A/N: Ok, so I've finally decided. Each chapter will switch between Percy's friends and Annabeth's friends. So, since the last was Percy… Here is ANNABETH!

(P.S.: Wow. I have way too many stories going on right now… It's just, when I get an idea, I have to write about it. And honestly, those other two stories are SERIOUS work. I have to do research with both, and coming up with somewhere to actually take the plot is difficult… I'm a total idiot ;))

Anika Beverly Ritter had always known her best friend to be calm, collected, smart, and only dangerous if you interrupted her studying or if you called her "Annie". And even then, it was more jokingly than true anger.

She had seen Annabeth Chase get angry once. And that had been at a guy—Brent Beck—who just wouldn't leave her alone when she turned him down for a Friday night date. To be honest, it wasn't even that scary.

However, after Anika met Annabeth's boyfriend… well, she quickly found out just how angry (or jealous) her blonde friend could get.

3 Weeks Earlier

The two blonde (bombshells, as Anika preferred) were discussing the reasons behind Annabeth's recent return to happiness after nearly eight months of utter depression. They hadn't seen much of each other during that time, as Annabeth spent quite a bit of it at her odd year-round summer camp.

Of course, from Annabeth's perspective, this wasn't a discussion. It was a full-blown, bright light in your face, worthy of good-cop-bad-cop strategy interrogation.

"Did you get accepted into Parsons early?" was Anika's latest guess.

"No. Not even that could make me this happy, Anika. Could you just leave me alone so I can enjoy my—"

Annabeth cut herself off, realizing that she almost gave her reason away.

"Your… Oh my god. Your boyfriend is back from his… trip?" Anika was unsure of where exactly Annabeth's supposedly amazing partner-in-sexual-escapades (What? They're 17, and the girl isn't stupid) had been for the past year or so, but she did know that Annabeth had been… unhappy about it.

More like terminally depressed.

Annabeth blushed a furious red, giving away the fact that Anika had hit the mark with perfect accuracy.

Most girls at this point, having discovered that their best friend's "true love… *sigh" had returned, would be, to describe in a major understatement, flipping out of their freaking minds.

Like our friend Annabeth, Anika was not most girls.

"So… He's back? For how long?"

Annabeth's blush receded and her eyes glazed over, and a heavy and breathy sigh that sounded something like "forever" escaped her lips.

Anika stared at the future architect with a look that can be feebly described as complete and utter disgust.

"Did you just sigh out "forever" like some chick off of ABC Family?" she asked, spitting out the words as if they defiled her mouth.

Annabeth's blush was back. In, surprisingly, a shade of red that was precisely eight shades darker than the previous blush.

"Wow. Annie, you need help," she stated, grabbing her friend's shoulders. "DON'T GO TO THE DARK SIDE!"

This caused a smile to grace the lips of our favorite daughter of Athena, which was only replaced by the glazed look again. Except, instead of simply gazing out into space, Annabeth's content face was now staring at a certain spot—the doors, which had just opened.

Anika followed that gaze to find a boy—a boy with pitch black hair, messy, but somehow cute. A boy with the beautiful tan of someone who spent most of their free time on the beach. A boy who happened to be around 6'1", a height that was both sexy and not overpowering. A boy with startling sea-green eyes that could cause even her to melt like butter.

A boy who she instantly wanted as her own.

"Check out that guy… He makes me want to sit on his face."

Words such as those never escaped the mouth of Anika Ritter. Not only was she the farthest thing from a slut, she was not the type of girl to fawn over anything. The words "Anika" and "love" or any word similar did not belong in the same sentence.

However, Anika was not thinking about her out-of-characterness. In fact, she was no longer even thinking about the guy who had caused it. She was instead thinking about her best friend.

And the glare from Annabeth that said "I will kill you slowly and painfully so that you suffer and cry. I will then proceed to rip out your heart, force you to eat it, and then beat your lifeless body. I will then…"

Ok. Wow. Extreme imagination. We won't continue that thought for the sake of those who are easily frightened.

Now, reader, you must understand that Anika was not a stupid girl. She was, in fact, intelligent enough to be a daughter of Athena. And that intelligence caused a game of connect-the-dots to occur in her mind, and that game created a picture that scared the hell out of her.

Yeah.

That guy she had just admitted to wanting to screw?

That was Percy. As in, Annabeth's boyfriend Percy. As in, the man she wants to marry Percy. As in, oh god, Anika's life is now flashing before her eyes.

Anika had seen some pretty scary stuff. For example, she and Annabeth had once been hanging out by the beach when a random dog jumped from seemingly thin air and attacked Annabeth. Her best friend showed skill that Anika had doubted even possible when she took a tactical knife from underneath her shorts and stabbed the poor doggy through the neck. Anika had grilled her for information as to why she would want to kill a defenseless animal, but had gotten only "He scared me. You know how I get when I'm scared…" And indeed she did.

She had even once been nearly mugged by a creepy bearded dude. But even the crazed look in that man's eyes could not replicate the fear within her as she looked into Annabeth Chase's eyes at that moment.

"Did you just say what I think you said? Because if you did, I'm going to have to kill you in the worst possible way, bitch."

Bitch? Annabeth almost never used bad language, and on the rare occasion that she did, it was never directed at a friend.

That one word demonstrated to Anika just how far up the creek she really was.

"Annabeth, I-I-I… I didn't know! Please, please don't kill me! The only th-thing I meant by… th-that was that he's hot… I-it's not as if I'm going to try to t-take him or a-anything…"

Chase's face was suddenly within inches of her.

"Did you just admit to me that you are sexually attracted to my boyfriend?"

The only words running through Anika's mind at that point were to profane to even mention.

However, before she had the chance to express said profanity, Annabeth was suddenly whirled around by Anika's green-eyed savior.

And then all she could do is stare as her cold, calculating, recently terrifying best friend simply melted into Percy Jackson's arms. Well, arms, lips, legs, groin. She wasn't sure if there was a millimeter of space in between them.

Despite the welcome reprieve from that petrifying arms, Anika was starting to feel the bile clawing its way up her digestive tract. In order to not spew her lunch of meatball subs all over the ecstatic couple, she instead coughed in a manner that one would expect from a tuberculosis victim.

The redness had returned…

Anika smiled at the memory have her best friend attempting to strangle her while her boyfriend barely held her back.

However, the experience had taught her to never test the limits of Annabeth Chase's jealousy.

A/N: WHO LOVES BAD TEACHER LINES? IIIIIIIII DOOOOOOO!

Ok, so, sorry to be selfish, but I have an ironic review request.

After reading other stories, I was ashamed to discover my seemingly accomplished review cache was in fact dismally inadequate.

SOOOOO

I need you guys to review here on both the story, and how I can improve/change my writing to earn more reviews, so that I can continue to improve later on.

Please?