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A/N: BAWHAWHAWHAW. Cliffhanger? I think so. And I now feel bad for doing that because it ended up with my not being on here for weeks because other things required more attention than this story. So I'm sorry for not updating for a while (none of you died from withdrawals, as far as I can tell) and here's the next chapter!

Blue-eyes27: PLEASE DON'T BE SCARED. I'm in my junior year (grade 11) and I've been to a couple. People do get wasted, etc, and do much stupid shit, but I'm sure they ALL aren't like the one I wrote about. I just made it completely twisted for reader enjoyment. =]

Becky482: AND I MENTION YOU AGAIN! LMFAO yes indeed that would've been quite on the hilarious side. Maybe I'll try to incorporate something along those lines in later on...? Thanks for your support and helping with my funny withdrawal!

Soonersgirl86: Holy nachos! You'll just have to find out... =]

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Megagamer321: What? Cliffies are fun... =D YES, INDEED, and kids DON'T DRINK IF YOU'RE UNDERAGE. (I'm a hypocrite. BUT ITS NOT LIKE I'VE BEEN TO 39204820 PARTIES AND GOTTEN WASTED EVERY TIME.) I guess it could have been that song, but I was listening to some pop song (not Katy, I'm afraid) and I was like 'Let's have Annabeth be a retard!' That's all for now! =]

...123: I LOVE LOGAN LERMAN TOO. JUST SAYING... And about the eyes watering: THIS IS FOR EVERONE NOW! READ THIS PLZ. =] I blush like, a super lot if I get embarrassed or something like that. A couple times, I've blushed so hard that I felt tears come to my eyes. The text didn't make him cry, he was just blushing VERY VERY HARD! =]

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OKAY, I KNOW THIS WAS SUPER LONG. SAARRY GUYS! (anyone watch Gilly yet? TELL ME!)

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ON WITH THE SHOWW!

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I glanced at Annabeth and returned my gaze to the message, my face burning as if fire was on my skin.

"A picture." I stammered.

"What?" she took my cell phone out of my hands before I could stop her and looked at the picture.

Bianca must have accidentally opened the door to Luke's parent's bedrooms, saw us, and taken a picture of us sleeping together. It was right there. Annabeth and I curled together, back to chest, on the bed. The message below said "Spooning leads to forking!" with a winky face at the end.

Annabeth continued to look at it for a minute before trailing her eyes up to mine. We just stood there, staring at each other.

Finally, she opened her mouth and said, "Well."

"Yeah." I croaked.

"Okay. Um... What are we going to do about this?" she bit her lip.

"Pray that Bianca doesn't send it to anybody else." I muttered.

"Agreed. Anything else?" she inquired.

I sighed. "We could just leave it alone. It was a party. There was stupider shit done than just that."

"But there are already rumors..." she trailed off, looking worried.

"Forget the rumors, Annabeth. They're made to fuck with your head."

"They're working." She pressed her hand to her temple. "And this hangover is fucking with my head."

"Right. Come on."

We made our way back to my house. Luckily, my mom was out grocery shopping like she does every Sunday morning. She gets back between 12:30 and 1:00, so we had time. I got coffee, a glass of water and toast for the two of us. We sat at my dining room table, across from each other.

"Feel any better?" I asked her after a couple minutes of eating and drinking.

"A little bit. I'm sure I'll feel better later on." She sighed.

"Yeah, I hope so." I crinkled my nose in sympathy.

"Thanks." She said quietly.

"It's no problem. It's just toast and coffee." I shrugged.

"No. I mean for last night. I don't remember everything but I remember enough." She looked up at me.

I felt my cheeks tinge pink. "Don't worry about it." I muttered, shifting in my seat. We continued to eat quietly, a slightly uncomfortable silence enveloping the room.

"So what are we going to do about that picture?" Annabeth met my eyes.

"I dunno. Any suggestions?" I asked.

"Oh.. uh... well, we could ask Bianca to delete it." She said this hesitantly.

To tell the truth, it wasn't a bad picture. I kinda liked it, so I felt resistant to deleting it. "That's always an option." I agreed. I took a deep breath and blurted, "Or we could just keep it. Like, not do anything about it, you know? If someone asks us, then... well..." I trailed off.

"What would we tell them?" her gray eyes pierced mine. That we're dating. Because I want to date you. Go out with me.

"Erm..." I pulled my gaze down to my fingers, which were tearing off gradual pieces of toast. The poor toast. Having its body parts torn off. Maybe I had just taken its arm off. It wouldn't grow back. A starfish's arm would grow back, though. Or were they legs, not arms? And did the starfish have to be in water to grow it back, or could it be out of it? But what starfish could regenerate out of water? Not even Patrick from Spongebob Squarepants could do that. Then again, none of his limbs had ever been ripped off, let alone above water.

"Percy?"

I brought myself out of my deranged daydream. "Sorry. Okay, well, I guess that we'd tell them that..." I bit my lip and the rest of the words rushed out of my mouth. "We're dating? If you want. I mean, we don't have to. We could just say that to get them off our backs. Do you know what I mean? Sorry, it's a stupid idea-"

"Percy? What are you trying to say?" Annabeth had a cautious smile with one eyebrow raised.

"Do you want to go out with me?" I finally met her eyes. She looked like she was trying to suppress a smile.

"Is this for real or the cover for the pictu-"

"For real." I gripped my glass of water.

She smiled and nodded, a deep blush covering her cheeks. I leaned over, kissing her gently on the lips. I could feel her smile.

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On Monday morning, I woke up with a feeling of satisfaction coursing through my veins. I ruffled my hair, replaying the last two days in my mind. I dressed in black Element shirt, jeans (shocker) and low-top black Converses. I hopped out the door with my right hand trying to get on my left shoe. I went down to the kitchen, wolfed down the food on the plate, chugged the juice and was just stepping out with my mom called me back.

"Don't you need your bag?" she offered it to me, eyebrow raised. I smiled sheepishly at her and took it from her hand.

"Thanks. Later, Mom!" I turned around.

"You're forgetting something else!" she told me. I turned to her again. She was holding her arms out and giving me the 'hug your mother' look. I hugged her, kissed her cheek, and left.

Once I got to school, all I heard was news about Luke's party. Most of this, I already knew. Something I didn't know was that Luke was now dating someone, but it wasn't the girl in grade 11 who I'd seen him making out with.

What day is it today? I wondered. I couldn't be bothered to check. Nico came up and opened his locker beside me.

"What day is it?" I asked him.

"I still hate you." He snapped.

"I'm sorry for throwing the blanket over you guys. I guess privacy isn't a big concern for you." I rolled my eyes, sarcasm heavy in my voice.

"No. For waking me up yesterday, asshole."

"Oh shut up. Cry me a river, you giant baby." I snapped.

"Nyeh!" he stuck his tongue out at me.

"What day is it?" I repeated.

"Day One, okay?" he shut his locker.

"Okay. Thanks. That's all I was asking." I grumbled. We headed off to our first class, Nico sulking and me trying to not catch his downer mood.

"Nico, can you stop being such a bum? I have good news!" I whispered excitedly after dodging a gaggle of girls that were all looking at their friends' cell phone.

"What?" he pursed his lips and looked at me from under his eyebrows.

"Annabeth and I are dating." I smiled proudly.

"Oh. Hey! That's great, man!" he pounded me on the back, suddenly grinning. "I'm happy for you!"

"Thanks." I smiled wider. I felt more relieved now that I'd at least told Nico.

"So is it all because of Bianca's picture of you two?"

"No!" my face burned. I punched his shoulder, still hating how my cast hung heavily on my left side. "Well, it kind of spurred it, I guess, but there were other instances-"

"What other instances?" a voice broke in.

"And what kind of spurred what?"

I whirled around. The Stoll brothers were standing behind me, grinning like always. I swear, they're klepto as well as weird. Am I the only one who notices that their name sounds like 'stole'?

"N-nothing." I stuttered. "Jeez, guys. Scare me out of my skin, why don'tcha?"

"C'mon Percy. Let it out." Travis cooed, placing a soft hand on my shoulder. "We're your friends. We listen." He widened his eyes, nodded and pressed his lips into a small smile. Also known as, a very creepy face.

"Uh. That's okay. I wouldn't want to burden you with my story." I shrugged out from under his hand and scrutinized Connor. "And I wasn't aware that you consider me a friend, Connor."

He raised one eyebrow. "What are you talking about?" he asked quizzically.

"At the party, you seemed like you'd rather have me shot in the balls than to talk to you." I told him, gripping my shoulder strap of my bag.

Travis burst out laughing then stopped when he realized I was serious.

"Seriously, Percy, I have no idea what you're talking about. The party? I can't remember ANYTHING from then." He emphasized. "The most I remember is walking in. After that, I remember waking up. At my house. On my floor. With a major hangover. That's it." He stared at me. "What did I do?"

I let out a deep breath, still wary. "Overall, you were just a giant prick."

Travis nodded. "Sounds like him."

Connor elbowed him. "Shut up."

Travis raised his hands in surrender. "What can I say? You're an angry drunk!"

Connor returned his attention to me. "Percy, whatever I did, I'm really sorry. I'm an idiot. You know that already." He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah, okay." I muttered, avoiding his eyes.

"So what was I a prick about anyways?" he laughed.

"Annabeth." I said stonily, pursing my lips.

His face dropped. "That would make sense."

"Hey guys!"

"Speak of the devil!" Travis exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air with a grin.

"Huh?" Annabeth frowned and looked at Travis, confused.

"Nevermind!" he threw his hands up again, still with that grin.

"O..kay..." Annabeth turned away and smiled at me, then everyone else.

"Hey, Annabeth." My mouth pulled into an automatic, stupid, obvious, big, fat smile.

"Percy." She flushed a bit.

"CONGRATS, YOU GUYS!" Nico yelled.

"Congrats for what?" the Stolls jinxed.

Annabeth came over and hugged me. I put my arm around her. We smiled.

"We're dating." I announced.

They both grinned (man, these guys grin a lot...) and started congratulating us as well. The whole time, I watched Connor. The smile never reached his eyes.

A/N: I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT YOU GUYS WANTED A CHAPTER, SO IS A SHORT ONE BETTER THAN A LONG ONE? SORRY!