Hello, I wanted to start this out by saying that Percy Jackson and the Olympians is the Property of Rick Riordan. Any character likeness is attributed to him and his work. This is the last chapter I'm uploading today. Again, I'm sorry that I've put up so much today.

Percy's POV:

"Oh my God" were the first words out of my mouth as soon as I was safely out of earshot of my mom and step-father. I knew that high school was a huge change but I had no idea that I would meet the most beautiful girl in the entire world.

Wait. What was that? Did I just think that Annabeth was beautiful? Can I think that if I've only know her for not even a day?

As all of these questions swirled around in my head like a hurricane (typhoon for my southern hemisphere readers ^.^ Love ya guys too). I managed to come to one realization that answered all of the questions that I had. That answer was that I would give it a month and get to know her, after that month, if I felt the same way, I would ask her on a date. Simple as that. I shared my plan with Thalia. Who had slipped me her phone number on a piece of paper before I turned and tried to walk home.

Thalia seemed to like my idea and said that regardless of how long it would take, Annabeth would say yes guaranteed. I asked her how she knew this and I got the response I was expecting.

"It's a girl thing," her text said. Nothing more, nothing less. That made me laugh. It was very fitting of Thalia, even in the short time that I knew her, I learned why Annabeth had become friends with her. Thalia would keep your secret, listen to your problems and maybe, just maybe solve your problem for you if it came down to it. I really didn't want her to resort to the last part with my situation. Just thinking about it makes me feel awkward thinking about how that situation would go.

That thought was interrupted by my mom, Sally, calling out that dinner was ready. I got up from my bed and made my way to the kitchen with only one thing on my mind. Her...Annabeth.

When I got to the table I saw him sitting there, Gabe, my good for nothing stepfather. Don't automatically jump to the conclusion that, "Oh Gabe can't be that bad teenagers overreact about their parents all the time." Gabe was an exception to this rule. My mom and I had bruises to prove it too.

Enough of that, it hurts just thinking about how he torments my mother and I. My mom had made lasagna for dinner. Over dinner we tried our best to make small talk with Gabe until he finished his dinner, got up and put his plate in the sink and walked away to do god knows what. After he left my Mom and I could talk about my day at school.

"How was school," she asked.

"It was fine," I responded, "I made a new friend."

"Ooh, what's his name," my Mom asked.

"Her name is Annabeth, and she lives across the street from us," I replied.

"My little boy is all grown up," she replied. "How do you know she lives across the street from us? Did you follow her home?"

Before she made the conversation any more awkward than it already was, I replied "her Mom drove the two of us home from school because it was raining."

"Ok," my mother replied, looking a lot less nervous than she had when she thought I was stalking a girl.

I looked at her and gave her a sheepish grin and asked her, "how on earth did you possibly think that I was stalking a girl?"

She laughed a little and said that it was nothing and that she just wanted to get the worst case scenario out of the way. We talked a little more about my classes and after dessert and doing the dishes, I finally went back to my room.

After closing the door and turning on Nirvana, I was finally able to think peacefully again. The first thing that came to mind was that I had given Annabeth the piece of paper with my phone number on it over three hours ago and I still haven't heard from her. Thoughts started rushing through my head, did I move too quickly, did something happen to her, did she loose the paper? I interrupted my own panic by realizing that I was panicking about a girl that I had just met not texting me. After calming down, and thinking more logically I came to the conclusion that maybe she's busy eating dinner, reading or doing something with her family.

I decided not to worry about it anymore and got up to get a book off my bookshelf. I settled for a book on Greek Mythology and got comfortable in my bed. I read for what seemed like ages about the Gods and heroes. I always loved the stories of the heroes like Perseus and Hercules and their acts of strength and courage that ensured that they would be remembered throughout history. I fell asleep reading about how Perseus had rescued Andromeda.

Later that night I had a dream. It was a reenactment of what I had read earlier about Perseus and Andromeda. Except it was Annabeth and I instead of Perseus and Andromeda.