"Hello?" a voice rang out from the other end of the line. "Um, h-hi." I stuttered. "Who is this?" the voice said. It sounded young, like a little boy. "Bob." I blurted and then hung up. Wow, way to play it cool. I thought.

Annabeth's POV

After I stormed out of Percy's room, I ran down the stairs. We could never be together. I was thinking. He is super popular and I'm the freak who people laugh at behind my back.

I decided to take the bus home. As I stepped on, the grubby driver barked, "That will be two bucks." I fished around in my pockets, spending the last of my money.

The ride went fast and when the bus pulled up to the closest stop towards my house, I jumped off. I dreadfully entered my house, surprisingly; my parents and brothers were home. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the yelling and insults I would get but they didn't come. All I heard was a gentle voice.

"We missed you, Annabeth." It said. I opened my eyes. It was my dad. He gave me a hug and said he was glad I was okay. I glanced at the clock. It was late, I had passed out longer than I thought I had. The clock read 10:24.

I went to my bedroom and took a long hot shower, letting the warm water soothe my skin. When I washed I imagined scrubbing all the incidents and troubles of the day.

I scrubbed my knees, washing away the push in the hallway. My arms, the door problem at Aunt Bullshit's. My hands, throwing the glass. My face, the fall into the street. And when I washed my hair I pretended I was washing away all the bad memories of my sucky day.

After my shower, I walked downstairs. Matthew was hanging up the phone. "Who was that?" I asked curiously. "Bob." he replied and walked away.

Rachel's POV

I ended my call with Drew. I had a better, more important call to make. I flipped open my pink address book and turned to the S's. Stoll. Listed perfectly between Striker and Stut. (A/N Sorry for the crappy last names) I carefully pressed the numbers, trying hard not to make a mistake. The phone rang.

"Hello?" a feminine voice said. "Hi." I replied, "This is Rachel Dare, I was wondering is Travis was there." There was a slight pause before Travis practically shouted, "Rachster! What's up, dude!?"

"Yeah, right." I said slowly, "I have a small favor for you." There was a pause before he responded, "What kind of favor are we talking about?"

I twisted a lock of hair between my index finger and thumb. "Do you want all of the details?" I asked.

"Sure," he responded, "why not?" He waited patiently before I began.

"I want you to knock on Percy's apartment door and keep him distracted and from turning around until I say you can stop."

"First," Travis insisted, "What's in it for me?" I could imagine him grinning mischievously from the other end of the line. "Whatever you want." I said. "I'm going to save this favor from you." he replied, "Just watch out because it could pop up anywhere."

"Listen," I sighed, "I have to go, I have a lot of planning to do." And with that, I hung up.

Percy's POV

I was sitting at my kitchen table, loose leaf papers scattered around me. Textbooks and worksheets piled up in the corner and a calculator sitting on top of the pile topped it off. I bit the eraser of my blue pencil nervously. I had absolutely no idea how to do the impossible calculus problem that was staring at me.

The fan above me whirred and buzzed as it swept cool air on the back of my neck. My mom was working the emergency room shift at the hospital so I was alone.

The doorbell rang, and I got up, grateful for a distraction. I crossed the peach walled living room and pushed open the door. Unbelievably, Travis stood there, a black mustache stuck upon his face.

"Um, hi." I said nervously, "What are you doing here?" He smiled and started to dance. I stepped back to slam the door in his face when he grabbed my wrist. "No, no, no, no, no." He spoke in a French accent. This is going to be a long night. I thought.

Drew's POV

Rachel and I climbed up the fire escape, a crowbar in hand. "Are we up to his floor yet?" I panted. My lean, toned legs were made for cheerleading and reeling boys in, not for climbing forty flights of stairs.

"Chill, we're almost, there." Rachel responded. I tried to suck up my hatred for the climb. I thought about Percy. What the hell was he doing, dumping Rachel? He is such an ass. My thoughts got interrupted by Rachel. "Here we go." she said eagerly.

Before we broke out the crowbar, we tried opening the window normally. It easily slid up and we climbed inside. "I guess we won't be needing this." I sighed tossing the crowbar off the escape. A crash sounded and a car alarm went off.

Rachel glared at me. "Jeez, would you calm the hell down?" she scolded. "What?" I whisper yelled, "I didn't-" Rachel cut me off. "We have to chill and quickly find something." she soothed, "We have no time for arguments." I wanted to argue but she had a point.

We both rummaged around. There seemed to be nothing at all. No baby pictures, embarrassing CD's, or stuffed animals. All the journals were bare and locked drawers were empty. Rach is a wiz with bobby pins.

Just as we were about to give up, I plucked something off the floor. It was a pair of boxers, but not normal ones, these ones had pink poodles all over them. Not a cartoon one, though. Pictures of a real poodle was plastered all over them.

"Jackpot." I announced.

Rachel's POV

I snatched the boxers from Drew, thanking her as I stuffed the boxers in my bag. I clambered out the window and onto the fire escape. Drew shut the window as I texted Travis saying he was free to go.

When we got to the bottom, we caught a taxi and went back to my place. We investigated the underwear more closely. Percy was written in sharpie on the tag. This was too good.

Travis's POV

Distracting Percy was excruciating. He almost turned around about twelve times. I saw Rachel through the open door. She made a sign that was saying to pick it up. I decided to tell a joke. "So, uh, what did one banana say to the other banana?" I feebly asked.

"What?" Percy sharply replied. "You look very appealing! Haha! Get it? Because you peel bananas!" Percy just looked at me. "Is that some type of sex reference?" he asked.

After doing a one man show about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, I had completely run out of ideas. Percy turned to go but Drew was right in the door way. I needed to act, quick.

That was when I kissed him. Full on the lips. His eyes were wide and he tried to push me away, but I knew if we broke apart, he would turn and see Drew.

Drew disappeared and my phone buzzed, indicating that I could leave. He pushed me away and wiped his lips with his sleeve. "What the f*ck!?" he shouted and slammed the door in my face. Mission accomplished.

Percy's POV

After I slammed the door in Travis's face, I walked back into the kitchen. I stuffed all the papers and books into my bag, not caring that I had another seven exercises left.

I walked into my room and threw off my pants and shirt. I climbed into bed and turned off the light.

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When I arrived at school the next morning, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My poodle underpants were flying high on the flagpole, my name clearly printed on the tag. Snickers and pointing fingers erupted all around me.

I pulled my hood up and walked into school. There I saw Rachel and Drew give me a small three fingered wave as I walked down the hallway of humiliation.