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Don't Look Down On Me
Last time on Don't Look Down On Me: She stops laughing and extends a hand toward you, you grab it and pull her down with you. She falls on top of your naked body and bites her lip. You silently hope it starts to bleed again but it doesn't. She smiles at you and gives you a gentle kiss then she gets up and walks away, making you long for more.
Chapter 5: Her Fear
"Annabeth!" you call after her.
Her head apears from the doorway of your room and she gives you an innocent look of curiosity. "Yes?" she asks.
"Ummm, get dressed, we're gonna go out to eat."
You silently hope she doesn't catch on but she's far too smart to be fooled. Her eyes narrow and she gives you a dirty look. She walks out of your room and pokes a finger in your chest.
"You can't make me," she says stubbornly.
"I can't?" you ask with fake confidence.
Her eyes narrow even more and her voice lowers. "Do you want to bet?"
"...not particularlly."
Her face brightens with even faker happiness. "Good. Glad we understand each other."
You're kind of afraid of her at this point so you hurry to your room and get dressed. When you come out, Annabeth is leaning against the doorframe that leads out of your apartment. "What are you doing?" you ask haltingly.
"Well, now's the perfect time to get back at that bitch."
You're surprised, you haven't heard her swear yet, at least you don't remember her doing so. Then you get nervous. Thalia and Annabeth. The two most dangerous people you know. Together.
"Maybe that's not a good idea." you say.
"I'm going with or without you. Your choice."
"Don't do anything stupid," you say resignately.
She smiled a tight smile. "Glad we've come to terms."
As she brushes past you, you grab her around the waist and pull her into you. Her eyes are wide and you can tell her reflexes are screaming at her to throw you off, but she doesn't. "I like you, Annabeth." you say. "But I don't want you to get hurt. Don't do anything rash, okay?"
She stares up at you with burning eyes, and slowly relaxes in your arms. She puts her head on your chest and nods.
"You're lucky you're so damn sexy," she mummbles.
"Go get dressed," you say smugly.
You push her into your room and hand her some chick clothes. "Whose are these?"
"Nobodys," you say.
You don't want to tell her that they could either be A) Rachel's, your ex. B) Thalia's, your best friend. Or C) Some one night stand you had at some point over the past couple years.
You walk out of the room so she can't protest and lean against the shut door. You laugh when you hear her trip and fall. "You okay in there?" you shout.
"Yeah, mom!" she calls back.
As she steps out, you wolf-whistle at her. For the first time since you've known her, she blushes. She's wearing a mini skirt (most likely not Thalia's) and a couple camis. You wiggle your eyebrows at her and gesture for her to go ahead of you. She brushes your cheek with her fingertips as she walks past and looks behing her back with a seductive smirk.
You smile and put an arm around her shoulder, she flinches but doesn't cause you any physical harm. That's a first. She actually leans into you as you walk to Thalia's.
You remember making fun of her when she named it for using her own name but people ended up loving the originality. She made sure to rub it in your face extra hard for good measure.
When you walk through the door, Thalia runs straight into it and almost falls. You catch her with one arm and right her, keeping your arm around her. Now two girls were attached to you and you feel like a total stud, that is, until Thalia elbows you and sends a nasty glare your way.
You stick your tongue out at her like a three year old and sit down at the bar. You watch with amusement as a customer complains about the ketchup and Thalia throws packets at him as she screams at the poor guy about how she tries hard and he should shut his fucking mouth. The guy scrambles out of his seat and runs out the door, he glances back at her one last time and she gives him the finger.
She goes behind the bar and smiles at you as you fist bump her. "Way to show that guy he needs to eat his damn ketchup and not complain, Thals." you compliment.
"Well, if he wants ketchup then he should either eat what's given to him or bring his own." she grins.
"Hell yeah," you say and take a swig from a nearby bottle of vodka.
She grabs it from you and takes a long drink from it herself. "Ahh, the miracles of alchol." she sighs.
You glance to the side and see Annabeth trying to hide a smile, Thalia follows your gaze and frowns before turning back to you.
The bell over the door rings and you glance toward it to see who's there. You note that it's a man in his mid 50's who looks awfully stressed. Annabeth turns too and her whole body freezes up as she looks at the man.
"Are you alright?" you whisper in her ear.
She's still frozen in fear and won't answer you. The man must have felt eyes on him because he turns to look at you and the girls staring at him. His eyes focus on the blonde one and his eyes burn with anger and his lips form in an angry smirk.
"Annabeth." he snarls, his voice like razors cutting deep into your skin.
Annabeth yelps and scrambles into your lap, she grabs onto your shirt and buries her face in your chest. "Make him go away," she whimpers.
You are very surprised, this was so ooc of her. You hold onto her tightly as the man strolls closer to you. "Do not come any closer," you say. You hope your voice sounds dangerous but you know that he's not buying it.
"Last time I saw you, you were on the streets." the man growls.
Annabeth trembles against you and you look at Thalia, she hops over the counter with a knife in her hand. "Come any closer and I'll slice you to ribbons," she threatens.
"I don't believe you," the man drawls.
"You obviously don't know what I'm capable of." The man hesitates. "Back away from the girl and get the hell out before I call the cops. You had 10 seconds starting with 'Come any closer'. Now you have 3. Tick-tock."
The mans eyes widened and he ran out of the restraunt with one last glare at Annabeth.
"Are you alright?" you and Thals ask at the same time.
She breathes heavy and crys into your chest, you stroke her hair gently as she does. Thalia loses any and all hatred for the blonde girl in your arms, and rubs her back in slow circles.
"Who was that?" you ask.
She looks up at you with red rimmed eyes and says two words. Two dreadful words. "My father."
Oooh, what's gonna happen next? Thalia warms up to Annabeth as we all knew she would. Again, I know this was a really ooc chapter. Sorry. And thank you to all my reviewers, you guys are my favorite people of all time and I love you. Well, review. Again, any ideas would be helpful. Check out other stories and poll. Might update tomorrow. Really sick today. Later. Mel out.
