Hey, humans. It's Chocoholic. Wow, it's been four days! Sorry! Anyway, I liked this chapter quite a bit. This is a bit of a boring chapter. It's good, but not nearly the best. Oh, and btw, we've been on fanfiction for a long while, but we haven't had an account for a while. So if someone who knows could PM me on what OC or OCC or AU means, I'd love it.

I'm a 6th grader, I have black hair and brown eyes, and I'm a GIRL! So unless Rick Riordan has some age lowering machine, and got major plastic surgery, then, no, I'm not him, and I don't own PJO : (

Percy's POV

Honestly? I'd never given much thought to what I wore, or looked like. I'd gotten invisaline so I wouldn't have to wear braces. Paul and my mom always bought my clothes. I usually just brushed my hair. Or at least tried. I don't do gel.

So when I got to school, Rachel was leaning against my locker, and I was surprised.

"What now?" I thought.

She smiled when she saw me coming. She was wearing a white shirt with bright neon blue skinny jeans. Once my mom bought me skinny jeans, and I tried them on, they were so tight they almost cut circulation off from my legs.

I don't get girls. At all.

How do they wake up at 5 in the morning just to look good?

I wake up at 7, and it's enough for Annabeth!

"Oh gods," I thought, "what if Annabeth gets up at 5 to look good for me, she already looks good enough!"

I reached my locker.

"Excuse me, Rachel," I mumbled

"Oh, you know my name!" She giggled.

'Oh no,' I thought, 'She's gonna go all ditzy on me.'

"So, Percy, I got reservations at Le Cliché, for tonight, and I'm inviting you," Rachel began, "You in?"

I slowly turned to face her, "Sure Rach" I said "I'd love to come!"

Her smile turned to a full out grin, "Fab! It's a date! Remember, Le Cliché at 7:30!"

She kissed my cheek, ruffled my hair and strutted off.

Annabeth walked up to me, knuckles slightly white from clenching her fists, eyes narrowed at Rachel. "What was that?" she asked, slightly annoyed.

I grinned and leaned in to kiss her cheek. She looked beautiful, and I doubt she wakes up at five to get ready. She was wearing a green army jacket with a thin gray hoodie underneath, a fresh white tee, jeans and black lace-up boots. Her hair put in a pretty side braid. "Hmm? Oh, we're all going to Le Cliché."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "Why are you going with Rachel? I thought you didn't like Rachel! Percy, did she threaten you? Or do you really like her-"

I cut her off with a kiss, but she pulled away and looked at me, searching for an explanation. So I gave her one. "Anniebell! Don't you get it? We're all going. You, me, Sadie, Walt, Emma, and Daniel."

"Sadie, Walt Daniel, Emma, You and I," She corrected and grinned.

"Yes…you guys will crash what she calls our 'date'" I replied. She simply grinned at me and pulled me in for a kiss.

Sadie's PoV

Percy's normally stupid.

Almost always.

But he actually came up with a smart plan. With Annabeth's help, of course. That girl is a freakin' genius.

The plan was that we would all dress nice, the place was fancy. Percy was riding with Rachel, so Annabeth would pick up me and Walt, and she would drive us there. We would walk in and tell us we were under the reservation of Dare. Annabeth could do some snappy thingy that would make them think we were just late. Then we would join a surprised Rachel and Percy.

So that's why I was standing in front of my mirror in a short, sleeveless black dress, with little ribbons for straps. On the body for the dress, was a ribbon just below my chest, and below that there was a soft but gauzy cover, and underneath that, on the fabric underneath the cloth, were shiny turquoise sequins, so bright they stood out from the gauzy cloth. It came mid-thigh. I wore my combat boots, because I love them!

I came out just as Walt came out in a black button down, black pants and, his combat boots.

We heard the doorbell chime and ran to get it. I saw Annabeth standing there in an strapless sea green iridescent chiffon dress that came mid- thigh, like mine. (AN: That was a lot of adjectives! I got Annabeth's dress link: reviews/nicole-miller-sea-green-iridescent-chiffon-strapless-dress-at-bluefly. Sadie's dress is actually a dress I own, so… if I can post a pic in my profile, then I'll try…)

Annabeth didn't ask any questions just gestured to her uncle's car. Her hair was curly and was down, and I had put blue lowlights in mine to go with the dress. We got in the car and drove to Le Cliché. 'What kind of a name is Le Cliché?' I thought to myself. I mean no restaurant wants to be a cliché restaurant!

It only took about ten minutes to get there. As promised, Annabeth did her snappy thing to get the host to think we were with the Dare party. We made our way to the back of the restaurant. La Cliché was a very Tuscan looking restaurant. Like an Olive garden, I suppose. If they had the same food, it'd be a bloody rip off! At the back of the restaurant, sat Rachel and Percy at a two person table, beside many other two person tables. We dragged one over and Annabeth sat n ext to Percy, I sat next to Rachel, and Walt sat on the end in between us. Watching Rachel's expression as we came was entertaining. It was shock, then anger, shock again, confusedness, and anger. Finally she spluttered out, "Wh-What are they doing here?"

Percy shrugged and said, "You invited us…so here we are. Sorry they're late."

Annabeth smirked at Rachel, "Yeah sorry. Car trouble. But we're all good now. Anyway, did we order anything yet?"

"Nah, they haven't given us the menus yet." Percy said.

"Ugh, they better soon, 'cause I'm starving!" I said.

"Me too. I told you that you should have had at least a granola bar. You know how long these restaurants take!" Scolded Walt. I just rolled her eyes at my boyfriend.

Not long after, the waitress came, and she took a bit too much of a liking to Percy, in Annabeth's opinion. I could literally see the steam escaping from her ears.

I ordered a Ravioli de Portobello, Annabeth got Ravioli de Portobello too, Percy got Mac 'n Cheese, Walt got Spaghetti and Meatballs, and Rachel got Chicken Caeser Salad. Rachel, I noticed, was watching Annabeth with disgust a she got her big plate of Ravioli. My plate was the same size, and the portion was huge.

"You're actually going to eat that? All of it?" Rachel asked, still looking disgusted.

"Sure," I replied.

"I do a lot of exercise. I get a big appetite." Chimed in Annabeth.

"But…doesn't exercise make you all sweaty?"

"Yes." Annabeth spoke slowly as if talking to and idiot.

"And you like being sweaty?" Rachel had a look of confusion on her face.

"Not that I love it, but it doesn't bother me…" Annabeth said, looking dumbstruck, as if asking, is this girl for real?

"Well," Rachel said, turning to Percy, "If I were you, I would never date a girl who sweats and doesn't care about it, or even likes sports." Then she leaned back and sipped her Diet Coke as we all stared at her, expressions varying from mine like 'is she that stupid?' to Walt's like 'this is amusing me…' to Percy's like 'Oh no you didn't!' and finally, to Annabeth's which was like 'Watch your back, cause I'm gonna get you!'

I saw Annabeth touching her right calf, the place where she told me she keeps her dagger. I shot her a look saying 'don't. I'll take care of it.' She nodded to me despite the confused expression on her face.

Hee hee check out the link, the dress is gorgeous. Sadies dress… Idk how to show you it, cause I own it…