We are so sorry, I had a big model UN conference and I had to prepare a lot of stuff for it and that was on a higher priority than fanfiction, but here is the story. And also we are just really lazy pieces of trash.

Drew P.O.V

"What do you mean you're suing me? I nearly got killed in that fire you can't seriously be accounting me for causing it!" I let out a frustrated groan, going over everything that had happened to me. "There can't be video proof because I didn't do anything! Why would I lock myself in a burning building, I'm sure someone else was behind it!"

I collapsed on my bed, barely able to keep myself from crying. Not only was I being sued, but I had no job and no girlfriend.

This couldn't just be happening for no reason, there is only a few people capable of this sort of thing. It was time to give the B academy a call.

They wouldn't have changed their hideout just because of me. They had probably changed the locks, they knew me well enough to know I'd copied all the keys the second I got them - but even they get overconfident. I'm sure they didn't bother with the kitchen entrance.

I put on my preppiest clothes and snuck out of the house, not bothering to do a complex disguise. They would see through it no matter how well I did it. Anyway I wanted them to know I was there, I just didn't want to raise any suspicion from the campus police.

I looked over the beautifully pruned campus and all the scornful, mean people that resided there, debating whether or not to give them a chance before I threatened their whole operation. I decided against it. They deserved what was coming to them - their plan was already set in motion and only they could stop it, whether through their will or by blackmail, which I had plenty of.

The base was accessible through a sorority house. I mean where else would you put underground, cult-like operation run by rich collage girls? I technically didn't even break in - they still kept the key in the light fixture. Actually getting into the real base would be much more difficult.

I snuck down to the basement where a labyrinth of shelves awaited me. I'm not even speaking figuratively - we'd made it an actual maze. You could end up helplessly lost, waiting for one of the members to hear and take pity on you or you could end up by the stairwell that leads down here, or the secret door. It would have been too much manual labor for them to move the maze so I got through that quickly too.

The passcode was a simple 6-numbers, but they had almost certainly changed it. Then again maybe not - most people got to the base through the library entrance, as only a few of them were even in this sorority. I tried the one from my days as queen bee - 2-4-8-2-4-, I hesitated. What if they had set a trap? No, on second thought they're too self-confident for that. I typed in the last 9. The door beeped and the light turned green. I smirked, too easy. But then again, I'm not sure how many of them even knew this was here.

I clacked down the familiar hallways and took an odd turn, it lead to a backdoor of my office, or rather whoever was in command now.

The room was silent as I swung open the painting of our founder, some woman who had to be in her 90's by now. I walked over to my (well, not anymore) chair, ran my fingers along the armrest and sat down. I was disgusted by how comfortable and normal it felt.

I heard talking from outside, coming closer.

I wheeled the chair around so the back was facing the main door. Drama was everything in the B Academy. The door opened and the two voices walked in. They closed the door and I spun around slowly.

"Hello ladies." I greeted, smirking at their bewildered faces. I can't say I was surprised it was them - my old second and third in command. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to my private, she hadn't been the brightest bulb. She had had money and connections though.

"Drew." The first one said in an icy voice, overcoming the shock of seeing me quickly. "I didn't think you'd have the guts to come back after . . . All that."

Slipping back into my alpha bitch personality was easier than I'd expected. "I'm unpredictable. That's why I was the best leader this amateur place has ever seen." I snorted, knowing they were too weak to try anything bigger than a petty prank.

"We missed you." The second one said quietly.

"Lou Ellen!" The first one snapped.

"Well we did Becka." Lou Ellen said, a little sadly.

"Oh Lou, I must admit I missed you a bit too. I could always count on your honesty." I placed my heeled feet on the desk deliberately, the picture of control and poise. "Looks like this whole place has missed me doesn't it?" I gestured around at the outdated cameras and dusty walls. "Doesn't look like you're doing so well without me. I notice there seems to have been a few . . . budget cuts." I tilted my head up a fraction, pleased at their misfortune. Lou Ellen looked down at the ground but Becka glowered fiercely.

"Well, you know why I'm here. Let's make this easy for all of us shall we? I'll just be on my way with the real tape. Unless of course, you think the school would like to know about those files we stole."

"You were there too!" Becka practically snarled, "we have plenty of witnesses." The first one said, crossing her arms.

I laughed, putting my feet down from the table and leaning forward. "You think the school will believe the guilty party over poor, innocent little me who help them catch the real culprits?" I fluttered my eyelashes and pretended to wipe at my eyes. "Oh but principal Turner, I know I was involved but you must understand - I was so scared - it was peer pressure you know and well, I wanted to tell you, but they threatened me so I had to leave instead. But I came back to make a stand!" Slipping out of my 'innocent schoolgirl' act, I smirked.

"Send in the real tape by five o'clock or this whole thing will be shut down. You can't take me down, I was the best leader the Bitch academy ever had and there is no way that you will ever outwit me." I looked down at my watch, 3:00. "You have two hours. I would get moving if I were you." I stood up and just walked past them and out of the room.

Once I was back outside I took a deep breath. I had to this, this wasn't a choice. I tried to push down the part of me that enjoyed the rush. I don't know if it worked.

Piper P.O.V

Drew had been acting weird lately, and I was getting worried. She never seemed to be home, and would give no good explanation to where she had been. She would come back with file folders and hide them in her room, she said that it had to do with the court case filed against her. She didn't want a lawyer, she said that she could handle it. That made no sense, my dad's lawyers were the best and I'm sure that mom's are even better if Drew would talk to her again.

I stood outside her room, hand hovering over the door, hesitating to knock. She was talking to someone inside, probably on her phone. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I really didn't, I just happened to be there. Not like I really understood anything that she was talking about, she seemed to be talking in some sort of code.

I stepped back, this was wrong, this was my sister. I couldn't be doing this, I walked to my room and tried to forget what she was doing, not that she was doing anything wrong. It was just unsettling, something seemed off. I knew that I shouldn't snoop on her, but she was my sister, I was going to find out what was wrong.

Drew P.O.V

They had given the real footage to the bakery so the case against me was dropped, but for some reason, I wasn't happy. I didn't have a purpose anymore. I hated to admit it but I had thoroughly enjoyed going up against the academy. I missed the exciting times I had when I was in college. I could get anyone to do what I wanted with a lift of a finger. Everyone knew who I was and I was so popular. My room was luxurious and I didn't even have to ask mom for money. Maybe I should pay the Academy another visit . . .

Annabeth P.O.V

I might as well face it, I'm going to have to stay home with Charlie. Millie's sick, Piper and Hazel have classes and I have no idea where Drew is. In fact, I haven't seen her in a while. I sighed. There was going to be a professional architect in class today, and I wasn't going to get to meet them. I had so many burning questions I had wanted to ask too.

"Muh muh." Charlie pulled the pencil out of my hand, messing up the kitchen I was drawing.

"Do you want to draw sweetheart?" I asked, getting my pencil back. He shook his head.

Ring ring! Ugh that was Percy's ring tone. "One sec Charlie."

"Hey Percy." I greeted, looking at my watch. "Don't you have swim practice in two minutes?"

"Yeah, but Piper and Hazel said you were sick and I just wanted to check in on you." Oh, I'd forgotten that was the excuse of the day.

"Yeah," I tried to make my voice sound as horse as I could, "I'll be fine though."

"Oh, ok. Do you need anything?" Percy replied.

"Hungry." Charlie whined, trying to take my phone.

"What was that?" Percy asked, sounding curious.

"Nothing." I said quickly and then proceeded to cough really loudly so Percy couldn't hear Charlie.

"Do you want me to come over?" Percy was getting really worried.

"No no, I'm ok, just a coughing fit! I'm going to have to call you back later though. Bye!" I hung up quickly.

"Charlie you can't take mommy's phone while she's talking ok?" I put my phone in my pocket and picked him up. I just hope Percy wasn't suspicious.

Percy P.O.V

I had to get to the bottom of this, fast. What if Charlie was an abusive boyfriend who makes Annabeth stay home from school? Or maybe something worse. Why hadn't she told me about him? I found out by Piper, not Annabeth. It makes no sense.

Isn't the first thing that girls with boyfriends say is that they have a boyfriend? He must be abusive, or a spy or secret agent. That wasn't so likely, just a hope. I had to get Annabeth out of that relationship.

No, I'm not jealous, it's because I care about her and don't want her to get hurt. How do I even go about this though? Would I make her stay at my house? Arrest Charlie? I know, I'll ask my mom.

"Mooom!" I called out from my bed, too lazy to get up.

"Percy I'm baking right now could you come here or wait please?"

"Fine" I sighed and pattered down the stairs.

"Yes sweetheart, what did you want to talk about?" She said once I got downstairs.

"How do you help someone get out of an abusive relationship?" I asked, hoping that she wouldn't ask who I was talking about.

"Do you know someone who is in an abusive relationship?" My mom asked, either worried or skeptic. I'm guessing worried.

"Well, I'm not sure that they are in an abusive relationship but I'm pretty sure."

"Well Percy you can't just assume these types of things, you have to make sure. Have you even met this person?"

"No." I mumbled into my pillow.

"Well you should set up a meeting with that person to see how they act, or talk to the person you think is being abused."

"Well the thing is that they don't want me to meet their partner." I said quietly.

"Well, you should respect their wishes. But if you are pretty sure of this, listing in on conversations is not the worst thing you could do."

Time to stalk Annabeth.