Sorry for not updating sooner! Someone wanted me to start a different story, so I've been stressing trying to finish the first chapter.

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Percy's POV

Being famous can be a real pain in the ass.

I'm in my car, driving to the school my mom wanted me to go to, being flagged by paparazzi.

They've been following me ever since I left my house. I've tried to shake them several times, but these people are persistent. They always manage to find me.

Don't get me wrong; I love being able to entertain people. But all this attention is starting to get on my nerves.

When I finally make it to Goode High's parking lot, I realize how difficult this is going to be. Five vans filled with paparazzi are surrounding my black mustang, and they'll be getting out any second.

I practically fly out of my car and toward the building. There's yelling behind me, which means they have realized what I'm trying to do. I burst the doors open and run down the hallway. I get some pretty weird stares from the people around me, but I don't stop.

I turn my head to see if they're still following me, when I slam into something.

"Uuuungh." I almost scream when I notice someone's under me.

Her curly blonde hair is splayed out on the floor. She puts her small hands on my chest and looks at me.

I don't care if I sound like a girl right now. She has the most beautiful eyes in the world. The grey irises swirl around, like the sky before a storm. They practically radiate intelligence. We were staring at each other when I noticed the blush on her face, and that I'm on top of her.

"Ummm..." My face is burning. I stand up and offer her my hand. "I'm really sorry. I should've been paying attention."

She brushes off her jeans, "It's okay. It was an accident."

I grin at her. "What's you name?"

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare." A red head wearing really skimpy clothes came out of nowhere. Her face is so caked with make-up that she looks like a barbie doll.

"Uh, hi. I'm-" she cut me off.

"I know who you are. 'Percy Jackson, Sexiest Man Alive' according to Insider, E! News, and People's Magazine." She winked.

I shuffled my feet. "Yeah, that's me." I look back at the blonde girl, who's glaring at Rachel. "You never told me your name."

She's opening her mouth to reply when Rachel cuts her off. "Don't worry, she's not important. Maybe," she starts running her finger over my bicep, "I should show you around. Fill you in on who and who not," her eyes dart toward the blonde girl, "to hang out with."

I got a little mad when she said that. How can she tell me who I can and cannot like? And how can she say that the blonde girl isn't important?

"Back off, Red, or I'll slap you so hard that your cheap make up will fly off." I turned my head and grinned. Standing beside the blonde girl is my kick-ass cousin.

Rachel huffs and walks away, swaying her hips.

"Thanks, Pinecone Face," I say in obvious relief.

"Anything for my favorite cousin," she says mater-of-factually.

The blonde girl's eyes go wide. "Cousins?"

Thalia grins. "Percy, meet my best friend, Annabeth Chase. Annabeth, this is my kelp-headed cousin."

Annabeth. How cute. I thought.

I grinned at her. "Nice to meet you."

She returns it shyly. "You too."

"Now that everybody's met, I need a favor from you, Annie," Thalia turns to Annabeth.

Annabeth glares. "Don't call me that." She crosses her arms.

"Fine, whatever. I need you to show this idiot-"

"Hey!" I yell indignantly.

"-around so he doesn't get mobbed by fangirls." She turns toward me. "That red-headed bitch is only one of many 'Percy Jackson Addicts' at this school. She thinks she's the queen and everybody else here is her subjects."

She steps forward so that we're face to face and says in a low voice, "Annabeth's her least favorite person. She's constantly being picked on, so I'm trusting you to take care of her. Fail, and I'll make sure you'll never be physically able to sing again."

She steps back. "Got it?" I nod.

Annabeth looks at us skeptically. "Got what?"

"That he should stay very faraway from Rachel and her minions," Thalia says smoothly. How can she lie so easily? I'd look like a fumbling idiot.

Annabeth nods in understanding. "She's right. Come on; I'll show you the cafeteria first."

"YOU DID WHAT?" Annabeth had to clutch her stomach because she was laughing so hard. We were in the library; and we're lucky nobody else is in here or we would have been thrown out with how loud we're laughing.

"I'm not even done yet." I had to smile. She looked adorable like that; cheeks flushed, a huge smile on her small face...

Stop, Percy. I scold myself. It's too soon to be thinking about anyone like that.

I shook my head to clear it.

"Are you gonna tell me the rest or leave me in suspense?" She's still giggling slightly.

"They chased me for 5 blocks until I ran into a building. It wasn't until I was inside that I realized it was some little kid's birthday party and everybody was looking at me like I was an alien."

"Of course they did! If some stranger walked in on my birthday party I'd be pretty scared."

I grinned. "Then I had to lie and say I was the entertainment they hired."

"What did you do?"

"Put on a clown costume and sang 'Who Let The Dogs Out'," I reply smugly.

Her laugh is contagious, and soon I'm doing it too.

"Well, isn't it the great Percy Jackson! Did the world finally realize that your voice sounds like a cat being run over?"

I stopped laughing and balled my hands into fists. I turned around and faced the biggest douche to walk the planet.

Luke.

That's all for now!

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