Disclaimer: Wow, Percy is being a dumbass. Oh right. I don't own that stupid dump or the series. Just sayin'.

A/N: So I got a lot of angry reviews about Callie and Percy. =P I actually really like Calypso! I wish there was more about her and Percy. The whole island scene with Percalypso in BotL made me happy.

Speaking of reviews, I got some responses here. YAY! 249! WOOPWOOP.

Xx Annabella Princess xx: I'm glad you like my song choices. They're on my playlist for my iTunes that I was repeatedly listening to when I wrote that chapter. =] And I'm sorry to disappoint you but I have read the books 1-4. =[ I haven't been able to read number 5 yet but my OOC-ness sticks with everything even though I've read the books. D= I KNOW! IT'S SO DEPRESSING. =[

: LOL. OMG. LOL. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HARD YOU MADE ME LOL.

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Cymopoleia: Awe, haha thank you. I did catch up on my sleep. My mom actually let me stay home from school today (Monday November 8) so that I could get some sleep and study for some tests. =]

Percabeth13: YAY! I MAKE PEOPLE INTERESTED! THIS MEANS THIS IS GOOD! =D

Adoxagraphy Angelus: I agree. Blame Percy. Percy is stupid. But that's okay. And I'm glad you enjoyed Luke's party. It was a blast, hm? =] OH! I am super flattered that you consider me a freakin' comedic genius! =D And my opinion of you as a reviewer: Friggin' super special awesome.

'Tis all for now! But I genuinely want to say that I really appreciate all the reviews. Can you believe it? 241 reviews and only 13 chapters! 1.16k hits, my traffic page says for this Saturday. Holy chicken tenders. *faints*

I kid, I kid. But that's seriously awesomely awesome. I shall do my best to update ASAP.

AND NOW, I WILL PRESENT YOU WITH…

A

VERY

UNEXPECTED

TWIST!

Bee tee dubs, this chapter is a little hot 'n heavy. It's a club. What did you expect? A tea party? Psh-aah.

Also, all of these songs are really good. =] I think you'll get a better effect of the story if you listen to the song listed while reading the story. =] It just makes it that much more AWESOME.

Enjoy, my readers. Enjoy. =]]

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Annabeth's P.O.V.

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After Percy left, I just kind of sat there besides Thalia and Nico. It was a little awkward because they were making out and all, so eventually I just got up and went to the bar. I know, I know. Last time I mixed alcohol with a party (does this count as a party?) it didn't go so well. And yet it did. I smiled as I remembered the day that Percy asked me out.

Plus, I'd already had a few sips out of Luke's little bottle at the movies. So what's wrong with keeping up the buzz?

The bar was a little more crowded than last time. I had to wait a bit before I could push my way through to order a Screwdriver. I heard the song 'Tipsy' by J-Kwon begin and I started singing the words under my breath. I took my drink, turned, and promptly bumped into a guy. A tall guy. A tall cute guy. A tall cute guy who was looking down my white top. I tried to brush past him, but the crowd of teens and young adults struggling to get to their booze kept me in my spot.

Tall Cute Guy smiled down at me. I pursed my lips, avoided his brown-eyed gaze and nervously sipped my drink. Next thing I know, I see him lean forward and say in my ear, "Care to dance?"

"I can't, actually." I replied, fleetingly meeting his eyes. "I'm meeting my boyfriend." I drank more of my beverage.

"I don't see him around." He glanced around before staring at me intently. I looked around too and came up with the same conclusion.

I opened my mouth to tell him some excuse when I saw Luke coming out of the washroom, running a hand through his blonde hair. I panicked and blurted, "I do. Over there. Excuse me." I downed the rest of my drink before I slipped away and made a beeline for Luke. I unconsciously pulled down my black skirt to make sure it wasn't short in the back. When Luke spotted me, a grin appeared on his face and he opened his arms wide.

"Annabeth!" he crowed as he gathered me into his arms. He smelled of booze and sweat. Or was it just the smell of this club? Probably the club. "How you doin'?"

"Fine. Or not. Kind of. There's a guy who wants to dance with me and I don't wanna dance with him. Can you pretend to be my boyfriend for a sec?" I asked quickly.

Surprise crossed Luke's face, and then the grin reappeared.

"Sure. Let's party, girlfriend." He took my hands and pulled me to the edge of the dancing crowd, so that we were still visible to Tall Cute Guy. 'Caribou Lou' by Tech N9NE started and Luke pulled me to him so that there wasn't an inch between our bodies. My face was burning. I hadn't been this close to any guy that I wasn't dating. Except Percy, that one time. Two times. Whatever. We moved as one, and Luke slid his hands around my waist to the small of my back, pressing me closer if possible. I wrapped my arms around his neck, telling myself that it was all for the sake of show. Luke pressed his forehead to mine and I locked my gaze with his. His eyes were steadily holding mine as he slowly dragged his hands from my back to my waist and up my sides. Goosebumps rose on my arms as he continued up, his fingers lightly tracing over my arms before he took my wrists and pulled them from around his neck.

I let out a shuddery breath when he put my hands on his chest. My vision blurred for a second. I had thrown back that Screwdriver pretty fast.

Whatever. It's just Luke. He's being pretty chill, pretending to be my boyfriend and all. I thought. I dared to peek to my right to see if Tall Cute Guy was still there. He was leaning on the counter, watching us sceptically. Shit.

"Is he staring?" Luke's voice floated next to my left ear.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Time for Plan B," he sighed, but there was a tinge of happiness in his voice. He pulled back a bit, a sly smile crossing his features. I stared at his face for a second.

"You're kind of pretty." I informed him before clapping a hand over my mouth in shock. He chuckled heartily.

"I return the compliment, but one hundred times over." He told me. "Ready for Plan B? I'm pretty sure that this'll work."

"Okay." I said hesitantly, trying to work out what the equivalent of 'kind of' would be times 100. Would it be 'Beautiful'? 'Gorgeous'? 'Ravishing'? 'Exquisite'? 'Stunning'?

"Trust me," Luke grinned again, the chorus of the song beginning. "I think you'll like it."

And with that, he lifted one hand, gently grasped the back of my head with one hand and pulled me into a kiss.

My first reaction was to push him away. And push him away fast. But my second reaction, to respond, quickly overrode my first at a rate that should have alarmed me.

He was a good kisser. That I can say for sure. He forced my mouth open but then gently took my bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. An inhuman moan came out of my throat, surprising me more than anything. It seemed to encourage him, though. He took my face in his hands and ran his tongue across my lip before letting it go. He kissed me again more fervently than before, his fingers grasping my hair. My own hands tightened in his blonde locks, pulling him to me. Our bodies continued the rhythmic grinding to the thumping music. I gasped for breath, taking in the humid, stuffy air around me. He moved his hands down this time, ending up at the small of my back again. He pushed forward so that my pelvis was aligned and moving perfectly with his. I felt my cheeks burn and I was about to pull away, but he kissed me hard and my resolve fell apart.

How long we continued like that, I have no idea. All I know is that one, I felt completely and utterly guilty as hell, and two (more alarmingly so), I liked kissing Luke.

Finally his lips left mine. I was out of breath and my lips felt slightly numb. I lifted my hand and touched my mouth, my eyes wide.

"I think it worked." Luke's voice was husky. I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Tall Cute Guy was walking away. Yep. I'm not worth the time. Me, the cheating, disgusting, whore of a girlfriend. I actually felt sick to my stomach.

"Yeah." I choked out. "Be back in a sec." And with that, I spun around and bolted to the bathroom. I flung the door open, surprising two girls reapplying their makeup. One poked herself in the eye with her mascara brush in surprise and cried out in pain. I threw open a stall door and fell to my knees. I clumsily locked the door and gripped the toilet bowl. That screwdriver was churning in my stomach and I felt nauseous. I thanked the gods above that my toilet was clean. I've seen some pretty nasty toilet bowls in my day. I put my head against the side of the bowl and took deep breaths, willing my stomach to calm down. I gagged a few times, but my popcorn and alcohol stayed put.

After a few minutes, I stood and shakily opened the stall door. I brushed at my knees and wobbled to the sinks. The two girls were just leaving, but not before staring at me pointedly to make note of the spastic girl who flew into bathrooms. I smiled, holding back random hysterical laughter as I saw one of the girls' bloodshot eye. Karma, bitch.

Hysterical. Am I hysterical? I just quite extensively made out with my boyfriend's best friend, who also has a girlfriend. I'm tired and kind of drunk and not thinking straight whatsoever. Maybe not hysterical. A little crazy, perhaps?

I regained my composure, fluffed up my hair, wiped the sweat and mascara streaks from my face and straightened my skirt. I drew in a long breath, let it out and marched back outside. Luke was standing near the washroom, arms crossed. When I stepped out, his worried face melted into a smile.

"Hey. Are you alright?" he asked, taking me by my shoulders.

"Fine." I nodded. "Just... my drinks made a small revolt against my stomach and I didn't really want to barf on you."

"Well that's good. As long as you're better now." He raised his eyebrow questioningly.

"Yeah." I croaked. "Fine."

"Okay. Well do you want to go dance again?" he said, but his tone implied that dancing wasn't the only thing he wanted to do again.

"I actually think that I have to get home. My mom's probably going to be pissed." I lied. I'd told mom that I was sleeping over at my new friend Thalia's house. I didn't have to be home. I just wanted to get out of here. The lighting was hurting my eyes, the music was hurting my head and I wanted to go cry.

"Oh. Okay. Well let's go find the others." Luke put his arm on my waist. I didn't push it off because then the questions would come and then the accusations and then the fighting and it would just take too much energy. As we walked, I was hyperaware of his hand sliding, barely, back and forth on my hip. It was probably because I was walking and whatever, but that doesn't mean that I can't be paranoid.

We found Grover and Juniper and they agreed that they wanted to go home too. Finding Thalia and Nico was easy enough. They hadn't moved much, except that Nico was practically on top of Thalia now.

"I'll go find Percy." I squeaked. I turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd, my eyes raking the crowd for Percy's shirt, his dark hair or his sea green eyes. Then I remembered that everyone's hair looked dark in this light, and you can't see the colour of people's eyes very well either. I searched for another five minutes before getting fed up. Just as I was pulling out my cell phone to call Percy, I saw him talking with Callie, over by the wall. I felt my heart jump and started to make my way over. He turned away from her and his face was flushed. I waved my hand above my head to get his attention. He saw me and came to me. I felt a rush of relief when I saw his face. I just wanted to feel him hold me and I didn't want him to ever let go.

"Annabeth." He hugged me and I gripped him. Tears formed in my eyes but I blinked them away. I caught Callie staring at us. She was leaning against the wall like it was her life support and was pushing stray hairs back from her face. I felt a spurt of jealousy but then shoved it away. I had just made out with her boyfriend. I should feel shame, not jealousy. God, this was messed up.

"I want to go." I whispered in Percy's ear.

"Me too." He sounded hoarse.

"Okay." I squeezed him again before letting go. I motioned to Callie to follow us and mouthed Luke. She nodded and pushed herself off the wall. She followed us as we weaved through the crowd. Finally, we were all together again.

"Time to go?" Grover asked.

"Time to go." I confirmed.

We filed out of the club and were waiting outside for taxis to pass when I heard a somewhat familiar voice sneer, "I don't think it's very fair that these ugly fucks get such hot girls." I turned and saw Tall Cute Guy, now Tall Menacing Scary Going-To-Beat-Us-Up Guy, with a group of six other large guys. They made a semi-circle around us and forced our group towards the shadowing side of the building. My heart was racing and adrenaline pumped through my veins.

What did I do?

Kick the nearest one in the balls and made a break for it.