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Author's note: Lemme see how fast I can finish this thing up.

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My eyes quickly skimmed over the girl. Her hair was bundled up in a bun, with two individual locks falling off, and grazing the sides of her face's left side. A unnatural scowl was present on her lips; which in every sense of the term, were dainty, as she looked me up and down. Her eyes, I noticed, were an uncommon shade of grey; giving a divinely ethereal charm to her face, complimenting her look, and blending with the soft color of her hair. Her skin had a little tan; which wasn't undoing, considering the fact that she'd come from San Francisco, and that added to her athletic sort of figure's charm.

As she completed her check-out, her eyed flitted to my face. I watched, as her scowl slowly morphed into the ghost of a smile. She tilted her head, pointing towards me.

"You're Percy-"

"-Jackson," I completed, "Yes."

She noticed that I'd been holding my hand out for quite some time, and then, blushing as she sensed the awkwardness, reached out. A quick shake of hands later, I smiled at her again.

"So, let's begin?"

"Yeah," she nodded, smiling, "Lead the way."

Ten minutes later, we were walking along the corridor which housed the staff room, the principal's office, and the vice-principal's office. Lined on the wall on the side opposite to the entrances of the various aforementioned rooms, were cabinets lined with trophies the school had won in the myriad sectors of activities it endorsed. The place was unusually quiet, in comparison with the various other places on the campus; the predominant reason being the fact that it was this place where the laziest and crankiest soul on the premises liked to stay in; and it didn't go without saying that Mr. D would yell the living daylights out of any idiot who actually dared to cause a hassle in said area [And then, obviously, get the student's name wrong; for example, Chuck Braveheart, became Dick Butthurt].

Off the corners of my eyes, I caught the blonde headed girl; Annabeth, looking at me.

I knitted my eyebrows, my right hand immediately rising to brush the non-existent dirt off my cheek, "What? Is there something crappy on my face?"

She shook her head, grinning, "Nah, I was just thinking about what Poseidon's son looked like."

Laughing, I scratched the back of my head with the hand I'd planted on my cheek not-too-long ago, "Ah, I don't really understand the thing people have about my dad being who he is and all," I shrugged, "However 'hot-meat' they might find him, I'll always think of him as a lazy dude, wearing teddy-bear boxers, and roaming about the sea side, making eye-sex to the beach."

Annabeth reddened, her eyes widening, "Th-that's a tad p-personal."

I shrugged, smirking at her.

"Yeah, that's a weird habit of mine," I laughed, waving a hand dismissively, "Hopefully, you'll get used to it though."

She chuckled, muttering something about boys being nuts under her breath.

A peaceful silence settled.

A couple of minutes later, they were standing in front of Room 17, which happened to be, as she was told, was the homeroom she'd been assigned. To her right, there was a sort of group of girls, who were just standing there, shamelessly swooning at, well, me I guess. She'd noticed them first, a few moments before, when, after passing by the physics laboratory, the aforementioned group had caught them together. A few hushed murmurs followed, during the course of which she'd pointed and asked me why they were giving us weird looks; as an answer to that, I'd panicked and told her to follow me, quickly trying to walk away. Unfortunately though, I guess it hadn't been of much use.

Annabeth looked at me again, "Fangirls, eh?"

An embarrassed laugh escaped me, and I resorted to scratching my head; again.

"Yeah. It gets a bit livid at times."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, completely unbelieving, "Uh huh."

Desperate to change the topic, I tried a fleeting questing that'd landed on my mind.

"You know anyone here?"

She shrugged.

"I guess. There's Silena, Juniper, and Tha-"

"Oh god!" I raised my eyebrows to their very extremes, and covering half my face with my right hand, closed my eyes.

"What?" I asked her say, uncertainty taking over her voice.

I opened my eyes again, and tilted my head a little; giving her a lopsided gaze, a grin forming on my lips.

"Thalia's my cousin sister."

Annabeth too, raised her eyebrows.

"Serious-"

Riiiiiiiiiiiiing.

I closed my eyes, shaking my head at the sudden sound of the bell. A moment later, I opened them to look at the girl in front of me; a weird sort of grin had begun to envelop her face.

Shaking all thoughts away for the time being, I decided to try and catch up with her later.

"Join me during break?"

She smiled, "Sure."

I knitted my eyebrows together, and open-mouthedly bit my tongue.

"I wanna apologize to you for something though, in advance, ya'know."

She gaze turned questioning.

"What?"

A half-hearted laugh reverberated through my throat.

"My friend-group might be a little tiring."

Thiiiiiird Chapter. Ohkay, some people are asking me to put the previous story back up; while others are asking me to go along with this. What do you'all want me to do? Tell me in your reviews.

~THA musIc GuY

Peace.