Hey guys! Sorry about the slow updates, but I've decided that I'm gonna be updating this and my other story Chuck Versus Hollywood in an alternating fashion. So, that means one week it's this, next week, it's that. I figured that would be the best way to go about it so that I won't completely mess up one story and still get them out to you guys on a regular schedule. Thanks for understanding!

Also, fun fact! I'm now enrolled to the University of St. Thomas in Houston! :) So, if any of you guys go there or are looking at potential colleges, it's a great school!

Jedi1: Thanks! It seemed like the best place to start.

bun (Guest): Hey! Welcome back! LOL! Sorry... This one might not be as long either... I'm still trying to get into this new setting. It's not anything I'm used to. :/

Magickath: Thanks! It came to me during my sophomore writing class so when I was going through my old notebooks for story ideas, I thought about it and decided to revamp it completely.

AnnabethKatniss: It'll just be them on the island... I know how and when I want this story to progress so you'll just have to stick around and see. :)

Divergent Daughter of Athollo: You're the only one that gave suggestions and I thank you for that. You'll definitely be seeing one or some of those. ;)

PR3DAT0RS: Haha! I've been waiting for the right time to publish it, what with school and AP and college stuff.

Well, we all know what happens next!

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Percy Jackson and the Olympians... Obviously since I am in no way, shape, or form Rick Riordan.

Annabeth slowly opened her eyes as her vision adjusted to the dark. She was sitting upright, still strapped to her chair. She looked around and a piercing wave of pain crashed through her head. She groaned. She must've hit it hard. Possible concussion. Slowly, she pivoted her head to see the black haired man slumped over his own harnesses. His backpack sitting loosely in his lap. Fighting the pain, Annabeth undid her belt buckle and reached for her purse which must've flown out of her hands but luckily caught on a protruding piece of metal and was within reach. Annabeth opened the bag and checked to see if all of her stuff was there. Thankfully, it was.

Setting the bag back down on the chair she was just in, Annabeth moved to the man slumped over in his chair. "Hey," she whispered, poking him lightly. "Are you alive?" She poked him two more times. She got down on her knees in front of him and pushed his shoulders back so that he sat upright. She couldn't help but notice the firmness of the muscles in his shoulders. She only assumed that the rest of his body was the same. God, I sound like a perv, she thought to herself. Tapping his face a couple of times, she continued trying to wake him up. By now, she knew he was alive since she could feel the air leaving his nose with every breath. "Come on, wake up." Sighing, Annabeth let him sleep off his unconsciousness a little while longer while she searched the rest of the tail end. She found that all of the food and drink carts for the coach cabin were stored here. So were the extra blankets and pillows. She also found that there was a bunk room down a small hallway; she figured that was probably where the attendants took naps on long flights. Taking a water bottle, Annabeth opened it and took a long gulp, hydrating her parched mouth. She then took a handful of the precious liquid and splashed it on her face. It felt divine. Taking another handful, she tapped the black haired man's face. When she washed his face, he groaned and a hand flew up to his forehead.

"Ow," he moaned lowly. He scowled at the pain and Annabeth smiled. At least she wasn't stuck on the island with loser or alone.

"Well," Annabeth quipped standing up. "He lives." She smirked and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Wha…?" The man looked up and squinted at her, his eyes adjusting to the dark as well. "Who're…?"

"I'm Annabeth. Annabeth Chase." She didn't offer a hand, she didn't think that it was necessary.

"Chase, huh?" he asked, no longer discombobulated. Annabeth could hear a hint condescension laced in his words. "As in Frederick and Athena Chase?"

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Annabeth asked slightly offended by his tone.

"No, no problem." He stared into her eyes, as if trying to see into her soul, find out who she really was. It was obvious that he knew who she was, or at least, who her parents were. She stared back into his eyes, putting up her walls to keep him from breaking through. She hadn't had a chance to really look in his eyes since they were kind of scared for their lives when she first saw them on the plane, but they were a rare kind of sea green. The kind you only get when the sun hits the water at just the right angle. She thought that they were mesmerising, the way that they seemed to swirl as though they were actually filled with seawater. "I'm Percy. Percy Jackson." Annabeth nodded. His name was different, nice. It rolled off the tongue in just the right way.

"Well," Annabeth said, moving on from their awkward introduction. "It looks like we've been out for a few hours. It's dark. The plane crashed when it was day." She looked around them to see nothing but jungle. "We should wait for the sunlight before we look around or explore. We need the rest and don't know what's out there. It could be dangerous."

"Come to that conclusion all to yourself?" he asked in the same condescending tone as when she told him her name.

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, frowning. She put her hands on her hips. He didn't seem like the jerk type but ever since she told him her name, he'd been edgy and rude.

"What do you think it means?" he scoffed as though the answer were obvious. Annabeth's headache was growing and the last thing she wanted was to argue with possibly the only other person on the island that they seemed to be stuck on.

"Whatever." She went back over to her purse and dug through it.

"What are you doing?" he asked, unbuckling his seat belt, gathering his bag tighter into his arms and stood up. Annabeth realized that he was several inches taller than her.

"Looking for my phone," she answered. Percy muttered something under his breath that Annabeth didn't quite catch. "What did you say?" she asked him.

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, you did," she argued, stopping to look at him.

"No, I didn't," he argued back like a child.

"Fine. Don't tell me. I could care less." She went back to searching her bag before her hand wrapped around the familiar case of her iPhone. She pulled it out and turned it on. "Ugh. No signal." She shoved it back in her purse and brought her hand up to her forehead. "I can't believe this," she murmured to herself. "I really should've just waited to go on this trip."

"What," Percy said. "Your private jet was out of the airway?" Annabeth stared at him. "I'm right? Oh, my God." Suddenly, Annabeth knew what was going through Percy's mind.

"Wow… Really?" she asked, replacing her hands on her hips.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You're really laying it on thick."

"What?" he repeated, this time more offended.

"You think that I'm a stereotypical heiress, don't you?" Percy stayed quiet and squared his jaw. "Wow, okay Mr. Smart Guy, next time, don't follow me to safety." Annabeth grabbed her purse and her water bottle. "You're welcome, by the way." She slipped passed the curtain between their two chairs and into the bunk room.

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Percy questioned why he had followed Annabeth in the first place. She was obviously proud and had no care for her money. He bet she didn't even know what her parents actually did or what kind of company they ran. Then again, she had enough smarts to head away from the area of impact, although it did get them stranded on an island. But at least you're not dead, the little voice inside his head argued. Perhaps Percy wasn't giving her the benefit of the doubt.

No.

He'd met plenty of rich heiresses in New York. He never wanted to, but he had to study and he just so happened to hang around that part of town. All of the girls who shared Annabeth's title were exactly the same: spoiled, pretentious, and selfish. Granted, Annabeth hadn't started complaining about it being 'icky' outside so he gave her that. Percy looked through the cabinets and found food, water, pillows, and blankets. Since Annabeth disappeared behind the curtain and he currently didn't want to see or talk to her, he decided to make a makeshift bed and go back to sleep until morning.

The rising sun woke Percy. He sat up and lifted his arms to block the bright light. For a second, he wondered why his whole body was stiff and why he was looking out at a jungle. Then, he remembered that just the day before, they were on a plane, it crashed, and he was stuck on an island with a confusing heiress who acted like she knew everything. Speaking of the blonde, a hand appeared on the ground as a figure hoisted itself up. He realized quickly that it was Annabeth, but this time, she was wearing different clothes compared to the night before. "Don't tell me you have a change of clothes in that giant purse of yours," he tried to joke, wanting to take some of the edge off of last night, and still slightly groggy. She rolled her eyes.

"No, some of the luggage in the cargo hold was still strapped to the floor of the plane. My luggage wasn't there but I doubt the people these clothes belong to wouldn't care," she explained moving to the cabinet that had drinks. She was wearing faded jean shorts, an orange tank top with a pale forest green button down on top, and grey Chuck Taylors. Her hair was up in a messy bun on the crown of her head with a grey bandana wrapped around her hairline. She also had a medium sized cross body bag slung over her shoulder.

"You found all of that in a luggage?" he asked.

"I found this outfit in four different luggages. I also set aside some luggages filled with clothes that looked like they could fit you so I suggest you go change, too." She pulled out a navy blue T-shirt and khaki cargo shorts and tossed it to him, her nose crinkled at his current outfit. "Here."

"What? No." Percy argued, putting it down on the floor beside him. There was no way he was going to take other people's clothes like they're his. "That's rude! Those don't belong to us and we have no right to take them." Percy took it back, she was just like all the other heiresses who thought they owned everything just because they were rich.

"Well they're not exactly here to claim their baggage. And besides, we crash landed in the water. Who's to say that they're all alive?"

"How can you just think like that? What if they managed to escape?" Percy argued.

"We don't know that and I'm not going to start having false hope." Annabeth took a swig of her water bottle. "For all we know, we're the only ones that survived that crash and nobody knows where we are."

"You don't know that!" Percy yelled standing up, now towering over her by a few inches.

"Neither do you!" She responded, not backing down. "You know what? I don't care. Do whatever you want but I am not going to be wearing clothes covered in grime and sweat the entire time we're here." She stuffed the water bottle in the bag and went back to the spot where she emerged. Now at a better angle, Percy was able to see that she had tied a blanket rope with occasional footholds. He wondered how she knew how to do that but didn't ask her since she was pretty mad at him and he was still mad at her, although, he not as much as before since he started to see her point. As she bent over to take hold of the blanket, Percy saw something strapped to her waist.

"What is that?" he asked. She stood back up and looked at him.

"What?" She asked.

"That thing strapped to your waist." He pointed at it. "What is it?" She followed his finger and lifted her shirt slightly, taking the object out of its sheath.

"It's a hunting knife," she answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why do you have a hunting knife?"

"It was in a luggage. Apparently, we either had a cop or a hunter on our plane and they let him pass through security." He frowned at her obviously peeved that she had taken more items from luggages that didn't belong to her. Annabeth must've noticed that because she sheathed her knife and bent over once more to grab her makeshift ladder. She lowered her body and disappeared.

"Where are you going?" he asked her as she climbed down.

"Why do you care?" She shot back, dropping to the ground below.

"I don't. But if you're right and we're the only people on this island, we need to stick together."

"I can survive perfectly fine without you." She started trekking away through the jungle.

PHEW! Man... some tension in there. Sorry if it feels unnatural... I tried to avoid that...

Anyways... there is chapter two!

Question: What was your reaction to Percy being a jerk?

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