CHAPTER 17:

STILL ANNABETH POV

Everyone raced to the pool, and Percy ran to the locker rooms to change into his swim trunks.

David, ugh, got to the pool with just seconds to spare. The swim coach, a burly guy named Coach Williams yelled for everyone to start warming up.

Percy made his way over to me before he went to the pool.

He smirked. "Hey Wise Girl, don't I get a kiss for luck? It's tradition right?" I smirked back at him.

"Come back alive and we'll see." I say narrowing my eyes slyly.

Percy chuckled and then jumped into the pool. Everyone screamed when they were splashed, except for me. My darling boyfriend made a point not to get me wet. I knew there was a reason as to why I love him.

Thalia was glaring at his figure, which was swimming steadily away. "He's going to pay for that." She muttered, wringing out her wet hair.

We watch tryouts for a little while, all whooping excitedly when Percy made it past the first cut.

Then Jason turned to me, confused.

"Isn't this cheating for him, being well, a son of Poseidon?" Everyone turned to me for their answer.

I watch him for a second. "Nope, it's just like last time-he's doing it the way a mortal would."

We chat about random things for awhile, still watching Percy, when Coach Williams finally blew the whistle.

"These are the people who made the team; Angela Black, Freddie Smith, Percy Jackson, Isabella Ponderson, David Jacobs, Jill Hayes, Jack Hayes, Allison Walker and George Kales." We all cheer loudly for every name but David's and of course, loudest for Percy, who was smiling, a little embarrassed.

"Um… Coach, who's the captain?" David asked, smugly, as if expecting to be named captain.

"I thought it was obvious enough-Percy Jackson!" He shouted.

We all screamed for Percy, who was really, really excited. I ran into his arms and kissed him hard. When we pulled apart, he was dazed.

"There's your kiss Seaweed Brain. Good job. I love you." I say, hugging him tightly.

David, who just couldn't stay quiet for two seconds, I swear to the gods, piped up again. "Are you sure that's the smartest decision, Coach? I'm obviously much better of a swimmer than stupid Jackson." He said, rolling his eyes.

Coach looked annoyed with him. "Jacobs, Jackson earned the spot as captain. If you say one more thing, you're off the team." I snorted.

Then, I strode over to David. And punched him square in the face.

"That's for what you said about my boyfriend."

I walked back to the group as if nothing had happened.

Coach Williams cocked his head as he looked at me. "You know, I think the wrestling team could use some new blood, if you want to join-you look like you would do pretty well if you can knock a guy twice your size down that fast."

I smile, proud of myself. "Thanks for the offer, Coach, but I'm not that kind of a girl."

"Well you don't look like one of those preppy cheerleaders… (AN: NO OFFENSE TO ANY CHEERLEADERS IT'S JUST TO SHOW HOW UN-ANNABETH THAT IS) But to each his own I guess."

I shake my head wildly while everyone snickers. "No! I'm not that kind of girl either-I'm into architecture and reading. No cheerleading. No way." I say, leaving no room for arguments.

"Okay then. Consider my offer, though."

"Sure, Coach." Not really, sorry.

We all begin to head to the parking lot. I see Connor whispering something to Travis, who smirks and nods to his blushing brother.

"What was that about?" I ask Percy, not being able to control my curiosity.

He shakes his head, confusedly. "I don't know." We keep watching Connor, and then both of our eyes widened considerably when we see him and Juliet walk away together.

"Is it bad that I really want to spy on them?" Percy whispers.

"Yes. I'm feeling it too though. But we can't Seaweed Brain." I say sternly. He sighs.

"Fine. Oh! That reminds me-you have to get ready for our date tonight-you're early birthday dinner." He says smiling and I kiss his cheek.

"Of course."

"Oh, and Annabeth." I turn to him. "Piper managed to get ahold of her mother for her to get you ready for tonight." He said, sounding amused.

"You don't mean…" I trail off in horror.

"Oh yes, according to Piper, you had better prepare yourself for the makeover of a lifetime."

Why me?