Hey guys!

AH! I feel bad! I said I'd post last night but didn't! I'M SORRY! DX DX DX DX

I believe this chapter is longer, closer to the length of those first chapters. This one is mostly romance and some kind pre-relationship fluff. If your into that, it's your luck day! If your not, don't worry, I'm gonna put some action in soon! REAL soon! I swear! I think I might do one more fluff-ish chapter and then ACTION! :D YAY! HAHA!

:) Anyhoo, so, yeah.

*Sending virtual hugs to: Vivi007 and The Avian-Olympian and jajaaah*

Vivi007 was a reviewer! Love ya! And I appreciate your opinion about whether or not to do other peoples PoV. If anyone else has an opinion, LET ME KNOW!

The Avian-Olympian is a wonderful favoriter/follower! Curious, The Avian-Olympian...Maximum Ride reference?

Hey, folks who read that series, was anyone else disappointed by the series ender?

*SPOILER ALERT! IF YOU HAVE NOT READ FINAL BOOK, SKIP THIS SECTION*

I mean, I expected a kick butt ending where Max, ya know, charges in and kicks ass, saves the world last minute and all that epic shit. So...it was all a metaphor? ...Dafuq? And I felt like Patterson had all these great ideas and then shot em down. Max's moms betrayal...'Just kidding! I was mind controlled!' ...Fang's Gang? I mean, it was basically, Fang: 'Yeah, guys, I'm not feelin it anymore, lets not do this, kay?'. Max/Maya drama...'yeah, Maya, I'm just gonna kill ya off.' And the 99 percent people? Nope...RANDOM ASS COMET!

I mean...COME ON!

And that entire metaphor chapter where Max is drowning and is all like 'If my life meant anything...blahblahblah' I'm like: *Raises hand* "Um, yeah, can't you, like, breathe underwater?"

Max: "Oh, yeah! I can breathe underwater! Just kidding guys, I'm alive!"

Me: "NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!"

I was a MAJOR Maximum Ride fan so I just found it disappointing. The series defs went downhill after Fang.

But James Patterson gets to live another day, cuz he got Max and Fang together.

Okay, rant over.

*IF YOU HAVE NOT READ MAXIMUM RIDE, IT IS NOW SAFE TO READ!*

Okay, sorry, if you can't tell, I rant a lot.

And final person, last, but not least, jajaaah is a wonderful new follower.

It's people like you who make me REALLY want to become an author in real life.

Anyways, need opinion, I'm thinking of doing a series of one-shots, kinda as a prequel to this. Little scenes from Percy and Annabeth's PoV. You know, moving in together, finding out Annabeths preggo, finding out the gods want their child dead. Stuff possibly even leading up to their death, possibly even their death in their PoV. Do It or Over Done? I write for you guys so you guys let me know.

Okay, now STORY TIME!

YAY!

(Ha, my friend and I have done story time to eachother. I'm FINALLY getting her to read HoO series and when we get bored, we'll read it out loud to each other. For like forty-five minutes! :) )

Sorry, off topic.

I'm ADHD, no joke. Add Dyslexia and I could be a half-blood.

But I love reading so I'm NOT dyslexic. I've been told to put my book down and go watch TV by my parents.

No joke.

SORRY! As I said, ADHD.

Song: Waiting for The End by Linkin Park

Disclaimer: Let's just all assume, unless I tell you otherwise, I DO NOT own Percy Jackson, kay? Hopefully, if all goes well, I'll be able to tell you otherwise soon!

MWUAHAhAHAHAHAHAHA!

STORY!

Read on!

"You ready, Hot Shot?" I called to Zack as he approached me, school had gotten out ten minutes ago.

He laughed. "Yeah, you?"

"Most definitely."

I was leaning against my car in short jean shorts and a black mid-length-sleeved shirt that had a hood. It also had two hoodie strings. On my feet I wore my high top converses. On my wrist I wore my watch and a black sweatband. My hair was lying loose.

Zack wore black jeans with a white T-shirt. He wore just plain sneakers and nothing on his wrists.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Nuh-uh." He said, shaking his head. He held his hand out. "Keys."

I raised my eyebrows. "You trying to jack my car?

"In theory, yes. I assure you, it will be returned."

I just stared. "You're not driving my car."

"And I'm not telling you where we're going." He crossed his arms, and I crossed mine.

"I'm not joking, when I was in eighth grade, I did this for a solid three hours with some chick in my grade."

"What were you arguing about?"

I shrugged. "Not even sure. After the first hour, it was a pride thing."

He did this rolls-eyes-sigh-laugh combo that expresses amusement and disbelief. He then did something weird. He took a step forward and held his hand out again. "Please can I have the keys?"

On impulse, I narrowed my eyes. But then I handed him the keys. "You hurt my car, I hurt you. Understood?"

"Understood," he agreed, with a corny salute and I snorted. I walked over to the passenger side, not sure the last time I sat there was.

When he sat down he turned to me. "You trust me?"

"Not really," I replied honestly. "But, I don't trust anyone."

He playfully narrowed his eyes. "Then why are you in the car with me."

"Because I am fully confident in my ability to kick your ass if needed."

He laughed, sounding doubtful. "I'd like to see you try."

"You should hope you never do."

He pulled out. I crossed my arms and my leg began to shake. My lack of control was making it twitch.

Imagine my surprise when he just drove across the street to a different parking lot, where he parked it. "The hell?" I asked.

He looked at me innocently. "What? There's no student parking at the school after four o'clock." He hopped out and practically sprinted to my side to open it for me.

"You're not like other guys are you?"

He smiled, as if sharing an inside joke. "Not in the slightest."

Demigod, definitely demigod.

"You're not like other girls, are you?" He countered.

"Say that I am, and you'll be singing soprano for a while," I warned.

"You've got a violence issue, don't you?"

I shrugged. "I don't have a problem with it. D'you?"

He laughed. "Oddly enough, no."

I realized we were far too close for my usual liking, and that we were staring each other right in the eye. I not so slyly cleared my throat, looked away, and tucked hair behind my ear. "So, where we going?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Don't know yet."

"What?"

He gave a smile that could almost be described as devious. "Come on, just follow me." He grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the nearest corner. He stopped and looked at the street.

"Are we crossing?" I asked, confused. He nodded his head. "Which way?"

"Whichever way lets us first." At my incredulous expression he just chuckled again. "What? You've never done this?"

"Randomly meandered through New York City, going where the stoplight takes me? No, can't say that I have."

"First time for everything."

"That there is," I agreed. Though, in my life, my firsts have been more like: 'first monster killed', 'first time my teacher turned out to be a monster', 'first scam', 'first time scamming a politician', 'first time being CAUGHT scamming a politician', and, yes, sadly, 'first time getting in a fist fight with a politician'. That mess took A LOT of Mist to clean up.

So first time mindlessly wandering New York City with a boy who didn't completely aggravate me? I'll take it.

For a solid two hours, that's all we did. Occasionally, we would go in a store. We would try on goofy sunglasses and hats and scarves. It was something out of a bad childrens movie, yet I enjoyed it. So many times, Zack left me gasping for breath after laughing so hard. We talked as f we had known each other for ages. At around six we returned to my car.

"This time, I'M driving. Capiche?"

He tossed me my keys, and I caught them with swift reflexes. I sat in my car and turned the key, while Zack got in passengers seat. "I'll take you home. Where do you live?"

Zack pointed down the right street. "Go that way for five blocks. I'll give you directions from there."

I nodded, following his directions. I noted that his building was just about ten, fifteen mins away, that shop we had met up in was almost exactly in the middle.

"Nice, place," I commented when he told me to stop.

"Thanks," he said sheepishly.

'Nice, place' was an understatement. For a girl who had spent a good majority of her life living in run down apartment and motel rooms, this was like the freaking White House. It had AT LEAST fifty floors, covered in a brick that looked brand new. To the side there was a parking lot with a valet. A doorman stood outside the front entrance. Even my CAR was out of place, not to mention myself.

"Thanks for taking me home."

I felt a slight flinch at the use of his word 'home'. I've lived in MANY places, but I haven't had a home since just after I had turned five. "No problems. I'll see you at school, ya?"

He smiled. "Most definitely. See ya there, Lena." He hopped out and I pulled away, feeling the odd look the doorman was giving me, as if he felt the need to make it MORE obvious that that was not where I belonged.

The entire drive, my jaw was clenched. Zack had left me more confused and conflicted then I'd been in a long time. A part of me, my reasonable side that I'd like to think came from my mother, screamed at me to get the hell out of Dodge, or NYC I guess. The other part of me, the one I feared came from my father, shouted at me to stay right where I was, to play things out.

So was I really gonna stay? I was gonna stay and NOT purposely avoid a almost-positively-demigod right under the-god-who-most-wants-me-dead's nose?

'That would be stupid,' my 'Athena' part argued. 'Completely irrational and utterly idiotic.'

"But he's your friend, isn't he?' My 'Poseidon' part argued. 'He seems to trust you, wouldn't it be disloyal to not return the favor?'

I groaned out loud. Rationality versus Loyalty raged in my mind. Honestly, in my life after my parents death, I had pretty much always listen to the rational side, my mothers side, the side of Athena. I hadn't really had someone to be 'loyal' to in a long time.

My left hand subconsciously came up to my mouth. The tip of my thumb went between my teeth. When thinking, this had become a habit.

All my life alone I had followed the ways of Athena.

Maybe it was time to follow Poseidon.