Annabeth's POV

The Friday finally came around. Saying Percy was nervous would be a huge understatement. He was going crazy. He wanted me to tell him my dads favorite subject and he would study them like his life depended on it. I was surprised the first day I saw him studying civil war planes and revolutionary war canons. He doesn't even study for school exams so I was a little flattered that he wanted to impress my dad so much.

At 6:00, the doorbell rang signaling that Percy was here. "I'll get it!" I called as I ran down the stairs. I opened the door and saw Percy standing there with a flower in his hand and a nervous smile on his face. He looked great! He had on a simple black dress shirt, black slacks and dress shoes. It looked like he had tried to comb his hair but he just gave up. I smiled at him and ushered him inside. When he stepped inside, he made a move to pull me in for a kiss but he heard someone clearing they're throat and looked up to see my father standing in the hallway looking at us. Percy paled visibly and I glared at my dad for making him feel uncomfortable.

We all made our way to the dining room where Helen, my step-mom, set the table with an extra place for Percy. I sat next to Percy and my dad sat at the head of the table near me. My little brothers sat across from us and Helen sat next to Percy at the other head of the table. Helen brought the food out and put it on the table. Almost immediately, the twins dug in. They both launched themselves for the mashed potatoes and they collided heads. They stopped to rub there heads and piled food on their plate.

After every one got their meal, my dad decided to speak, "So, Percy, I hear you and my daughter are now dating."

"Yes, sir." Percy replied. I'm worried, my dad looked angry when I told him.

"You look familiar. Have we met before?"

"Yes, sir. Once."

"When?"

"Two years ago, sir. When Annabeth was kidnapped." He was looking anywhere but at my father.

My dad's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Percy more closely as if trying to recognize him. "I remember now. You came here for my help."

"That's correct, sir." Percy said, still not looking at him.

"Hmm." Was all my dad said. A moment of an awkward silence fell around us as we ate. After a while, my dad put down his steak knife and turned to Percy. Oh, boy, here it comes. "So, Percy, tell me. Do you drive?"

"Um…yes."

"How long have you had your liscense?"

"Um…about a year now." My dad nodded.

"Have you gotten any tickets?"

Percy's eyes widened, "Once."

My dad's eyes narrowed into slits and he stared at Percy in a way that says that he has finally found Percy's weak spot. "What for?"

"My-My Pegasus landed on the hood of the car and it made a huge dent. I was just ticketed because the cop decided that it was unsafe."

"Did you get that fixed?"

"Yes, sir. The car is in great shape."

Everyone ate some more and I grabbed Percy's hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze to show that I was here if he needed me. He smiled back gratefully.

After a while dinner finished and my step-mom brought out dessert. Percy looked like he was excited either to finish dinner or to eat the ice cream. I laughed out loud and everyone looked at me like I was crazy.

"Just something funny." I waved dismissively. Everyone nodded.

When the night came to a close, I led Percy to the door and I could see out of the corner of my eyes, my dad following me down the hall. I kissed Percy and told him to wait for me in the car. He nodded and left. I turned to my dad and said. "So…what do you think?"

He looked me straight in the eyes, "Your mother hates him, doesn't she?"

"She's…warmed up to the idea of him being around me…but yes, she does."

"Then I do too." My father stated.

My eyes widened and I stared at him in shock. "But-but…dad! That's not fair! You need to decide on your own! Not agree with mom!"

"You get Athena to like Perseus and I will too. Understood?"

"But-" I started.

"Understood?" He said louder.

"Yes sir." I answered sadly. How am I going to get my mother to like Percy? I walked out the door dejectedly, walking to the car to tell my boyfriend what I just heard.