Here's chapter 11! Like before I don't know how much I can thank everybody for reviewing, following, or favorite this story. Sorry the update is a little late, I just had a football game yesterday so I literally had a one day weekend. Whoo! Can't wait for competition season! (insert sarcasm)

As for concerns about the title, I did posted up a poll on my profile so everybody can please vote on the title and thank you on everybody's feedback on what the title should be. The choices are: Drum Captain Percy vs Guard Captain Annabeth, Love on the Marching Field, and All's fair in Love and Marching Band. So if anybody have extra time, I would really appreciate it if you guys would vote on your favorite title that suits this fanfic.

Lovebug109: Now way, you're in orchestra and guard too? Haha I was the orchestra dork in guard two years ago now I'm more like the guard captain in orchestra and I'm loving every second of it! I'm glad that you like this story and thanks!

The Avian-Olympian: Your cousin was a major? Cool! Yes BOA will be the competition they will be competing in. And I have lots of friends in chorus and drama too.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO, sadly...

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Percy's POV:

I never understood girls and I guess I never will. The most I've understood was back in middle school when I met Rachel. My heart still aches for her, but this time it wasn't the sting of being stabbed, not anymore. Odd…and speak of the devil, there she came from the corner of the hallway, while I was taking out my pad and sticks from my locker. Thanks to my luck, I happened to turn at the exact moment for us to lock eyes. I met her gaze, but I saw nothing in her eyes. They were cold, dark, even though her eyes were hazel green, and I knew that I lost her just like I did three years ago. However, I was fine with it. Weird… I only sighed in confusion and headed for the band building because it was time for another after school practice with Chase.

Walking to the building, there was a big crowding which was blocking my way to the entrance of the band room. They looked like they were having an awesome time and were really close. Drum line was never like this. Yes, we are friends and in the same section but we aren't that close to really connect with anything outside of drum line. The group was still a long distance away for me to clearly see their faces, but what caught my eye was a familiar speck of blonde. I stopped walking and my eyes widened in disbelief that it was the very own guard captain, with her guard, hanging out with my former friends. I must've looked like a fool but I figured what could possibly get any worse. It was just yesterday that the guard was the least favorite and least popular section in band, now they are actually talking to the drum major and several section leaders!

I told myself to ignore them because I was perfectly content in drum line, like the way it should be. I got to my senses and began walking again, closer and closer. My eyes involuntarily stayed on them. Grover was hopelessly flirting with the pixie girl while Nico was hitting on the rest. I chuckled because even to this day, their ignorance was still amusing. I tried my best to not look at Chase, but I couldn't help myself. She was dressed for practice as they all were, but for her, she was glowing with a sense of pride and it was obvious a mile away. For some reason, I wanted to rip that color guard pride right out of her, but I couldn't help but felt proud for her too. I was in deep shit with myself, stupid conflicting emotions!

I stopped just feet away from the doors of the band room. I was distraught, confused, and pissed off. Why? I don't know why, don't ask me. I hated being this confused with myself. I'm tired of everything; I'm tired of being stuck with nowhere to go. So what's a seaweed brain like me to do? The only thing that made sense at the moment …

I ran…

Annabeth's POV

Watching Jackson pass by us initiated a wave of guilt through me. He looked bothered, upset and I guess I knew why. He never wanted this to happen: the whole guard-band bonding, but it was happening, whether he liked it or not. As he passed he had his eyes on me melting every piece of me inside, but he somehow managed to ignore me completely too. Thalia kept on talking as I watched him made it to the front of the band room. Then, he stopped. Thalia asked me what I was looking at, but I was too busy worrying about seaweed brain that I didn't answer. She soon turned her head to Jackson. Eventually, everybody else turned their heads too. Jackson stood there like he was contemplating on something as he shook his head back and forth. Out of nowhere he raised his head and ran away. Millions of emotions ran through my body. I was, of course, shocked, surprised, confused, and angered at the fact that we were only five minutes away from practice and he dared to run off!

Thalia, Nico, and Grover must've felt the same way because they called his name, confused and worried. I stayed there. They came back, grabbed my hand and pulled me to the band room.

"Mr. D! Mr. D!" they shouted, and Mr. D appeared from his office.

"What?" he said frustrated at being disturbed.

"Percy, he, ran-"

"Out of nowhere, he's off-"

"This is stupid of him to do-"

"We need to find him, Mr. D-"

Everybody was ranting about what happened and Mr. D didn't look too happy.

"Quiet!" he told us. Then he looked at me. "Annabelle, explain what happened, rationally."

"Well, Jackson was walking to the room and he ran away out of nowhere," I explained him, still trying to figure it out.

"I see."

"Enough of this, Mr. D what are we going to do?" Thalia demanded.

"What else can we do, but to look for him," Mr. D stated the obvious.

Everybody else stayed quiet.

"He could be anywhere, this school is huge and the only places we know are this room and the field," Grover confessed.

"Well, that shouldn't be too hard right? If those two are the only places you guys know, then those are the only places Peter should know too." Mr. D said logically and it made absolute sense. Thalia, Nico, and Grover stayed quiet with guilt coming from their expressions. "And, besides all three of you were close with him once upon a band camp remember?" Mr. D smirked, hearing that statement made them even more upset and guilty.

"Why can't you make drum line look for him, Percy is their captain," Thalia fought back. It was obvious she didn't want to give up without a fight.

"Yes but it's drum line for gods' sake. The only thing they could do is carry a tempo," Mr. D chuckled. Mostly everybody agreed.

"But we are minutes away from practice with our first football game in days away," Thalia tried to say.

"Enough! Percy Jackson is crucial to this show for he is not only captain but a soloist with Ms. Chase. Now go find him!" Mr. D demanded. I have never seen somebody so red in my life but I stood there corrected.

Thalia, Nico, and Grover left the room unhappy and I dismissed the guard to go practice. Some of them looked confused and some just didn't seem to care. I was the last one in the room beside Mr. D, sort of confused and trying to gather my thoughts and silly feelings together.

"Yes, Annabelle?" he raised his eyebrow.

"N-nothing," I stuttered.

He sighed, "Whatever you need to say just say it to me now."

"It's just, why are you trying so hard to find Jackson if he doesn't want to be found in the first place?" I asked.

"Well, do you know that?"

"Know what sir?" He was making me so confused about my judgment, as if I wasn't confused enough already.

"Do you have actual proof that he doesn't want to be found?" he said slowly.

I blushed shamefully, "I do not."

"Then you have no proof that Peter does not want to be found," he stated. "Look, Annabelle, you should go look for him too," he suggested.

"Why should I?" I was tired of being bossed around.

"Because to be honest, you have a better judgment of a person than fastest here," Mr. D admitted.

I was shocked at what he said. I never suspected something like this coming from Mr. D. I wanted to believe what he said was true but Mr. D made me doubtful. Mr. D seemed to get bored and left to his office.

I turned around and left.

What the hell was he thinking?

I know nothing about Jackson. I'm pretty sure the drum line knows more about him than I, Thalia, Nico, and Grover combined do. He is their captain. However, what Mr. D said was true, every part of it.

I wasn't born a quitter and I'm not going to start now. So, I marched straight up to the drum line in search for their captain.

"Hey, there's the infamous guard captain. Hey, where are you hiding our captain huh?" Travis asked oblivious to the current situation.

I rolled my eyes, "He's missing you idiot and we need to find him."

"Yeah he's missing, nice joke," he laughed making the rest of the drum line laugh as well. I, for one, looked dead serious at him. Idiots, I thought. Travis shivered and froze. The drum line saw that and stopped laughing.

"Your captain ran off, missing, and all you guys are doing is horsing around?"

"Hey, what do you want us to do, princess? Its Perce we're talking about, he could be anywhere," Connor told me.

"Still, that's no excuse, now why don't you guys stop being obnoxious jerks and find your captain," I yelled to them and left. Not long after, they placed their drums down and went to look for their captain.

I smiled at my achievement but I wasn't satisfied. I had the strange feeling that I wanted to be the person that found Jackson, nobody else. I wanted to the first person Jackson sees as his finder. But how the hell am I supposed to do that? I shouldn't worry about him because he has around thirty people looking for him. He's fine on his own.

I groaned as this guilty conscience began eating my up inside. I knew I had to find him. I needed to know he was okay. I also needed to beat the crap out of him for having all of us skip a day of practice to just find his sorry ass. And most importantly, I needed to beat the crap out of him for making me worry about him so much.

Without realizing it, my mind was thinking of places he would be. Considering he has been in band his whole high school life, looking for him shouldn't be too difficult.

I ran to the field, but unfortunately I was beaten by half of the band who must've gotten the message. They were spread out across the field. Some were in the locker while others were in the stadium. I huffed knowing that this will be harder than it looked. I headed back to the room, but before I even made it I sat on a bench feeling defeated. Unfortunately, the amount of time I had with Jackson didn't help me a lot on knowing where he was hiding. Clearly, this place has to be significant, important. From what I learned about him, the band room was always there for him since elementary. So this is somewhere he had been under for the past three years, a place where he called home with a roof above his head.

A roof. I stood up and ran to where he was, feeling excited but also nervous. I got to the side of the building where there was a ladder that looked like it just had been lowered. I climbed on the ladder leading me to the top. The sun portrayed the perfect sunset and the weather was amazing as the season was transitioning to autumn, and overall this was the perfect hide away.

Right at the edge of the building was Jackson sitting on the roof of the band room watching the sunset peacefully.

I crept slowly and silently behind him, but that ultimately failed.

"Nice of you to find me," he said looking at the sunset through Manhattan.

"It was easier than it looked," I said teasing him as I sat down beside him. He looked sad.

"Then how come nobody else figured it out?" he said as a matter-of-fact.

"Because I have a better sense of judgment than everybody else," I smirked repeating Mr. D's words which I now finally understood.

Jackson chuckled at my choice of words.

"Yeah you got that right," he smirked turning his head to me and I looked up at him. Now he didn't seem so sad, good.

"You do know that you're wasting our practice time, right?"

"Yes I do, and don't worry we have plenty of time till Friday's game." The way he said it sounded so free, as if the game was nothing to worry about.

"Then you better not mess it up for us," I shoved him on the shoulder. Jackson exaggerated and acted if he was about to fall.

"Hey watch it, we're on a roof!" he yelled and I laughed.

"This is nice," I said as I looked out to Manhattan. The whole time I moved here, I never got a chance to go sight-seeing. I was stuck here at school, even on the weekends.

"Yeah it is, you ever got a chance to look around Manhattan since you've moved?" he asked as if he read my mind. I looked at him surprised.

"No I haven't sadly, been stuck here." I told him, a bit sad.

"Well it looks like you need a day to appreciate Manhattan's full beauty, by its very own trusty and good looking tour guide," Jackson said egotistically. I rolled my eyes and laughed and he began laughing too. Seeing him laugh so freely made me kind of guilty for being mad at him; we all needed a break from the drama …

"Thanks but I'm pretty sure that it'll have to wait until after competition season."

"Oh that's right, those damn Romans," he muttered, a bit of disappointment in his tone.

"But you have to promise after we get first place from the BOA championships that you'll show me Manhattan," I asked smiling.

Jackson looked at me and smiled too, "I promise."

At that moment, I did something really unexpected: I gave him a kiss on the cheek and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me during the hug. I pulled away later and Jackson was completely red. He wasn't the only one because my face was heating up too. That was so absolutely unexpected of me that I didn't know how to handle the aftermath after. And I hated not knowing what to do, so I turned away.

Jackson cleared his throat. I raised my head to look up to him. He made a gesture to go down and I nodded in response. Maybe it wasn't so bad. Jackson stood up and I took his hand leading me down to the band room where everybody else was waiting for us with multiple yet similarly shocked expressions.

Done! And I bet everybody was betting for them to kiss huh? Well that was what I was leading up to, but it took me a while back and forth between me and my friend, Dessert Maniac, on what they should do. So I decided a kiss cheek was the most appropriate at this time.

So please don't kill me...

BOA- Bands of America: its a national marching band competition

And sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors.

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