A/N: Hey guys! Back with the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJatO. Rick Riordan does.

Roommates – 2

You can probably imagine the horror Percy Jackson felt when he managed to knock his roommate—for the rest of the academic year—out cold in a matter of five seconds. He was pretty sure he was the only person who could manage to achieve such a thing (involuntarily of course!). This was just his dumb luck. He hoped that this girl would forgive him, or his whole freshman year at New University would be hell for sure.

After moping over his uncontrollable clumsiness, he dropped his bags off in the bedroom, taking in how organized it was.

Scratch that, his year was already going to be hell.

He could just tell that this was one of those academic-based students, the ones who did nothing but study, study, and study more. This girl was definitely that type, he could just feel it emanating from the way the room was set. His mind was already going to explode from the idea of it. What if she was one of those girls who actually made her bed, did her laundry, or worst of all the dishes? What if she made him do the dishes?

As these traumatic thoughts rushed through Percy's head, the girl on the floor groaned. Oh right. He probably should do something about that.

He picked her up with ease (she was fairly light) and placed her on the bed covered in owl print. He bet the owl print was some type of superstition that gave the girl her smart powers and stuff. The horror.

It was now, approximately five minutes later, that he actually got to look at his roommate. She was an average height, with that California-esque look. Her skin was a nice shade of tan and—from what he observed when he picked her up—smooth. Her hair fell perfectly in princess curls and went past her shoulders. In conclusion, she was very pretty. Percy ran his hand over his mouth casually, just to make sure he wasn't drooling.

So of course, Percy's roommate had to be a very pretty and organized girl who was extremely smart (from the looks of it). And as Percy's first impression, he had dropped a very large—and albeit, heavy—bag onto her head. Just great. He really hoped she wouldn't hate him for the rest of the year, 'cause that would kind of suck. A lot.

From the looks of it, though, she would probably hate him anyway because there was no way they could be more different. How did they decide this roommate system anyways?! At this point, Percy was seriously thinking about getting a room change. There was no way he was going to survive his first year of university with a, with a…smart person! It practically spelled disaster.

As Percy continued to fret over the horribleness that which is his life, he heard a loud knock at the door. Quickly, he glanced at the unconscious girl lying on her bed, just to make sure this wasn't just some stupid prank that he had fallen for. He seriously was hoping the girl would jump up, laugh, and say, "happy first day of being roommates, HAHAHA!" even though he was pretty sure that roommates didn't do that type of thing. At this point, he hoped for anything.

Of course, after a few seconds, nothing happened, and the girl still remained on her bed. Percy gave up and decided to answer the knocking at the door, making sure he wasn't carrying anything heavy that he could possibly drop on one of the other students attending NU.

He opened the door and was met face to face with a red Rasta cap. Literally. He looked down to see his best friend since the sixth grade, Grover Underwood, chewing a plastic fork. Grover had this weird tendency to chew random trash that you usually saw goats eating. It didn't really bother Percy unless it happened to choke Grover and then Percy would have to do the Heimlich on him. Thankfully that had only happened once.

"Hey G-man! Sups?" Percy asked.

"I was waiting for my roommate to show up, but it's been like two hours and they still haven't shown up. What if I get someone terrible?! Like Clarisse?!" He shuddered at the thought.

Clarisse was a bully that had been bothering Percy and Grover for years on end. Mainly because once they had drenched her with toilet water (long story short, it was an accident!) and she was the laughingstock for approximately a week. Whatever they did, they just couldn't avoid her. Somehow she was always where they were, beating the crap out of them whenever she got the chance. Rumor was she got accepted into NU, and Grover and I have been on her toes ever since.

"Don't worry dude, there is only a little chance that you'll get Clarisse as a roommate. I wouldn't worry about it too much," I said in attempt to be reassuring, but by the look on Grover's face, I could tell I wasn't doing a very good job.

He nodded half-heartedly. "Speaking of roommates, who is yours?" He peered through the opening of the door in an attempt to see.

Percy blocked the view. He didn't want Grover to know that he had knocked out his roommate. That would just add to the embarrassment of the whole thing. Instead he replied, "She's kind of asleep. I don't think we should bother her…"

Grover agreed and we decided to just chill and hang out around the building. School technically didn't start until Monday, which was two days away.

Annabeth woke up in her bed with a slight throbbing on the upper left part of her head. She couldn't quite remember when she had gotten into bed. She groaned and sat up, then went to the bathroom to wash her face.

In the bathroom, she took a handful of water and rubbed it over her face. When she rubbed it over the top part of her face, she felt a bump. What? When had she gotten a bump? Startled, she looked in the mirror.

Only to find a huge, disgustingly purple bump on the left side of her forehead.

She screamed.