A/N: Are people enjoying this? I know I am. Here's chapter 3!
Annabeth's last period class was Ancient Greek. She was told that they would be studying the culture in depth, and was warned against taking it because she was arriving so late in the year. She thought it would require the help of an Aphrodite child with the power of charm speak to convince the guidance counselor, but somehow, she convinced her that she would do just fine.
Walking in, Annabeth noticed that Percy was in this class. She was glad that she had at least one class with him, and it was the one that she didn't have any of her new friends in. Annabeth would never really be alone during the day.
"Hey, Seaweed Brain," she greeted as she sat in the vacant spot beside him.
"Hey, there, Wise Girl. I was beginning to think I would have no classes with you. Now I have more than one reason to look forward to this class," Percy replied happily.
The Ancient Greek teacher also taught Annabeth's AP cultures class, so she didn't have to go through introductions again.
When the lesson began, Annabeth was surprised with how few inaccuracies there were. It was impressive. The teacher, Mr. Alexander, seemed to know what he was talking about.
That say's lesson was about Apollo. Annabeth already knew everything there was to know about all of the gods, but she wanted to see what Mr. Alexander got right and wrong.
She and Percy shared a knowing look when he mentioned Apollo's oracle, but he did not mention how riddling prophecies from the oracle truly were, just that she could only tell the truth. Most of the students thought that this was awesome.
"Excuse me," Annabeth caught Mr. Alexander's attention, "weren't these truths awfully confusing for those receiving them?"
Of course, she already knew the answer. She and her friends had tried to de-riddle prophecies enough to give her many headaches.
"Annabeth is very right," Mr. Alexander said. "There actually is a story about a weary king who approached the oracle about a battle he was about to fight. The oracle told him that a great king would win the battle, and he was very happy about this, leaving the oracle many gifts. The king's men had lost the battle, and he was killed."
"But the oracle told him that he would win," protested one of the students.
Annabeth couldn't hold back her laugh.
"I think Annabeth would like to answer you," Mr. Alexander said with a smirk.
"I would," Annabeth replied. "Even though the oracle said that a great king would win, the king who went to her failed to think about the king he was going into battle with. He had died, causing the other king to win the battle. A great king did win."
"Very good, Annabeth," Mr. Alexander said, smiling. He continued on with the lesson, and Annabeth doodled in her notebook so it looked like she was taking notes. It didn't feel worth it to write down what she had been trained to know since the age of seven.
Mr. Alexander ended class early, and apparently decided to come over and talk to Annabeth.
"I was surprised when I saw that you were joining this class, Miss Chase. I don't normally let people join in the middle of the year because there's so much to look at. I know you got one answer right, but don't get cocky and just not take notes. My tests are hard, and your notes are all you have to prepare," he said. He wasn't being rude about it; It was more like he was concerned for Annabeth's final grade.
"Sir, I took this class because Greek mythology and culture are some of my biggest interests. I don't mean to disrespect you, but I already know more than any notes I could take in this class," Annabeth said calmly. She was expecting a detention, but instead she saw a mischievous grin on her teacher's face.
"Let's test you then, and we can put a wager on it. I'll give you the last test this class took, and if you get a perfect then I won't expect you to take notes and the class will have a pizza party this Friday. If you don't get a perfect, then you'll stay after school every day until you've completely caught up with the class which means taking notes," Mr. Alexander said.
He had caught the attention of the rest of the class, and Annabeth could see Percy silently telling her to take the deal.
"I do believe we have a deal," Annabeth said and they shook hands.
"Okay, Annabeth. I'll see you all tomorrow. While she's testing, you'll all be writing a paragraph on one of the Greek gods or goddesses of your choosing. For homework you'll have to do the research. Goodbye."
The bell rang, and Percy was leading Annabeth back towards her locker.
"Gods, Wise Girl, that was great. Mr. Alexander is such an awesome teacher. Anybody else probably would have kicked you out of lass for saying that stuff," Percy laughed.
"Nobody insults my knowledge on basically our entire life," Annabeth pointed out while grabbing the things she needed.
"Do you want me to walk you home? or Paul could drive you?" Percy offered.
"No, I'll be fine. You go home. Get to work on 'researching' Poseidon for your paragraph. Tell your mother I said 'hi,'" Annabeth replied.
"Fine. Be safe," Percy said and pecked her on the lips before jogging off to Paul's classroom. "I'll IM you later!"
Annabeth smiled at her Seaweed Brain before walking out of the school where she promptly ran into Jess.
"Hey, Annabeth! Which way are you heading?" she asked.
Annabeth gestured in the general direction of her and Malcolm's apartment.
"Cool! Me too! You don't mind walking together, do you?" Jess asked.
"Nope, not at all," Annabeth replied with a smile.
She recounted her story of what happened in Ancient Greek, and Jess couldn't stop laughing.
"Mr. Alexander is always doing something that surprises me. Are you going to study a lot tonight since you need a perfect?" Jess managed to say between her laughter.
"No," Annabeth scoffed, "I don't need to study. Why would I make the bet if I thought I would get anything less than 100%? Greek mythology is practically my life," Annabeth decided to laugh at her own joke later.
"I'm sure you're distantly related to Hercules or something," Jess joked.
If only you knew, Annabeth thought.
They reached a point where they needed to go their separate ways, and Annabeth spent the rest of her walk home in a nice, comfortable silence.
Did you like it? Mr. Alexander is written so awesomely in honor of my awesome cultures teacher. QOTD: what's the coolest/craziest thing your favorite teacher has ever done?
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