A/N: CHAPTER 3!

Percy

David Yeager was in fear for his life.

And it had all started with a prank on his swimming teammate.

It seemed as though it would end in his death.

He decided he would never, ever mess with Percy Jackson on August 18 again.

EVER.

4 Hours earlier

David ambled up to NYU's star swimmer, imagining the look that was to appear on that poor guy's face within thirty minutes.

"Yo, Perce!" he shouted, immediately regretting it. No one said "yo". Not anymore.

Ah, the price of being born in the 90's.

"Really, Yeager? Yo?" asked Percy incredulously. David rethought that statement. Was it possible for someone to be described through a word that they themselves did not understand?

In this case, yes.

"Sorry, man. Guess I'm getting old…" David lamented, shaking his head sadly.

"Old? We're twenty-one, dude. Come on. Just 'cus we can drink does not mean that we are reaching old age" stated Percy, again looking incredulous.

David was starting to get angry with himself. He was being outsmarted by Percy Jackson, the guy who's girlfriend had nicknamed him Seaweed Brain at age twelve. His plan was not going as… planned.

"Whatever, man. So, what are you and the ol' ball and chain doin' tonight?" he asked, in a desperate attempt to change the topic.

"'Ol' ball and chain'? Annabeth and I aren't married yet. You've seriously got to stop calling her stuff like that."

"Perce, you've been dating that woman for five years. Tons of marriages don't last that long. Trust me, even if it isn't official, she's your ball and chain." David was improving. Get him to think about the relationship. Get his hopes up for tonight.

"Yeah…" said Percy dreamily. Loverboys. Pfft.

"Hey, love-slave! Answer the freaking question!"

"Oh, I'm taking her to… a special place." said Waterboy, avoiding going into detail.

No matter. The details weren't the important part. The only thing that mattered was the car…

And the objects found inside.

David checked his IPhone. There was only a simple message left from his roommate: "All systems go".

What a nerd…

"Alright, Dave, I better go pick up Annabeth. She'll be pissed if I'm late." said Percy with genuine fear in his voice.

David didn't blame him.

Too bad—for Percy— that the cause of their fear was soon to hit him with full force.

But, someone had to pay the price for fun. Even if it was one of your best friends.

David walked Percy out to his car and watched him drive away. As soon as he was out of sight, David sprinted back into the building. After saying a quick hello to his feminine neighbor from apartment 1b, he took the stairs two at a time to his room, where Tyler, his roommate, had set up his laptop to stream live video feed from the fisheye lens camera they had put in Percy's car.

They couldn't help but laugh as soon as Annabeth clambered up into the car, thinking about the upcoming entertainment.

The two lovers made small talk for the first fifteen minutes of the drive. David was beginning to get bored, so he told Tyler to start the sequence.

A simple stroke to the key of F1 caused a shrill squeak to emanate from the rear of the car. It caused Annabeth to jump (as much as was possible in while strapped tightly in a seatbelt), and immediately rotate her body to check what had caused the sound.

However, as the boys had planned it, her investigation for that cause quickly disappeared, being replaced by utter confusion as to why a certain object was found in the back seat.

That object being a used Trojan condom.

"Seaweed Brain… What is this?" inquired the blonde.

"What is what, babe?"

Annabeth let out a long sigh before answering. "First of all, for the last time, don't call me babe, Kelp Head. Secondly, what is this condom?"

Percy was completely bemused. "The condom is… a condom?"

"I'm asking what it is doing in the back seat of your car, Fish Face." she replied irritably.

"I don't know. We don't usually do it in the car…" responded the idiot.

"My point exactly."

Judging by the look on his face, Percy finally realized what his girlfriend was implying. And that epiphany sent the pranksters into peals of laughter.

"Uh… ok, Annabeth, I know what you're thinking, and I can promise you that I haven't been sleeping with any girl besides you!" he stated frantically.

The sheer irony of the comment renewed the laughter to its former level.

Annabeth's eyes narrowed dangerously. She glanced into the back seat, and jolted back in surprise. "Oh, I believe your Perseus Jackson. I believe that you haven't been sleeping with any girls besides me."

Percy returned to his state of confusion. "Why did you emphasize "girls"?"

Annabeth reached into the back seat, arching her back and showing a level of flexibility that caused David's mouth to go dry. She returned to the front with a pair of men's boxers in hand that had one word in big black letters—Trent.

Trent of course being the six foot six homosexual African-American who lived three doors down from Percy.

Percy's face went red with either embarrassment or anger—probably both. Of course, the possible Olympic swimmer was not in any way gay. He was completely committed to girls, and specifically Annabeth.

Which is why Annabeth suddenly burst out laughing, having realized that this was a prank being played upon her guileless boyfriend.

Percy's only comment was "I'M GOING TO KILL DAVID!"

Tyler shut off the feed, the prank being finished. He turned around, expecting his roommate to be in the same state of hilarity he was.

Instead, David was staring horrified at the computer. Not because he hadn't known about the prank and was offended by it. Oh, no. He had done almost all of the planning that went into this particular practical joke upon the "great" Percy Jackson.

No, he was merely remembering a small fact about Percy that his brain had neglected to remind him of during the planning process.

That fact being that David had once seen Percy destroy a grown man twice his height in a street fight. And Percy's opponent had been a star boxer.

The words "had been" are used because the poor man's hands had never recovered quite right after the incident.

David had the feeling that an inability to clench his fist was going to be the least of his problems.

A/N: Hope you like it. R&R!