The next day Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia went to school.
"This is such a quiet town..." Annabeth muttered, not liking quiet after a year of construction in Olympus.
"I find it peaceful," Thalia retorted.
"Whatever. What's for lunch?" Grover asked, "I hope its enchiladas..."
"Shut up, goat boy." Thalia joked as they sat down with the three others they had met in History.
As Annabeth started eating she felt a cold breeze against her neck. Normally, she would've passed this off as just another door opening, but something compelled her to look.
"Who are they?" Thalia asked Jennifer, one of the three people she met in History, as seven of the most beautiful and graceful people entered the cafeteria.
"Those are the Cullens. Those two," She pointed to the two in the lead, one female with long blonde hair, and golden eyes, and a huge guy with black hair and dimples, making him resemble a teddy bear, "Are Rosalie and Emmett. Those two," she said, pointing to a look alike of Thalia, except paler and having brown hair, and a male with wavy bronze hair with a pained expression, "Are Alice, she's really weird, and Jasper. They," She pointed to another bronze haired boy and a female with chocolate wavy hair, both having the same pale complexion, "Are Edward and Bella."
Finally, the last person entering the cafeteria almost stopped Annabeth's heart.
It was Percy. She was sure of it. He had the same hair, and the same smile he used to have. But what happened to him? He had lost his tan, and was probably more beautiful than most of the males. He, along with the rest of them, had the same golden eyes that once reminded her of Luke. His face seemed more angular, but he shared the same smile Percy had.
Could this possibly be him?
The second 'Percy' saw her, he stiffened. He walked to the table without any food, and quietly talked to his siblings, once in a while shooting a pained look to me.
"Is that Percy?" Annabeth murmured to her sister/cousin/aunt.
"I think it may be. We'll have to see later." She replied as the bell rang. Next Annabeth had gym, same with Thalia.
Grover had advanced Environment, so they split up at the changing rooms. After changing, the two entered the gym as a plump gym coach started yelling at them to run ten laps around the school. Everyone groaned except for the Cullens, who laughed and hi-fived. 'Percy' saw Annabeth again and stiffened for a moment, but was snapped out of it when the coach blew his whistle.
The class set off, but the Cullens easily managed to run a lap, a half a mile, in a few moments at a light jog, which to human eyes seemed strangely possible, yet inexplainable. Annabeth struggled to keep up with the pace because her mind was elsewhere.
That's Percy and I know it. The impulsive side of her brain said,
No, it could just be another Percy lookalike, The rational side of her said,
What do I have next? The random side of her thought. She shook her head and sprinted faster.
In five minutes all of the Cullens were done, not even a broken sweat on any of the seven. They all looked bored as the coach dismissed them in awe of their ability to finish this task so quickly.
Percy muttered something about hunting after he changed before flitting off to the woods, his unmoving heart thundering, hypothetically.
Sighing, he went to Edward's meadow, and laid down on the grass, a million things running through his mind.
She's alive. No. He would not see her. He would be tempted. Too much temptation for him, a newborn.
Leave. No. He would not do that either. Renesmee had just started school, so had he and his siblings. No.
He was distracted by a faint heartbeat and steps coming towards him. A scent wafted towards him. It was sweet, but so salty at the same time. He used all of his control to get up without attacking the person. In the back of his mind, he knew it was probably Annabeth. Or Thalia. Probably Thalia, Annabeth couldn't be so quiet in the woods. He stood his ground, thanking his good fortune that he had hunted yesterday afternoon. His mind was correct, because Thalia emerged from the woods, bow drawn. She wasn't looking at him, she was looking at the deer across the meadow. Though her eyes locked on him soon enough, even him in a perfect standstill.
"Percy." she whispered, and dropped her bow, starting to run to him, with many emotions running across her face, her heart pounding. Anger, sadness, excitement, hapiness, joy, grief, confusion. She hadn't taken two steps when Percy knew he had to leave. He could easily lose control. He flitted away from the situation, going behind her and walking away in beautiful silence. He heard her whirl around.
"Percy!" She said, louder. "You're alive!"
She sprinted to him, and he held his breath as she tackled him and failed, him standing still as she threw herself against him in a tight hug. He did not hug back, though. This could make him lose his composure.
"What's wrong? And why are you so cold? What happened to you?" She asked, confused.
"Stay sharp Pinecone face. Tell Grover to eat up on the enchiladas. Just tell her... I'm sorry..." He whispered, obviously thinking of Annabeth. He easily unwrapped himself from his cousin's embrace, Thalia's face full of confusion, and flitted off to the mountains.
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