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Annabeth

"Today, you'll be starting projects that will be due by November," Mr. Brunner told the class, wheeling down the row while holding a hat in his hand. "You'll be picking your projects from this hat."

Luke raised his hand. "What about fencing?There's a tournament coming up and we can't miss practice."

"We can't miss architecture either," Katie added.

"Schoolwork is just as important as extracurricular activities," he said. "You'll have to make a schedule that suits you and your partner."
When it was my turn to pick, the paper titled ILIAD.

"What the fuck does that say?" Percy asked, peering over my shoulder. Across the room, Luke scowled.

"Can't even read," he remarked. "Don't worry, Jackson, my aunt's a teacher. I bet she can teach you your ABCs."

Instead of laughing along with the rest of the Uppers, that really hurt me. My brothers have dyslexia, preventing them from reading properly and they have trouble catching up in school.

"Percy, please rephrase the question using proper language. Luke, it's rude to make fun of a fellow colleague's disabilities," Mr. Brunner reprimanded, looking at both of them with intense dark eyes. "Being in a wheelchair has given me my own experiences."

"Ok, Mr. B," Percy said, nodding his head, actually looking respectfully at him. Whoa, Percy Jackson, the guy who didn't care about school or teachers, paying a teacher respect? "So, what exactly is the Iliad?"

"The Iliad is a set of poems written by the Greek poet Homer set during the Trojan War."

"Set of poems, huh? Bet Homer was a player with the ladies," remarked Percy, giving me a wink. I returned it with a scowl.

"You two be nice," warned Mr. Brunner.

"Oh, I'll be very nice, Mr. B," he promised. As soon as Mr. Brunner walked far enough from hearing distance, I snapped at the "Big Bad Gangster".

"Diastrevló (pervert)."

"Tsoúla (slut)."

"Malákas (asshole)."

"Skýla (bitch)."

"Bástardos (bastard)."

It was a harmless insult, but, just for a second, I could see in those eyes that it had wounded him. The bright green had turned as dark as a storming sea and I could almost see past the cool facade he normally pulled off so easily. However, he quickly recovered and whatever emotion he felt at all disappeared.

"Dorodokía kathigités syntrofiás (bribing teachers pet)."

Before I could slap him, the bell came to rescue him. I left, fuming in anger. He thinks he knows everything, thinking that I'm at the top of my class because I bribed my way up. Well, unlike him, I actually worked hard to get where I am now. I bet he pays other people to do his own homework while busy with that Half-Blood gang of his. There was a soft voice in my head that whispered, If you assume stuff about him, what makes you any better than him? In a way, that was true, but some of this stuff must be true. Right?

"Hey, I heard Fish Face was giving you a hard time," Luke said behind me. As I turned, he gave me a small smile and planted a small kiss on my forehead. At first I thought it was sweet until I saw him glancing at something or someone behind us. I turned again to see his eyes on Silena talking to some of her friends, wearing a very short skirt that showed her long legs. Is Luke checking out Silena?

Before I could even ask, he gave one of his dazzling smiles that always made me feel weak to my knees.

"If he ever gives you a hard time, you tell me and I'll personally beat the crap out of him."

He leaned in to kiss me, but before he could, Percy decided to interject.

"No PDA. School rules," he said, pushing himself between us.

"Since when did you start caring about school rules?" scoffed Luke.

"Since she became my Greek partner," Percy snapped back, closing in on Luke so that he was inches away.

"Listen, Jackson. She may be your partner, but she's still mine."

"Actually, Castellan, she's yours until Greek comes in. Then, she's mine. And who know? Maybe one time she'll wake up and realize I'm the better guy than you."

"That will never happen even if I had to choose between Tartarus or you," I said to Percy.

"See, prinkípissa (princess), it starts as denial. Then, as you spend more time with me, you'll end up falling hard for me."

"Over my dead body in the Underworld."

Percy shook his head and turned around to walk down the hallway. "Your loss, Wise Girl. But remember, I'm available when you decide you want me."

Percy

Lunch I was leaning on some tree in the school courtyard. Normally, most students would stay outside until October but us Lowers would rather take it as much sun and fresh air as possible.

Takin' a couple of cigarettes and beers from Pollux, I felt looser, more relaxed. Grover's been saying I've been smoking and drinking a lot lately but whatever, I'll live. I was enjoyin' the peaceful mood, away from all the messed up shit I was in when Connor decided to ruin it, sittin' next to me, balancing a tray on one hand and holding a can of whipped cream in the other.

"Yo, Perce, I dare you to spray this whipped cream all over Mr. D," he coaxed, waving the can in my face. I slapped it aside so hard that it hit him in the face with a loud BANG! I shrugged lazily as he sat up rubbing his face.

"Your fault, man," I reminded him. "No way in hell am I gonna get in trouble for a cheap trick like that."

"Geez, you need to lighten up," he said, punching my arm. "I know the perfect cure. Why don't you get some hot sex from some chick? Like your Greek partner, Annabeth?"

"What the fuck? You tryin' to get your leader killed?" I snapped at him. He flinched a little as I questioned his loyalty. Sure Annabeth was smokin' hot but she's a smokin' hot rich bitch.

"What, you scared by Scar over there?" he coaxed as he regained his cockiness, nodding to where Castellan and Little Miss Idiofyía (Genius) were sitting in the cafeteria with other Uppers. Probably bein' praised for bein' "Best Couple of the Year". Seein' Castellan put his arm around her waist and not too far from her ass made me árrostos (sick).

"Had him for PE last year. He ain't got skatá (shit) compared to this ánthropos (man)," I reassured, leaning back on the tree with my arms over my head.

"You still pissed at him for trashin' your freshman locker after you beat his ass at fencing?"
Hades yeah I'm still pissed. I told my mom not to worry about it, but she insisted on using up her salary to buy new school supplies. I'm never going to forgive him for that.

"Thing of the past," I said instead, keeping up my cool facade.

"Well, that 'thing of the past' sure has one hell of a chick," whistled Connor, his eyes on Annabeth or, in particular, her ass.

"Who the hell would want her?"

"Every single guy in this school. Includin' you."

Hell no. I hated chicks who started drama. Especially rich Upper drama queens who think they're the shit.

"I'm not interested in gettin' into those designer pants of hers," I replied, lazily putting my bandanna over my eyes. But Connor had the báles (balls) to swipe it outta my eyes.

"You kiddin' me Jackson. Just look at her."

I gave her a glance. Long, golden curls. Grey eyes that looked like storm clouds when she's angry or thinking. A tan that made you think she's from Cali and not NYC. Designer clothes that showed her curves, making every guy want her and girls want to be her. A gray scarf probably professionally dyed to match her eyes. A perfect smile that could light up your mood any day.

"I don't go for blonds," I muttered, grabbing my bandanna back. But he didn't take my word for it.

"You know you want her," he insisted. "You just know that, like any other Lower, you can't have her."

Even though I knew it was probably true, I bet it wouldn't be that difficult to get perfect prinkípissa Annabeth to want me.

"I bet my RX-7 you couldn't get into her pants by Thanksgiving break," he joked, a mischievous glint in his sky blue eyes.

Before I could say anything against it, Grover approached us with a tray of cheese enchiladas bein' the vegetarian he is.

"What's up, guys?" he asked us cheerfully, also the optimist.

"Just jokin' around. I bet Percy my car that he can't get in Annabeth's pants by Thanksgiving break."

"You crazy, Percy?" A bet like that is suicide."

"Chill, Grover," I glared at him. It was crazy yeah but not suicide.

"Why can't you go to some girl like… Zoë Nightshade?" Grover suggested, looking desperate to stop me. When he mentioned her name, Zoë walked by us smacking Grover and Connor's head with one of her notebooks.

"Shut up, Grover Underwoord. I'm not a prize to be won. Oh, hi Percy," she said to me. She couldn't stand boys but she knows me well enough to know I'm not always a jerk. Just most of the time.

"Hey, Zoë," I replied, giving her a small nod.

"Why she hit us and not you?" Grover complained, rubbin' his head.

"Whatever," Connor muttered. "So you in?"

"Heck yeah. I bet in two months I could get her in my pants."

"If you lose, I get Blackjack."

Blackjack's my prized Honda Nighthawk that I rescued from a junkyard and turned into a sweet ride. It was probably the only thing I managed to fix instead of destroy.

"So is it a bet?" Connor asked, holding out his hand.

I would've backed down but thing is, I never backed down before. I wasn't gonna start today. I shook his hand.

"It's a bet."

Yay I finally updated at least a week before usual. Sorry I kept you guys waiting but I've had a hard time putting all this together. Hope the wait was worthwhile and that the Greek was understandable. Reviews make my day! :)