HIhi! Had a pretty lousy(shitty) these past few days during band camp from a close friend of mine so I'm kinda an emotional wreck so I thought to cheer myself up by updating and receiving your fantabulous reviews!

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Annabeth's POV

I couldn't believe this; this can't be happening. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself I knew, even though I didn't want to admit it, I knew that it was happening because a lot of things happened today that I couldn't believe either. First of all, Jackson actually showed up to dance practice. I thought for one hundred percent that he'd bail out, leaving me to face the wrath of Mr. D. And it would be an understatement to say I was absolutely stunned when I saw him in the band room waiting...for me...well to dance of course. Even with that last correction, I still didn't fail to make my stomach do gymnastics again. Like always, I ignored them because it was too good to be true.

I looked up to see Jackson still staring at the door of the uniform room like a seaweed brain he was probably hoping that it would magically open. I couldn't blame him for staring because it was our only escape but, of course, like I would ever tell him that.

I was standing behind him from across the room now looking at he ground because I didn't dare to look up again and risk my chances on getting awestruck with his eyes. Instead, I used the time to look around at the said to be infamous uniform room. From what I heard from Thalia and most of the colorguard, a lot of drama happened in here. What kind of drama? I don't know but surprisingly for once thanks to the look the guard gave me when I asked I don't think I want to know.

The room was big, even bigger than my old band's uniform room. The walls were plain white with layers of shelves built on all sides of the room. The black, red, and gold marching uniforms were neatly hung on the racks below the shelves according to sections. Below the uniforms were boxes labeled decorations and supplies. It was surprisingly neat for a uniform room.

My thoughts were interrupted when someone awkwardly cleared their throat. Although, I already know who it was thanks to the little situation we were stuck in, I still refused to acknowledge that we were in this mess. I looked up to see he was now facing me. Adrenaline rushed through me and I suddenly had the feeling to beat the crap out of him for bringing me into this mess, but the common sense side of me knew it wouldn't solve anything. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. I just glared at him and crossed my arms.

Awkward silence crept in. For once, I was clueless on what to say. Probably because I have never been in this situation before that I was stuck inside a uniform room with my number one enemy for maybe the whole weekend. Gods my life sucks.

"Soo..." he began. Our eyes met. I had to use all of my strength in my body to prevent myself from melting.

I just shrugged in response. I didn't how to respond to his ambiguous comment. It really pissed me off that I was this speechless.

"This is ridiculous, if Mr. D is expecting us to make up than he is obviously stupid!" I yelled frustratingly.

Jackson gave a deep chuckle. "Couldn't agree more." Wait... did we just agreed on something? He seemed to have noticed it too because his eyes widened in shock and looked away, but not before me seeing a hint of pink on his cheeks.

The awkward silence crept back.

I realized that maybe its so awkward between us because whenever we are near, we are always at each other's throats. Well except today of course during the solo. When we had to dance with each other, I felt a strange and unpredictable spark when he held me. Throughout the practice, more sparks came and fortunately went before i got too comfortable with them. I didn't realized I was smiling until Jackson got a little too nosey.

"Why are you smiling?" He raised his eyebrows. I immediately changed my expression. Percy saw that and he frowned...? I must have imagined that or something.

" Why did you stopped smiling?" His facial expression was calm and and filled with curiosity.

"I don't know, I though you didn't want me to smile," I blurted out.

"But...I like it when you smile," He said innocently. The way he said it easily melted my heart. I looked at him stunned and speechless again. His radiating sea green orbs were glistening with sincerity like he actually meant it and...something else...adoration? He was looking straight into my soul and for a second I was about to forget about all of the guard and drumline drama happening in this messed up band and only focus that I was in alone in a small, compacted, locked up uniform room with my potential crush.

The little friendly moment we had turned raw and awkward soon. Except this time it was a thousand times more awkward and uncomfortable. Well, of course we never had a moment like this before too.

"Um thanks."

"No problem," He sighed. "Look if we want to get out of this hell hole as fast as possible, I guess we'd have to start talking."

I cocked an eyebrow at him as if giving him the message, Really?

"Yeah I'm serious. For an hour or two we'll push away the thought that you're in guard," He flinched as if saying that word hurt him. "And I'm in drumline, okay?" He looked down at his watch. "There's an hour of practice left to when they come back and pack up for the weekend. When the band and Mr. D see that we are the best of friends, Mr. D have to let us leave.

I though about it, a bit shock.

"Are you sure? Mr. D looked like he can't be fooled easily," I told him in disbelief.

"Don't worry about him, he's easily fooled. The Stolls always sneak in an hour late for call time."

"Hmm...not a bad idea for you know a seaweed brain," I smirked at him. He eyed me with a glint mischievousness. The look that I can't trust the most.

"You know I expected a wise girl like you to be coming up with the plan," he mimicked my smirk.

"Shut up seaweed brain." I crossed my arms.

"Wait, there isn't any secret eavesdropping vents in here that I need to know right?" I looked around the entire room. I remembered what Nico and Thalia said that Mr. D's room had a vent leading to the band room that the bandos use to eavesdrop on Mr. D. I hoped there was not one in this room because the last thing I need is for the band to spoil our plan on getting our of here and listening to Jackson and I "getting along".

"Relax, there isn't any vents in here like that," Jackson told me and put his hands on my shoulder to calm me down. The tough sent instant sparks down my spine. It felt weird being this close to him again even though we've been closer before. He was looking at me until he dropped his hands to his sides. I could feel the awkwardness coming back.

"Are you sure? I don't want any stupid bandos listening to us." I put my hands on my hips.

"Yes Chase, I'm sure and besides how do you even know about that?"

"You'd be surprised how much I learned in two days," I smiled. Jackson smiled too and that brought me back to what he said earlier about my smile. I tried to hide my blush which was growing on my cheeks. Jackson muttered something but I couldn't catch it. I was curious to know what he said.

"How long has it been?" I asked him changing the subject. I would check my phone but I unfortunately left it outside with my bag.

"It's only been thirty minutes," he sighed.

"Great and he expects us to stay in here for a whole fricken weekend." I threw my arms in the air absolutely frustrated on how slow time is. I would do anything right now to hold a flag and be with the colorguard, my old colorguard. Here, the team is split up between the sluts and outsiders. The outsiders actually support me on being their captain while the sluts just slows us down. After two days I felt like we took one step forward and two steps back. And I don't even know why they are in guard in the first place. Well, I guess I kind of do because I'm looking at the reason right now.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Jackson asked.

"Why would I look at you?" I was now staring at the ground.

"Right..." he trailed.

"I'm serious Jackson, I wasn't staring at you." I lied and badly too I must say.

"You're a little stubborn aren't you Chase?" He laughed.

"Shut up Chase and yes I am stubborn," I laughed with him too.

Are we actually getting along? I thought. "Yeah, I guess we are," Jackson said. I snapped my head up to him. I took me a while to realize that I just said that out loud.

"Um what time is it now?" I asked to change the subject.

"We have fifteen minutes left. So, I guess we should start um..." He was rubbing his neck with his hand.

"Yeah we should sit down or something..." Trying to act like friends is even more awkward than not being friends at all. I sat down first to avoid any awkwardness again and Jackson followed.

A couple of minutes passed.

"Mr. D better hurry. It sucks that I missed so much practice today," Jackson mumbled.

"Yeah I'm worried on how the guard did."

"Its only guard I'm more worried about drumline," he snapped.

"Only guard? You don't even know half of what we do so you better shut up."

"Why the hell are you telling me to shut up for? I was just telling the truth." We were back to staring at one another now.

"That the guard is worthless? What we do doesn't even compare to what the drumline or the band does!" I screamed at him.

"Oh please, all you do is prance around twirling a flag. We have to put on a heavy drum and march," he tried to debate. Oh please...

"Like I said what you do isn't even half of the guard does," I smart talked back at him.

"Look Chase-" We heard keys outside the room. The stupid argument made us forget all about our plan on getting out of here. Jackson and I looked at the door then at each other. I was still pissed off at him but there was nothing to do. All of a sudden Jackson grabbed my hands and put them on his lap. I was stunned and raised my eyebrows. He just looked at me like he did nothing wrong and kept on holding my hands. The warmth he was sending was addicting and I couldn't get enough of it. I felt my heart raced and we kept on looking at each other not daring to turn to the door.

The doorknob turned and it opened. Standing outside was Mr. D and Aphrodite, but I was curious to why Thalia, Nico and Grover were there too. The rest of the band probably already went home. Mr. D was nodding about something thoughtfully, he was hard to read but I could tell he didn't believe this one bit. Aphrodite, oh gods, she looked thrilled that Jackson was holding my hand. I could tell she was trying to hold herself from jumping up and down. Thalia, Nico, and Grover looked confused, but amused at the position Jackson and I were in.

"Hello you two, are you guys getting along?" Mr. D asked us.

"Great just great we are getting along just fine that I think we are ready to go now," Jackson said. Oh great how obvious can he get?

"Is that so? Then that means you guys should know a lot about each other if you're ready to leave, right?" He asked us skeptically. Jackson and I looked at each other and I knew what he was thinking. We had to know more about each other?

"Um, yes...that is right we are good friends now," Jackson said skeptically. I just nodded with him.

"If you two are such good friends then how come you're holding each others' hands." He smirked.

Crap. Why are we still holding hands? I looked down at them and my hands were tangled up with his. Jackson released me and we turned our heads away. I felt my face heating up like crazy.

Thalia, Nico, and Grover burst in laughter. "Give it up Kelp Head and Annabeth, we all know that you guys are faking it." They kept laughing. I sighed in relief that I could stop the whole charade.

"But how?" Jackson was clueless.

"We heard you guys yelling at each other really loud I must say from outside the door," Grover explained.

"The room isn't sound proof remember? So whole band heard your little outburst," Thalia added.

"Are you serious? Okay that's it, Mr. D let us go now. I can't stand it in here, I'm loosing air, its cold in here, and I can't stand being in the same room with a TWIRLER!" Jackson yelled to Mr. D. I for one was pissed. Was that really how he felt?

"You know what? I don't want to be in here either. I don't want to stuck in here with a cocky, stuck up, know it all, useless DRUMMER BOY!" I told him. He turned back to me, he was furious and so was I. I can't believe that I thought we were actually getting along. Then, he goes and stabs me in the back. But why am I so hurt about this? We aren't even friends. We were just in the same band that were chosen to be in the same stupid solo. That's all we were band mates.

"Well, clearly you guys still have some issues to deal with and it looks like it won't be solved anytime soon. I kind of suspected this anyway so I already called your parents and they brought you guys your stuff and sleeping bags. I will be checking up you two tomorrow in the afternoon so be good and I'll be back in an hour with food." Mr. D informed us and dropped our stuff. I should have known he wasn't easily fooled, but Jackson begged to differ.

Mr. D was about to close the door until I begged him, "Wait, please Mr. D what do you want from us? What do you want us to do?"

He seemed to though long and hard about the question. "All I want is for there to be peace in the band. Peace between the guard and drumline. That is why you guys are here. You both represent the two groups, you both are part of the Demigod Marchers, so if there is peace and you guys get along, your senior year and last marching show will be the best god damn show of your life." With that last comment, he closed the door.

I felt like a failure. I looked back to Jackson and he turned to me. Everything that we were holding was out in the open now and there was no way to take back what we said. He just shrugged and went to take his stuff to put near the door. I did the same and dropped it on the other side. There was an invisible line drawn in the middle of the room now even if we didn't realized it before. I laid out my sleeping bag and prepared myself for the weekend of my life.

That's it for this chapter! It took me longer to write it than I thought.

Any ideas on how they should spend their weekend together? Did you guys like the Percabeth?

Oh and "bandos" or " guardos" is a term to call somebody in band or colorguard. That's what my band uses. Does other marching bands use the same or different?

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