I was going to update yesterday, but I went over to Hydra's house and didn't bring my laptop (real smart of me). We have a new collab story, The New Storm (which I don't think will get many views, sadly), that are about our OC's. Just letting you guys know.

noname- I'm glad I don't know much about it either. But I can't really add much to Percy's past because I don't know much about them.

Guest- Thanks.

hermes child awesomness- Nope, they're not racist, at least not intentionally.

ICECREAMROCKS don't dis me- That's going to come up soon, hopefully. I have it planned out, I just need to see if I can fit it in somewhere.

Okay, so that's it. Check out our new story if you want to (please). Anyway, enjoy~

The next day was pretty uneventful until Nutrition. We were eating at our regular table with me, Grover, and Juniper, when Rachel joined.

"Hey," she said. "You remember me, right?"

"Rachel Elizabeth Dare," I recalled. "Head of the art club?"

She laughed and nodded. "Nice to see you too, Grover. Tell me when you have some projects going on. I'll help out."

Grover's eyes widened. "We're thinking of helping the Yellow Bellied Sap-suckers, actually. We're going to try to convince Mr. D to show our work to the outside world."

"That's great!" Rachel said. Her green eyes were shining with excitement.

Then we saw Annabeth.

She was wandering around with a half-eaten apple until she found the person she wanted. I saw her nod slightly to another person. She threw the apple.

My eyes followed the apple as it flew. Much to my glee, it hit Matt Sloan's head.

The students gasped.

"Ooh," Rachel said. "Looks like someone's in trouble. I told her not to pick Sloan."

I gave Rachel a confused look, but she kept watching them.

Sloan slowly turned around and saw Annabeth with her arms crossed. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I think that you were in my apple's way over to the trashcan," she said as Sloan walked up to her.

"There's plenty of other trashcans, Chase," Sloan growled.

"What's life without a little bit of fun?" she said confidently.

He smirked. "Is that why you're always ditching and sneaking around?"

"That's none of your business," she said.

Sloan must've snapped right there, because he started punching her… only they all missed.

Annabeth sent him a smirk as she dodged his punches without effort. She ducked as he punched into a column.

"Ow!"

"Hurts, doesn't it?" she said. She gave him a good punch to the shoulder and he fell. "What are guys like these days if they just fall with one punch? Especially by a girl?"

Sloan gritted his teeth. "I told you that I didn't mean that!"

"Didn't seem like you meant it," she said, and twisted his arm back.

"Ms. Chase! What do you think you're doing?" a teacher said.

"He was in the way of my flying apple," she said.

"There's plenty of—" Sloan started, but Annabeth glared at him.

"Sloan, what just happened?"

Sloan explained the whole thing, twisting up some parts so that it would seem that he was the victim. I scowled.

"It's fine," Rachel said. "Annabeth can handle this."

Sure enough, the teacher sighed. "Sloan, detention. We'll come and get you whenever you're free."

Sloan's jaw dropped, and Annabeth stomped her foot behind him. She stormed out of the cafeteria, muttering things under her breath.

"Can someone tell me what just happened?" I asked.

"Don't worry Percy," Juniper said. "This happens from time to time."

"Can someone tell me why?"

"I don't know," Juniper said. "But Rachel might."

"But I'm not allowed to tell you why," she said. "I'm sure you'll figure it out. See you in third period, Percy."

She dumped her remaining snack in the trash.

"She has third period with me?" I asked.

"Um, she sits behind you," Grover said.

"Oh."

Apparently she did.

She was actually fun to talk to. We passed notes the entire class without getting caught.

"Percy," she snickered while she handed me a piece of paper. "I have to go to my next class, but can I sit with you guys at lunch?"

"Sure," I said, a bit puzzled about the paper.

"See you then," she said.

I unfolded the paper as I went to my next class. I found Grover on the way.

"What's that?" Grover asked.

I shrugged and showed him the paper, and he started laughing.

"This is actually a great drawing of Dr. Boring," he laughed.

I looked at the sheet of notebook paper. She drew Dr. Boring with a long beard and a square mouth, and wrote "Dr. Boring is immensely boring."

I laughed and went to my science class.

"Mrs. White just hates puke, doesn't she?" I laughed.

"Seriously. You can just get out of class if you say 'puke,'" Grover said rolling his eyes.

Juniper got us some lunch instead of making us wait in the long line since she was volunteering. Rachel came by a few minutes later.

"You guys got an early lunch? Lucky! I had to wait in line!" she said.

"Juniper's awesome," Grover said.

"Don't say that just because I got you enchiladas when it's spaghetti day," Juniper said, but she was blushing.

"Speaking of that, Annabeth's on the move again," Rachel said.

We turned around and saw Annabeth holding her plate of spaghetti. She looked around she found her target.

"Whoops," she said, dumping her plate upside down on Nancy's head.

Nancy looked at her outraged. I winced. Even that was a bit mean.

"Hey!" she yelled, pulling off the spaghetti from her head.

"Well, that's a new look for you," Annabeth said. "Especially since you did it to others."

Nancy's face turned red. "Mrs. Dodds!" she called, who was on lunch duty. "Annabeth dumped spaghetti on my head!"

Mrs. Dodds came running over and started fussing about Nancy.

"Is Nancy like her angel or something?" Grover muttered.

"I'm the devil spawn," I said, and they laughed. "She isn't human."

"You're right," Grover said.

"Nancy, you can go wash up. I'll write you a late note," Mrs. Dodds said. Nancy gave Annabeth a smug look. "Ms. Chase, I expect that to never happen again."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and stormed away.

"Well, someone's under the weather," I said. "I hope Mr. Blofis doesn't make us work on the report today. I don't want to work with her right now."

Rachel nodded approvingly. "There's days like this sometimes when she purposely tries to get detention, but it never works out. They just say something like, 'Please don't do that again, Ms. Chase.' Or 'We expected more from you, Annabeth.'"

"Why doesn't she get detention though? All her actions are detention worthy," I said.

"She's not really like that. I can tell," Juniper said.

"You're right; she isn't. She's just acting," Rachel said. "You, um, don't want to get involved with her on her 'Detention Days.'"

I saw her exit the building to the field. "Be right back," I said.

I followed her to the exit, but she wasn't there. There was only Luke.

"Hey, Perce," Luke said. He lighted his cigarette.

"Hey…" I said. "Did you see Annabeth by any chance?"

He shrugged. "Want one? I only brought a box of cigs and weed."

He offered me some, and I almost took one by habit.

"Um, no. Sorry," I said, stopping myself. "I shouldn't be doing that."

He gave me a strange look. "Your loss."

"Do you really sneak outside?" I asked.

"Yeah," he said. "That's one of the reasons why Annabeth wanted me to help her."

"With what?" I asked, hoping I can get something out of him.

"Nothing big," he said. Attempt failed.

"Okay then. See you around," I said and went back inside.

"You took your time," Juniper said.

"I talked with Luke," I said.

"Why Luke?" Grover asked.

"He offered me some weed and a smoke," I said. I looked at their faces. "Not that I accepted."

Rachel nodded. "Good."

R-R-RING!

Everyone got up and started crowding around to go to class.

"Mr. Blofis. Great," I sighed.

"Don't worry," Rachel said. "You're going to be working on your project, but you'll be working alone for some time."

"How do you know?"

"I just can," she smiled. She walked away to her other class.

"She can sometimes tell the future," Grover explained.

"Or that's what we think," Juniper said.

I nodded. We entered Mr. Blofis's class.

"Everyone, we'll be working on our reports today," Mr. Blofis said. "Remember, they're due on Monday."

We moved seats, but I didn't see Annabeth anywhere.

"Um, Mr. Blofis?" I asked. "My partner isn't here."

"Annabeth?" he said. "Then just work on it yourself for now. She'll probably come later."

I sighed and got to work. I tried to write a new paragraph, but I couldn't concentrate. I mean, how was Tom Sawyer going to help us be better people?

I started dozing off for ten minutes until the door opened with a loud slam!

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Blofis!" Annabeth yelled loudly.

Mr. Blofis winced. "Its fine, Annabeth. Just don't yell in the future, okay?"

"Okay!"

She scowled and sat next to me.

"You okay?" I asked nervously.

"Perfect," she muttered.

"No, seriously Annabeth. I want to help."

"There's nothing for you to help with."

"You just said that this school wasn't normal yesterday!"

"Huh," she said. Rachel was right when she said not to mess with her on Detention Day. "I think we can finish the report today. I'll finish editing it by tomorrow and we can type it up on the library computer on the weekends. Sound good?"

She didn't wait for my answer and got to work. I sighed. Girls were so hard to understand.

Annabeth actually came to PE today. I was quite surprised.

"Okay, who did this?" Coach yelled after our two mile run.

His baseball bat had smashed cupcakes all over it that didn't seem to be falling off. He waved it around.

"I did, sir," Annabeth said stepping up.

"Don't make me mad again, Chase. You'll regret it," he said.

"What the heck!" she mumbled.

I gave her a weird look, and Rachel (who also had PE with us) patted her shoulder. Annabeth met my eyes and immediately looked away.

Rachel didn't have homeroom with me, which was a bit of a bummer.

"She has a different counselor. That's why some students have different homerooms," Juniper explained. "But Chiron does the therapy sessions during the breaks, so everyone had a chance to have a session with him."

We went around the circle, telling our regrets and what we would've done differently.

"I regret not going back and helping her," Grover said. "If I could change what I've done, I would've still helped her, even when she told me to leave."

It was my turn now. "I, uh, regret doing drugs and joining a gang. Instead, I wish I just told my mom about the things Gabe was doing, and maybe tell the police."

"Okay. Going on," Chiron said.

Some people took their time to answer, so we were quickly dismissed.

I went to Study Hall alone because I didn't see Annabeth and Grover and Juniper were having the club outdoors. I sat in the library and got working.

Two hours passed, and Annabeth wasn't showing up. And I finished my part of the report.

"Um, did you see Annabeth?" I asked Clarisse.

"Princess?" Clarisse said. "Nope, but she's probably outside beating someone up."

"Thanks," I said and got my stuff. I ran downstairs to the field.

Sure enough, she really was beating someone up.

"Travis, get back here!" she yelled. "Connor, you're not excused either!"

"Gotta catch us first," Connor taunted.

She chased them around the school store and caught them by their T-shirts.

I didn't see what she was doing, but I heard some painful sounds. "That's for entering the girls' dorms." CLUNK! "That's for stealing my key." WHACK! "That's for trying to lie to me." SLAP! "That's for trying to run from me." WHACK! THUNK! SLAP! "And those are for putting a tarantula in my backpack!"

"We're sorry!" Connor yelled.

"We'll never do it again!" Travis pleaded.

I went over and saw Annabeth drop them in a heap. They immediately ran.

"So that's what you were doing for two hours," I commented.

Annabeth's face turned red. "I'm so sorry Percy. I was not doing this for the last two hours."

"Uh-huh."

She rolled her eyes. "I was doing some snooping around, and then I realized that I was late for Study Hall, and I went to go get my backpack from my dorm—"

"Why didn't you bring it with you?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes again. "Because I knew that I wouldn't be working. Anyway, the Stolls pulled a prank on me, so I've been chasing them for about forty-six minutes or so."

"But are you all right?" I asked, and she looked confused. "I mean, with the school problem and all."

She gave me a cold look. "I don't like talking about that with others that are not the people who are helping me."

"Please, Annabeth. Let me help," I pleaded.

She started walking away, leaving me to stare at her back. She turned around. "What? Aren't you coming?"

My face turned red. "I am!"

She smiled. "Good. Here's what we're going to start out with."

I caught up and nodded.

"I found out that Nancy's first detention is today in half an hour," she said.

"So?"

She raised an eyebrow. "We're going to go observe, of course."