Agh! Sorry! I know, it's been a while but since school started I've been busy! :( Thins have been crazy, me starting middle school, homework, etc. But here's your chapter.

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Oh, and also, these past few chapters has been all me in the AN's (in the story mostly too) because Cookie Queen has been busy, and lazy.

Do we have to go over this?! Me no own PJO!

Percy's PoV

The rest of the day was uneventful. At lunch, Annabeth and I planned what do to when we crashed the meeting. At least, Annabeth did, and I watched her intently write in a tiny notebook. I was itching to set Rachel straight. When the end of the day came, I was hyperactive, and my ADHD wasn't helping. Annabeth was perfectly calm, probably because she had been planning and going over the notes. When we finally reached room 545, a meeting room, Annabeth opened her messenger bag and pulled out her plan. It wasn't a plan, really, mostly notes, or thoughts of what could happen, but it was something. She checked her watch, it was 3:45, and everyone who wanted to come to the meeting should have been there by now. Annabeth looked at me once, and opened the door. We saw almost the entire tenth grade in the room. It was the biggest meeting room, slightly smaller than the cafeteria, meant for those big conventions or whatever. There was a big, I mean huge, table in the center with swivel chairs around it. At the head of the table was Rachel, with a binder in one hand and a colorful bouquet of pens in the other. She smiled coldly at Annabeth, and then winked at me. "I was hoping you'd be able to join us. We have two seats reserved up her." We made our way towards Rachel. There were two seats on her left side that were empty, so we sat in those. Rachel frowned when Annabeth sat next to her instead of me. But she quickly recovered, and nodded to Brooke on her right. Brooke smiled, and Rachel stood up. "Welcome, welcome," She began, sounding like Effie Trinket. "We are pleased to have you here. As you know, this is the meeting to investigate who Annabeth Chase really is." Annabeth gave Rachel a murderous glare, which said girl returned with a smile.

The first person to speak up was Talia. "Annabeth Chase was expelled from 7 different schools all over the west coast. Her last school kicked her out May 7th, 2012, for exploding the Orchestra room. The school was Still High School."* Annabeth gave me a sheepish smile. Rachel smiled and opened her binder. "Yes, yes. She also was seen with Percy, when he was a rumored fugitive, so clearly, she is something of danger. 'Course Percy wasn't a fugitive, but Annabeth…"

Annabeth narrowed her eyes and gave me a pointed look. I shrugged and tried not to smile at the thought of our first quest. That was when Annabeth and I didn't even like each other. Gods that seemed like centuries ago, even though it was only a few years.

Rachel continued, "Oh, and she was admitted to one month of guidance counseling when she was at age seven, claiming that she was being stalked by a man in a trench coat, with one eye." Rachel said this as if Annabeth belonged in a nut house. Something clicked in me, and I realized that the man she was talking about, was in fact the man that had stalked me in my younger years.

The meeting went on for another fifteen minutes before I shot Annabeth a look and she and I got up and left. Rachel was burning a hole through my back as I walked out, but I didn't care.

On the ride home, Annabeth was silent. She kept her eyes straight ahead and didn't say a word. Finally, I stopped at a 7-11. She looked at me questioningly, for the first time after we left the meeting. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"I thought you might want a slushie."

"Well I don't."

"Well I do."

"Then get one!" She snapped.

"Annabeth." I said. No reply.

"Annabeth." I said again, louder, more firmly. Still no reply.

"Annabeth, look at me!" I was close to yelling. This time, she turned her glare at me. "What?!"

I softened my gaze a bit. "What's wrong?"

She sighed. "Nothing, Percy. It's Rachel. She's getting to me. Who knows what she'll do next?"

I turned on the car and backed out of the parking lot. She gave me another confused look. "What are you doing?"

I smiled knowingly. "I know just what you need."

The drive was short. When we reached my apartment building, Annabeth shot me another confused look. I smiled and shook my head. I lead her up to my floor. We walked to the apartment, and I knocked on the door, having forgotten my keys. There was silence for about ten seconds, the door opened, and Annabeth was attacked in a flash of blue and brown.

Sorry, that was short, but I'm running out of ideas. BTW, it's not all drama, there'll be some action. But I'm horrid at that so…

It's talk like a British person day.

Ello, mate. Blimey it's been hot out! That bloody drought!

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