A/n: Yay new chapter! :p
Disclaimer: I no own PJO
Annabeth POV
Thank god. Vacation is finally here. Though I wish we were going somewhere with a little more history. The beach totally does not have the same affect a museum would. See, what am I going to learn by going to the beach? That my abs look great with a bikini? That guys stare with they're mouths open at us, even when we're on an island? Nothing useful that I may be able to use from an educational standard.
All that aside, I'm psyched to be going to the Bahamas again! Don't tell Piper though, I'll never hear the end of it. Secretly I love the beach. My toes in the sand, waves crashing on the shore, a beautiful sunset... It's going to be amazing.
"This is going to be perfect!" Piper said, "Now all we have to do is get our bags to Frank and we can get this show on the road." We lugged our nine bags toward the plane. I brought two bags and a carry on and Piper found the necessity to bring five suitcases and a carry on purse, stuffed with every make up product known to man. Only god knows how that thing stays together. Now I will admit that one of her suitcases is stock full with bathing suits for the both of us.
Silena Beauregard, VMA's owner, decided that she couldn't send her two prettiest models to the Bahamas without some sexy bathing suits. Her words, not mine. Now I will be the first to say that I don't think 47 bathing suits is some, but they are all really cute.
We trudged over to the end of the private jet where our pilot Leo was talking to Cally. I think they're secretly in love due to their loving tone, flirtatious looks and subtle comments. I smiled at Leo as he and Cally looked deep into conversation. He acknowledged me with a nod of the head and we left the bags to Frank who had walked up behind us. As we climbed into the plane, Piper looked more like she was skipping than walking. I smiled to myself, thinking how much fun we are going to have the next three weeks.
We walked over to our seats and as I was pulling my headphones for my iPod out of my bad, I finally understood why Piper 'needed' such a huge carry on. Her bag was stuffed with at least thirty magazines. Dang. I just smirked and shook my head as I snuggled into my seat and turned up some Nickleback. I started to fade off about two hours after we took off, listening to Someday.
I must have been asleep for a long time because when I woke up, Cally told me that we'd be landing in half an hour. I stretched and rolled over realizing that I should probably start trying to wake up Piper 'cuz it usually took at least ten mins to get her up. As I began shaking her awake, a magazine fell from lap. I rolled my eyes, picked it up, and looked at the page it fell open to. I groaned as I looked at the picture of the most obnoxious boy guitar player in the history of the world.
I mean sure some of Half-blood's songs had good lyrics or instrumental parts, but their lead electric guitar player, Percy Jackson was a huge jerk. I had to pose with him once for his "rise to stardom" photoshoot. He wouldn't stop looking at my butt and calling me 'babe'. It was the worst five hours of my life. He was always looking at me like I was the last piece of bacon on earth. He was totally self obsessed, and that is the perspective of a model who has a personal collage of pictures of herself and her best friend in her mansion. I mean sure he was hot, but if his personality sucks, then his hotness goes down by like 55% so now he's only 45% sexy. But let me tell you, that 45% was working for hmm. Mmm...
I angrily threw down the magazine and scolded myself. I went back to shaking Piper and after the fourteenth "I don't wanna," she reluctantly got up and started putting her magazines back in her bag. She smiled and said, "Now since we've just had so much sleep, why don't we unpack at the condo real quick, then thrown on some bathing suits and hit the beach?" I smiled and nodded.
We originally bought the condo seven months ago, the second time we had a photoshoot here in the Bahamas. We figured that it would be amazing to spend all of our summers here as we were here in august the last time, and it was gorgeous. We already make billions of dollars a day for just looking pretty so we thought we deserved a place to help us cool down and chill out from the pressure of being a famous model.
Twenty minutes later, we were riding up the crystal elevator to the first floor of the condo. We stepped out and I gasped. It was beautiful. Light was streaming in through the large bay windows facing the ocean. The living room space had a shiny wooden floor, red furniture, and a huge 90 inch TV. The kitchen had a bar set vertically to the refrigerator, which I had Travis (a young trickster who I made out with to make his crush, Katie, jealous who had owed me a favor) stock with tons of food after inspecting, we went up the marble staircase and entered our bedrooms.
The condo had six bedrooms, but only two of them were being used, mine and Piper's. Mine had navy walls, a fluffy white carpet, a mechanical walk-in closet electronically set to present me with cute outfits, and shimmering silver furniture. My bed, dresser, and vanity all sparked. Piper's bedroom was respectfully in all shades of purple. I quickly changed into my silver bathing suit and slipped on my white sandals. I grabbed a towel and walked across the hall to Piper's room.
I knocked and she stepped out in a periwinkle bikini. She smirked at me and said, "and I thought I looked good. Damn, Annie. All the working out you did totally paid off, your legs look great." I smiled and winked, "you don't look to bad yourself." We both laughed and linked arms as we ran down the screen door and out to the beach.
I spread out my towel on the beach. Only about ten other people were here. There was a group of five boys walking in our direction with no sure purpose. Two of them seemed to be arguing about something but I couldn't see what any of them looked like as I was to far away. There. Was also a family a little farther along having a picnic. I smiled and left Piper to put on her sunscreen. I don't burn, I just tan. Its my California skin. I ran towards the water and dived in.
I was swimming around for a while and then decided to just lay in the water and float for a while. Unfortunately for me, I bumped into someone. My face turned red and I quickly apologized before turning around, and seeing the tanned, green eyed, man standing in front of me, with prominent and impressive abs. The hottest, most obnoxious, annoying boy was standing about two feet away from me in the Atlantic Ocean in the Bahamas, where I thought I'd be free and left alone. This must of been some evil trick, the universe was playing on me. I'll close my eyes, count to ten, and he won't be there anymore. He's just a figment of my imagination. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Ten. I opened my eyes, and there he was.
Percy Jackson.