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just made one :)

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masterlist

fics

hookups + hangovers (percabeth)

Annabeth gets a little more than she bargained for on a Friday night, which leads to a very confusing Saturday morning.

colours (percabeth)

A story in colours as vivid as the love.

i love you too (percabeth)

Annabeth had always been an ‘I love you, too,” kind of person, but tonight she was going to take the leap. Annabeth makes the best mistake of her life.

highschool au (not complete)

Annabeth and Percy try to fight it, but something keeps pulling them together. (Basically every cliche on the planet.)

part 1   part 2   part 3

soulmate au

a world where you soulmate’s name is tattooed somewhere on your body.

percabeth

jiper

you know what to do (solangelo)

Will takes a stupid, stupid chance and it still manages to work out for the better

edits

phone aus

→ percy

→ annabeth

→ piper

→ jason

→ leo

→ hazel

→ frank

→ reyna

→ nico

→ will

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also i know this was forever ago but i can’t seem to write this one, if whoever sent this in (or anyone) wants they can message me and hopefully i’ll get some more inspiration? sorry it’s taking so long

Hey, I really love your work and was wondering if you could do a gender bent Percabeth fanfic and it in male Annabeth’s pov. Can it be based around the time Female Percy is missing in son of Neptune?

WOAH this is such a cool concept. I’ll work on it, hopefully I’ll have it up by the end of the week:)

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tbh all i need in life is headcanons/fic abt the vaguely referenced road/camping beach trip in every other one of those phone edits

i love this and i’m working on it!!

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who’s phone edit do you guys want next?

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phones → f r a n k z h a n g

[annabethj]

Hey, I really love your work and was wondering if you could do a gender bent Percabeth fanfic and it in male Annabeth’s pov. Can it be based around the time Female Percy is missing in son of Neptune?

WOAH this is such a cool concept. I’ll work on it, hopefully I’ll have it up by the end of the week:)

[annabethj]

1000 followers!

in celebration of 1000 followers I’ll be doing some phone edits again! I want to apologize for those of you who have been requesting them for so long but life’s kinda been kicking my ass lately. Requests are open, but I might take a while to get to them! love all of you! (also, if you want to request some writing feel free :))

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8 with solangelo?

8. “I’ve always wanted to walk up to a stranger, hand him a briefcase, and whisper, ‘You know what to do.’”

“Well….now you’ve done it.”

Will’d been sitting outside his dad’s office, patiently waiting for him to leave his meeting. His foot was tapping.

He knew it was annoying, but he just couldn’t help it. He wondered if anyone noticed. As he glanced around the room, his eyes fell upon a guy.

Well, not just any guy. This guy was hot.

Or handsome, or whatever. Dark hair surrounded him like a halo. He was sat on his phone in the lobby. Whoever he was waiting for must have been important, as he was wearing a dress shirt. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows.

In spite of himself, a grin fell across Will’s face.

Go talk to him, a voice in his head said.

Steeling his shoulders, he stood up. The briefcase he was supposed to give his father still sat in his hand.

The man looked up as Will’s footsteps clicked on the marble floors. He swore he could have fainted. This guy’s eyes were such a deep brown it made Will want to melt.

Coming to a stop, a smirk fell across his face as the stranger raked his eyes up and down Will’s body. Both of their cheeks began to glow red as they caught each other looking.

Neither knew what to say. An idea struck in Will’s mind, but he brushed it off quickly. It was a dumb idea, one that only worked in movies. A minute or two dragged on in silence. The man looked at Will one more time before returning to his screen.

Oh, who cares if it’s stupid? It’ll be fun!

“You know what to do,” he said as he held out his father’s briefcase. The look of confusion on the man’s face made him regret ever leaving his safe haven of coffee cups and plastic chairs.

“Uh,” the man stammered, but took the briefcase nonetheless. He looked up at Will again, eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry,” Will said. “That was stupid. I’ve just always wanted to walk up to a stranger, hand him a briefcase, and whisper, ‘You know what to do.’”

“Well….now you’ve done it.”

Will nodded and sat on the coffee table in front of the guy. He tried to overcome the impending sense of embarrassment as he wiped his palms on the pants.

“Will, come on!” He heard his dad say from behind him. Will whipped around, his face turning red again. His father was leaned against the wall, smirk on his face. “I’ll be in my office whenever you’re done here,” he winked and walked off.

Turning back to the stranger, he reached for the briefcase. From the office adjacent to them, a nasally voice called out “Nico?”

The guy stood up and began to put his phone in his back pocket. He came to a halt when he caught another look at Will and held out the phone for him.

“You know what to do,” he said, blushing heavily. Will was sure he’d never seen something so perfect in his life. He grabbed the phone and quickly typed in his information as Nico straightened his own tie.

Still red as a tomato, he snatched the phone back and hoarsely whispered “I’ll call you.” Clearing his throat, he turned and walked into the office.

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i love you too - percabeth

Annabeth had always been an ‘I love you too’ kind of person.

When she’d been a small girl and her dad kissed her on the forehead and pulled the blankets up to her chin. He said he loved her, and she said it back.

When her friend Thalia had hugged her tightly one day and told Annabeth she loved her, Annabeth repeated the words. Partly because she did, and partly because that was what she’d always done.

Each Christmas and Birthday gift came with a thank you from Annabeth. When the gift giver would say those three words to Annabeth, she would say four back.

And then she met Percy.

Well, she looked at him differently, anyways. She and Percy had known each other for a few years, but one day things changed.

Suddenly her heart began to beat out of her chest around him. Her life became a whirlwind of green eyes and crooked grins and strong arms and stupid jokes that she laughed at anyways and the smell of sea salt some days and chlorine on others and everything was going fast.

She was spinning, falling, and loving every second of it.

So obviously, when he asked her out, she said yes.

A few months later, Annabeth had it all planned out. A quaint picnic and some stargazing and then finally - finally - she’d tell him.

Things kept going wrong that night. She spilled her salad down the front of her shirt, and when Percy went in to kiss her their noses bumped awkwardly. It was as if she’d forgotten how to function around him, as if he hadn’t been the center of her world for so long.

Yet, she still had to do it. Annabeth had promised herself.

“I love you, too,” she blurted. It took a few seconds for her mistake to set in. Percy raised an eyebrow.

“I mean- I love you. Period. Not ‘I love you too,’ I don’t know why I said that. But, um, if you love me also then I guess it works out. But you don’t have to say it. I’ll still love you even if- I just mean it’s early I know but-“ she was cut off by a deep chuckle.

“Annabeth,” he smiled. She felt an arm snake around her waist and pull them closer. He leaned in close to her ear. “I love you, too.”

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percabeth - colours

Red. A binder Percy saw her holding on the first day of school. The colour of the lipstick she wore. It made Percy’s head spin. Strawberries that she always seemed to have in a container. After gym, her perfume bottle. Her package of gum that she took from half way through chemistry. The colour of the notebook she ripped a page from. Vibrant nails Percy saw as she gave him a note. Ink that she had written her phone number in, followed by the words ‘text me :)’ in her neat handwriting. The colour of his cheeks as she gave him a wink.

Orange. Flowers lined up in front of Annabeth’s house when Percy went to pick her up. The keychain she was holding as she walked with him down the driveway. Mixing of the day and night as the sun went down around them. Butter drenched popcorn sitting in an orange bucket. The package of the candy they bought, and the colour her tongue turned after picking out all the red and orange ones. Posters for the movie lined up outside theatre 6. The character she laughed at the hardest always seemed to be wearing it. Percy loved seeing her laugh.

Yellow. The colour the leaves were turning. Bills of the ducks she pointed out. The sun that was hidden behind clouds. Her sweater that Percy was sure had once been bright but was now pale and faded. The colour of her hair, though it was really more of a gold. Wheat fields they drove past often. If colours were feelings then Percy always felt yellow around Annabeth- warm and fuzzy, joyful and content. It was a colour that would seem hot, but it was a little chilly to Percy. Annabeth must have felt it too, because she held his hand to ‘keep her warm.’

Green. There wasn’t much anymore, but her favourite tree still had some leaves left. Percy hung upside down in that tree to make her laugh. The cool green of his eyes, the ones that made Annabeth melt into a puddle. She could stare into his eyes for hours. Grass licked up around her legs as she sat in it. A four-leaf clover she plucked from the ground and showed him. The salad they helped his mom make. Her favourite painting that hung in the living room. Textbooks that Percy broke open with a groan. Annabeth laughed, and so did he. Percy’s eyes and evergreen trees stayed the same as the rest of the green disappeared.

Blue. The sky, even as the seasons changed. Interlocked fingers as they walked through a snowstorm. New York City skylines. Gel pens that annoyed her when they smudged. A highlighter she loaned him. Skinny jeans with rips in the knees. Percy loved them. Blueberries she popped in her mouth handfuls at a time. The dress he picked out for her. It looked great. Her debit card that was swiped, the bag he carried for her. The ocean that Percy would’ve pulled her into if it hadn’t been so cold. A rundown little cabin in Montauk. His sweater he gave her one night when he saw her shivering. Percy was freezing. He didn’t care.

Purple. A scarf he bought her for Christmas. Neon lights that shone on New Year’s Eve. The spare hair band that was always on her wrist. Her umbrella that Percy usually held because he was taller. A book Annabeth recommended him. He wasn’t big on reading, but he loved seeing her so excited. She would read to him and pull her fingers through his hair. She loved it. A lost dog’s collar they saw. Her favourite kind of juice. The teddy bear he won for her at a fair. She smiled so much she thought her face would crack in half. Percy thought she looked gorgeous.

White. His breath on a cold night, years later. Napkins that sat on their laps in a restaurant that cost far too much. Floor tiles he saw as he kneeled. The shine of the ring he held towards her. Reflection from tears that brimmed her eyes when she said yes. Her dress she wore as her father walked her down the aisle. She was perfect. Their blinding smiles as they said their vows. Tissues his mom used to wipe away her tears. The flash of cameras as they shared their first dance. Cake that they cut. Planes they rode to their honeymoon. The walls of their first apartment. Annabeth and Percy were so irrevocably in love it almost hurt.

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chapter 3 - bio 20

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Biology 20 was kind of infamous. New kids transferred in all throughout the semester, because of how many credits it had. If you weren’t doing well in whatever class you were already in, wa bam, your teacher’s probably gonna suggest taking Bio 20.

Sadly, I didn’t exactly have the best grades. Math was hard, history put me to sleep, and English just hurt my brain- dyslexia wasn’t my friend. Needless to say, multiple of my teachers had suggested to take the class. Little did they know, I’d had to join within the first few months. Getting me to join Bio 20 was pretty pointless.

One thing I didn’t expect from the class was to see Annabeth in it. She walked in, fingers white, tightly clutched on her bag strap. Gnawing on her lip, she glanced nervously around the room. Being the new kid sucked, especially in a class of- I hated to say it- dumb kids. And since this was Annabeth freaking Chase in the flesh, standing in the Bio 20 doorway, I knew what everybody was thinking: What’s she here for?

I did my best to catch her eye, since my previous lab partner had just transferred out, but she always flitted right past me. I tried coughing to gain her attention, but still she stood. Crumpling paper loudly, whistling, I did everything. It seemed as if she was frozen in place. I knew the feeling.

“Annabeth,” I whispered. Connor Stoll glanced at me, and discretely began pointing in my direction. Of course, Annabeth made no point to prove she saw either. I whispered again, and this time a few people looked my way. I did his best to ignore it.

“Annabeth, come sit with me!” I said, louder than I had wanted to. Wincing slightly, I watched the scene in front of me unfold. Everybody started to whisper, and Annabeth turned red as she walked towards me. Great, I thought. Let the gossip begin.

“Shove over,” she told me. I did what she asked, and made room for her stuff on the table. I leaned forward on his elbow as she put her backpack again the table’s leg. When she finally turned her head, I had an eyebrow raised in silent question.

“I got kicked out of Latin because they figured out I already knew the language,” she muttered. I almost wanted to laugh (that sounded like her,) but could tell she was embarrassed. Her leg was fidgeting and she was twirling a pen between her fingers. A window had been left open this particular day. A light breeze ruffled Annabeth’s hair, unlight dusted her cheeks. When she turned her head, a lock of gold fell in front of her face. It took far too much of my willpower to not brush it behind her ear.

Realizing I was staring, I looked away. Up close, her blush had been even more intense. It went all the way down her neck, contrasting the blonde curls. I wondered just how low the blush had spread.

Shut up, Percy. No.

“Alright, so to catch you up…”

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Lunch that day should’ve been normal. Same table, same sandwich, same adorkable note from my mother ending with ‘xo!!’ and a few hearts. Something about that day was so indescribably different, though. It was as if the air had changed, there was something in the water. My heart was beating faster than normal. It was as if I was on a high, head so far in the clouds I didn’t care about all the things that normally mattered.

I thought I was being subtle. I really, really did. What had taken weeks for me to figure out was apparently immediately obvious to all of my friends.

“I know that dopey grin anywhere,” Jason said as he pushed his tray onto the table. I hadn’t even realized it. Now that I thought about it though, my cheeks were a little sore. “You’ve got a crush!” Jason sang. He wiggled his eyebrows and bit into his sandwich. The back of my neck burned as I blushed and rolled my eyes. Leo and  Grover trickled to the table over the next few minutes.

“Ooh, Percy! Who’s the lucky lady?” Leo asked within seconds of seeing me. How? How was this possible? Jason let out a loud laugh and slammed his palm on the cheap plastic table. Grover raised his eyebrows as he approached the table, and Nico and Frank glanced our way from the lunch line.  

“Nobody! I don’t have a crush! Shut up!” I snapped. Jason held his hands up in surrender. Grover slid onto the bench next to him. He stared at me for a minute or too, and then declared, “Oh, he definitely has a crush. Big one.”

Groaning, I threaded my fingers into my hair. Was it that obvious? It couldn’t be that obvious. But I couldn’t control myself. So what, her hair reminded me of sunshine and her eyes looked like storm clouds? And yeah, maybe at the camp grounds I had begged her to play for more reasons than just my team doing badly. Also, I totally was just being nice when I gave her my sweater and I definitely did not volunteer to wake her up on the bus. I also didn’t stare at her legs on the volleyball court that day, and I was just being a friendly guy by getting her to sit with me in bio.

Oh, who was I kidding? I was totally obvious. Miserably obvious. I rested my chin on the flat of my palm, and all my friends grinned at me.

“I do not have a crush,” I stated weakley, knowing full well that nobody would believe it.

“Sure. Can I be your wingman?” Jason asked delightedly. The guys all laughed. Finally giving in, I allowed the stupid grin to return to my face. Strong hands pushed on my shoulders. It was so impossible. How on earth would I have a chance with a girl like that? In the past few weeks, ever since that detention, I’d began noticing her more and more. Suddenly the whole room smelled of her shampoo when she walked in, and her laughter was the most important sound in the world. It took all of my willpower to not glance her way, because that would give it away for sure.

“If you can figure out who it is, you can be my wingman,” I said as I pushed away from the table. I made for the trashcan near Annabeth and her friends, throwing the crumpled up  paper bag in and cheering when it made it. My friends clapped and whistled. I turned right back around, not letting my gaze fall on Annabeth for even a second.

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Bio the next day was fun. I’d expected to lose all ability to talk around Annabeth, but I didn’t. Things with her were so easy, and it made my heart swell. Every time I got a little too creepy, I tried my best to tone it down for her sake. She smiled at me a lot whenever I said stupid things.

“What’s the difference between Mr. Harlow and the garbage?” I asked her at one point when the teacher had his back turned.

“What?” she whispered back, trying not to alert the teacher of our conversation.

“The garbage gets taken out once in awhile,” I finished with a smirk on my face. I didn’t hear her laugh, and it almost gave me a heart attack. Crap. Was it that bad of a joke? I thought she liked bad jokes! But when I looked her direction he was shaking her head and trying to cover up a smile. She jotted down what was on the board in her notebook and shoved my shoulder. I pretended to fall off the chair because it knew it would freak her out. She looked at me with wide eyes while I quietly laughed. This time, she hit my shoulder for real.

I rubbed my arm to make it seem like I was pretending it hurt. Except it did hurt. Quite a bit. Annabeth was stronger than I’d thought. And when she stuck her tongue out at me it made me smile.

I was so freaking screwed.

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chapter two - camping trip

part 2 of my multichapter percabeth fic! so sorry for the wait! I hope you guys enjoy!

part 1

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This is stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupid hot bus, stupid gross leather seats, stupid yelling teenagers. The bus made a quick stop, and I felt my stomach lurch with the nasty fast food the teachers had bought us. Even with both headphones in, my music was drowned out by yelled dares and obnoxious laughs. Literally every last one of my friends were riding the other bus, or somehow convinced their parents to let them stay home.

God, I wish.

Teachers at Goode had always complained about being in the middle of the city. So, once a year, they rounded up as many students as they could and shoved them all on a four hour bus drive to the middle of nowhere. And, just my luck, my step mother, Helen, thought it was a super good idea. You kids never go outside these days, blah blah blah.

Don’t get me wrong, I love camping. That’s not the issue here. My issue was the smell of sweat, and tuna fish from that one girl’s sandwich. Rubber bands getting shot up and down the aisle to hit people in the back of the neck when the leaned a certain way, and that dumb game where people yell increasingly inappropriate words at varying volumes until someone looks their way.

Stop thinking about it, I told myself. Just close your eyes.

And so I did.

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I assumed the bus had taken a sharp turn or something, causing the bags next to me to fall. By the time my eyes peeked open again, one arm was lodged between a few backpacks. Sitting up quickly, I scanned the seats in front of me for any sign of life. When I didn’t find any, I groaned and shifted, peeling my legs off the sticky chair. At the new angle, I could see a tan hand resting on my shoulder. Following it up, I was met with the cool and unmistakable green of Percy Jackson.

Just as any girl would tell you, Percy was hot. No other way to put it. I’d never quite been sure he was my type, though. Besides, when girls go after him, they almost always come back empty handed. I didn’t know if it was because he didn’t have time for a girl, or he simply didn’t realize they were hitting on him. Rumours go round every once in awhile that he’s gay, but they always get shut down fairly fast.

“Everyone elected me to come and wake you,” he chuckled. I tried my hardest not to yawn, but my mouth opened regardless. Holding out his hand, he helped me up.

“How long was I out?” I asked him, rubbing my eyes. Once I’d moved, he reached down and grabbed my sleeping bag, swinging my backpack over his shoulder.

“A while. You missed the announcement,” with that, dread bubbled in my stomach. I raised my eyebrow and gestured for him to go on. With a shake of his head, almost as if to say, oh, silly me, he began walking off the bus, pulling me behind him. “We aren’t allowed to visit the other campsite this year.”

Now I groaned for real. This was so stupid. I had to spend the next 48 hours with the people on my bus, nobody from the other one. Laughing, Percy said “Hey, am I really that bad?” and I grabbed my sleeping bag from under his arm, jogging lightly ahead of him. He grunted in surprise, and then sped up to keep up with me.  The soft breeze ruffled up his hair as he and I fell into step.

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“Come on,” he whined. “Join the game! You’re like, the best player here. We need you!” There wasn’t much to do at our campsite. Luckily, Percy’s friend Jason had brought a volleyball with him, and there was a net near the lake that some poor suckers left behind. According to both of them (and everyone within the general vicinity), it was an absolute shit show. Jason had played on a team in 8th grade, but other than that, the only experience people had was gym class.

As much as I tried to escape my fate, Percy was persistent. Eventually, I gave in. He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, then wrapping his fingers around my wrist. He pulled me along towards the edge of the lake, where the volleyball teams sat in the sand, disgruntled. A girl I vaguely recognized as Piper McLean sat up straighter as she saw me approaching.

“Thank god!” she cried, jumping up to high five Percy. It was like the team got a sudden burst of energy, all rising to their feet in excitement. Jason and his team tried to suppress their groans, but the louder Percy mocked them, the more they complained.

“This isn’t fair, she’s probably the best player in the whole school!” one guy from the opposing team cried as I got in ready position. I let a small smirk fall on my face.

“Yeah, and she’s on our team! Suck it up, Travis,” Percy called. He strolled up to the net for rock paper scissors, and waltzed back to the serve line without a care in the world. I’ll admit, his serve wasn’t the best I’ve seen, but it made it over the net. Jason bumped it, a girl named Reyna hit the ball with a quick set, and a senior I knew to be Charles Beckendorf spiked it over. You could see in his eyes, clear as day, he’d thought he’d won.

People always said ‘it was like slow motion.’ Except, I didn’t think that was true. The ball was still fast, I was still conscious of my surroundings. Instead of zeroing in on the ball, it was like I was hyper-aware of everything, from the smell of sea-salt from Percy next to me to the sand denting as I moved forwards. The silence that rang out after I called the ball. It was fast, but I was simply faster.

My team cheered as I hit the ball back up in the air, and I took extreme pleasure in the slacked jaw of Jason’s team.

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“Guys, I think I’ve discovered my calling,” Leo said as he handed me and Percy our s’mores. “I might be the best marshmallow roaster, like, ever.”

“Make me one!” Piper called, trying to tune a guitar. Her tongue stuck out in concentration. She turned a peg one way, but would turn it farther backwards once she saw the result on the crappy tuner. “I give up, this is impossible.” Percy made grabby hands, careful not to lift his precious guitar over the roaring fire. Expertly, he switched the pegs back and forth to make it in tune.

“I didn’t know you played,” I said. His cheeks turned a little red, but he nodded as he pulled a pick from the top of the strings. I wiped melted chocolate onto my jeans and leaned onto my elbow, slanted, as if to see him better. Quietly at first, he began to strum a soft melody, one that I’m sure everyone found very familiar. I grinned into my palm and motioned for him to get louder. Eyes rolled, but he did what I said.

“Here comes the sun, doo doo doo doo, here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.” His voice was soft and deep, smooth as silk. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I cursed myself. I held my hands out and played it off as if the red was from the fire. The song continued, and soon everyone was singing. Hell, so was I. I sounded awful next to Percy. He smiled at me when he heard me singing.

The rest of the night was full of campfire songs and more s’mores, stupid jokes and Percy’s giant hoodie sitting on my shoulders. I decided that maybe, Percy and his friends were actually pretty cool.

part 3 coming soon

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chapter one - detention

my multichapter percabeth highschool au! I’m super excited for this and I hope you guys like it! this story alternates between Percy and Annabeth’s point of view.

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“Can you guys shut up?” I asked for what felt like the thirtieth time that class. Of course, they didn’t. They never did. I saw Ms. Price raise a thin eyebrow at me from behind her clunky computer screen. Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I tried my hardest to continue my work. However, it was pretty difficult when I felt a rubber band hit the back of my neck. A small stinging pain washed over me, and I turned in my chair.

“Seriously, cut it out,” I called. Of course, that wasn’t what I wanted to say, but swearing in class would get me in a whole lot more trouble than I could afford.

“Jackson, stop talking! Last warning.” The grumpy old teacher snapped. I pursed my lips to keep from doing that stupid thing I always did. You know, open my mouth just a little too big and say or do something dumb? Yeah, kind of a Percy Jackson trademark at this point. In the corner of my ear- wait, that didn’t make any sense. Peripheral hearing? Was that a thing? Just out of earshot? In the back of my mind?

   Whatever, it didn’t matter. Very faintly, I could hear a couple snickers. Now, this pissed me off for several reasons. First of all, I was not having a good day. I’d burnt my eggs this morning and the coffee was bad, traffic made me 20 minutes late, I’d totally bombed my algebra test, Grover was sick, and they were threatening to kick me off the swim team if I didn’t get my grades up.

   Secondly, I knew exactly who was laughing at me, with their stupid little giggles and jabs and god I hated them. They never even got in trouble, either! Ms. Price thinks I’m bad, she should see these assholes. Except she did, and she never said a single god damn word, as they sat and ridiculed everyone around them. Mean, rude, and a bunch of other words that mean literally exactly the same thing. Clarisse La Rue, Drew Tanaka, Octavian Solace, and Ethan Nakamura were all my worst enemies, for obvious reasons.

   Anger boiled in my blood. Deep in my stomach, I felt little bits of rage coil up. I urged myself not to do anything, not to say anything. It wasn’t exactly working, though. Imagine putting a crap ton of magnets together in a container. Sure, they might stay apart for a few seconds, but eventually, magnetic pull brings them together. And once one snaps into place, another one follows, and another after that; before you know it, your magnets are one big blog that I like to refer to as a shit storm.

A fight was not something I could risk right now, especially since it would likely get me suspended. Trying and failing to keep my breathing steady, I pushed my pencil harder into my notebook. The paper tore, and the graphite broke. Gripping the pencil tightly, I felt the little coil in my stomach twisting tighter, and tighter, and the thing about twisting something as fragile as Percy Jackson’s temper is that it’s bound to break.

   Admittedly, I didn’t actually have a plan. They were all sitting way too far back to straight up punch, and I didn’t have anything to say, specifically. So, I did what anybody should do in a hard situation. Turning in my chair, I pulled a weird face, scrunched up my nose, and tilted my head back and forth to mock their laughs.

Ha. Suck it.

“Jackson!” Shit, I thought. “Get out of my classroom!” Not wanting to risk any more trouble, I did as I was told. Drew winked at me and waved like all bitchy girls did,  by wiggling their fingers and giggling. Groaning, I stuffed my notebook into my backpack. As I was doing my walk of shame out of the room, I got handed a pink detention slip. I could practically hear the snickers even down the hall.

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Not gonna lie, I was surprised to see her in detention. To my knowledge, she was a great student and a star on the volleyball team. Didn't seem like the type to end up in trouble, but I'm not here to judge. After all, I'm on first name basis with all the ladies in the office. Not that I'm a bad kid, I just don't get a lot of lucky breaks. Plus, my grades kinda suck, and I constantly ask how many more credits I'll need to graduate.

Annabeth and I should have been in the same crowd. I've never been sure why we weren't; we were both technically jocks. She'd never been the most popular girl in school, but she got along with everyone. A talent I wish I possessed. I'd talked to her a couple of times, just in passing. You know, 'how hard is the social test? What are we doing in gym? Is that writing assignment due today?' stuff like that.

She was pretty cool. Pretty, too, but that's a different matter. She sat towards the back of the room, her nose in a book. I thought about sitting as far from her as I could, so I didn't have to distract her, but she was the only other person in the room. Sliding into the seat next to her, I propped my bag against the table leg. I debated whether or not to talk to her.

I probably should, right? I mean, I can't just sit next to the girl and not say anything. That's weird. She's probably noticed me by now. I have to say something quick.

“What are you in for?” she asked me when I turned to say something. I turned towards her and leaned on the bar connecting my chair and table. “Ms. Price is a bitch,” I said simply. Annabeth grimaced and nodded along.  Golden princess curls fell in front of her face. Her shoulders shifted and I could tell she was about to turn away. “What about you?” I butted in as she reached for her earbuds. “I got caught selling my test for 20 bucks,” she answered, shaking her head. “What’d you need 20 bucks for?” “My drug habit,” she replied nonchalantly. My eyebrows crawled upwards. “I’m kidding, Percy,” laughing, she began sketching something in the corner of her notebook. “Shame,” I said, trying to start the conversation again. “I know a guy.”

For the rest of detention, we played games of tic tac toe and add-on.  She won most of them, but I still had a good time. We even found a little MadLibs pad under my desk. Tears were shed while trying to choke back our laughter. We got yelled at a couple times by the student teacher, but he eventually just gave up. I'd never noticed it before, but Annabeth had really grey eyes. I don't know what colour I thought they were, but I wasn't expecting that. She had some freckles, too.

One of our add-on games ended up being a pretty rude drawing of Ms. Price. Drawing a witch's broom wasn't my proudest moment, but it made Annabeth laugh pretty hard, so it was worth it. She poked my cheek and told me to lose the smirk. I thought it was more of a cheeky grin, personally.

I must've been lost in thought for a second because when I looked at my hand, there was a little flower in the middle of it.

"Don't tell me," I started, dreading the answer. Giggling slightly, she nodded and held up her thin black sharpie. I let out a groan and felt my head hit the cool plastic of the desk. When I raised my eyes again, her nose was back in her book, earbuds in. As always, I came unprepared, absolutely nothing to do. Reaching into my bag for something very specific, I grinned in triumph when I felt it.

A small ballpoint pen that somehow always washed off right when I wanted it to. If there was one lucky thing in my life, it was this pen. I pulled the cap off and began to doodle on my hand. It started off with one flower, next to hers. You could definitely tell who drew what. My lines were shaky, and my petals didn't line up perfectly. In frustration, I began to draw another one.

Soon enough, a whole field of flowers was littered across my hand. I realized what I had done and licked my thumb, quickly trying to wipe it off. Of course, the one time I did something embarrassing I was near a pretty girl, the stupid ink didn't come off. I let out a shaky breath.

Annabeth must have heard my panic because she yanked out her earbud and looked at me, eyebrow cocked. When she saw my hand she grinned and poked my bicep repeatedly. Clinging onto whatever hope I had left with this girl, I hid my face in laughter. She let out a shrill 'Awwww!! Percy has feelings!'

Annabeth was… something else. Witty, chill, a laugh that sounds like a bell… I shook my head. I could not afford to go down this road right now. Once she'd quit poking me, I squared my shoulders away from the girl to my right and let her read in peace.

part 2 

[annabethj]

what would you guys think of a multi chapter percabeth highschool au??

[annabethj]

phones → w i l l s o l a c e 

[annabethj]

phones → r e y n a r a m i r e z a r e l l a n o