Title: The Nerd and the Fuckboy
Genre: Percabeth AU
Word Count: 3104

Author's Note: ok hi this is only the first part theres probably gonna be more so don't worry but here's what we have for now so enjoy ;) also that picture is literally the heading of this in my google doc lol

WARNING: there is some suggestive writing in this one shot but there is no full-on smut. Read at your own risk.

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Annabeth woke up to the sound of her alarm clock blaring in her ear. She groaned, slamming it for the fifth time. Laying her head back on her pillow, she closed her eyes.

"Shit!" she yelped, shooting up in her bed. It was already 8:15 a.m., leaving her fifteen minutes before school started.

She stumbled out of bed and over to her closet, throwing off her t-shirt and pulling on a pair of jeans. Ruffling through her drawers, she grabbed a light yellow shirt and pulled it on over her head. She ran into the bathroom, brushing her teeth as fast as she could before grabbing her makeup bag and throwing it in her backpack. She figured she could put it on in school.

Running her fingers through her hair, she decided she would have to let her curls loose today. She grabbed her hoodie from the back of her chair and her Converse. Pulling on her shoes, still untied, she slung her bookbag over her shoulder. She swiped her phone and earbuds from her dresser before flying down the stairs.

Checking the time, she ran into the kitchen. 8:21 a.m. She was surprised that it had only taken her six minutes. She ran past her parents who were leisurely enjoying their breakfast at the kitchen table.

"Annabeth, come eat something," her mother insisted.

"Wish I had the time mom, I really need to get going or I'll be late." Annabeth grabbed a granola bar from the kitchen cabinet. Then she kissed her parents goodbye.

"Your lunch!" her father called just as she was out the door.

"Fuck me," she muttered, running back inside and grabbing the brown paper bag. It was already 8:25 a.m., meaning she had five minutes to run to school. Luckily, it wasn't too far, but still far enough that she would be tired. She ran out into the cold air, her heavy breaths coming out in white puffs as she ran.

"Sorry!" she yelled behind her constantly; she kept bumping into people passing on the street. At least she was getting a good workout. She finally made it to school, skipping steps up to the front doors. Of course, she had to slip on her way up, slamming her hand into the cold concrete and banging her knee.

"Fuck," she cursed. Looking up, she found a hand reaching out to her. Following the arm of that hand, she saw the familiar face of Jason Grace reaching out to her. Jason was among the popular crowd at Goode High, although Annabeth knew him from when they were young. His older sister Thalia was her best friend, meaning Jason often tagged along with them.

That was before Thalia went away to the military. It was all so long ago, when they hung out, but Jason and Annabeth checked in occasionally. Jason often offered her a seat at their lunch table, which also meant a chance to be popular, but she always declined. She couldn't imagine being apart of that crowd. She needed to keep up with her grades or her parents would probably kick her out.

"You alright, Anna?" It was a childhood nickname.

"Yeah, thanks Jason," she breathed. "I really gotta go though." Before she got a response, she ran into the school, her hand still throbbing. She checked her phone; it was 8:29 a.m. In the second that she watched it turn 8:30 a.m., she ran into her class. "I'm here," she announced, out of breath.

"Thank you for joining us Miss Chase. You're right on time, actually," Mr. Johnson checked his watch. "Take your seat."

Annabeth did as she was told, walking to the second row of desks in the middle of the classroom. She dropped her bookbag and sat down, trying to regulate her breathing as quietly as possible. People probably thought she had asthma by now. Pain still radiated through her hand, her wrist becoming swollen. She tried to ignore it, opting to take some of the Advil that she kept in her book bag later.

"I hope everyone did their homework, but at this point..." the teacher mumbled that last part. It was January, senior year, which meant it was basically senior spring. Not for Annabeth, however. They'd be getting their letters soon, but that didn't mean she could try any less hard at school. Her parents wouldn't be happy with that. "For those of you who did it, I'll be collecting it now on my desk,"

She pulled her papers from her book bag, noticing how her packet of papers was significantly thicker than the rest of her classmates. History happened to be her second favorite subject. Math took the first place spot. She decided to ignore the looks from her peers as she placed the assignment down.

"Beginning with today's lesson, turn to page 611," the teacher announced. "I want you all to start reading, using annotations—"

"Sorry I'm late." Mr. Johnson was suddenly interrupted. In the doorway of the classroom stood everyone's favorite bad boy; Percy Jackson. With his sea green eyes, and perfect trouble-maker smile, he was at the heart of almost every girl—and a few guys—at Goode High. Being tall, muscular, and captain of the swim team, everyone wanted something from him, and he knew it. Essentially, he was Goode High's very own fuckboy. Everyone wants a taste, and he's happy to let them try—but only when he's in the mood, of course.

Sure, Annabeth thought he was attractive, but it had never been this compulsive crush that she had had. She wasn't head over heels like nearly all of her peers. Quite frankly, she wanted nothing to do with him—he didn't care about school and was constantly starting trouble. She didn't have time for parties and crazy adventures. He was too immature for her—just about every guy her age was.

"Well, glad that you decided to show up today. I wish it had been on time, but alas, you seem to be running on your own schedule," Mr. Johnson sighed. "Detention after school today, Mr. Jackson."

Percy walked to the teacher, taking the slip from him as he rolled his eyes. Annabeth watched closely as he scanned the classroom. His eyes suddenly landed on her. His expression was careless and relaxed, yet his gaze felt so intense; it was as if he could see right through her. She hated the feeling. The corner of his mouth pulled up into a smirk. A shiver ran down her spine. He waltzed over to where she sat, taking the seat next to her. Annabeth swallowed, her tongue feeling like sandpaper. Although, she found that her underwear were the opposite. No—she couldn't think that way. That was not going to happen.

She ignored it and stared down at her textbook. She felt his gaze rake down her body, his green irises dancing with mischief. She glanced over, turning her head enough to see him, but not too much as to still be able to give him side eye. She tried to give him that obvious, mind your own business look, but his smirk only grew. Annabeth sighed through her nose and clenched her jaw, trying to focus on her work.

Percy kept staring at her, for the entire class. When it was finally over, she quickly got up and grabbed her things. Annabeth was naturally a fast walker—longer legs, wider strides—but now she hurried. However, her hopes of outrunning him were crushed, just like the projects on the wall beneath his hand next to her head. She stared at him with wide eyes as a sinking feeling opened in the pit of her stomach.

"I'm sorry, can I help you?" she asked, more so in a way of, get the fuck off of me. She tried to push past him but he placed his other arm on the wall near her waist. She was trapped.

"I think it's the other way around," his voice was deep, like it was designed to be naturally seductive. Annabeth was determined not to let him win whatever little game they were playing. She held a straight face. She also hated the attention on them in that hallway; it's hard to look away when Percy Jackson is causing a scene.

"There is nothing that I want from you, other than for you to leave me alone," she said bluntly. Annabeth had never had an issue with confrontation, and she found it odd how some people would rather sit back and watch their life fall apart instead of doing something about it.

"I know that you're trying really hard right now to push me away, but I can see right through you." He lowered his voice to nearly a whisper.

Annabeth prayed he didn't catch the split second of uneasiness that passed through her.
"I know that you're trying really hard right now to get in my pants, but it's not gonna happen." She mocked him, giving back the same small smile. She waited for him to give up and let her go.

"I don't give up easily. I can go all. Day. Long." He smirked, winking at her. She knew exactly what he was referring to, and she would be lying if she said she felt nothing at all.

"That's nice. How about with a bruised foot?"

"What?"

In the second that she had caught him off guard, she stomped on his toes, hard. He pushed off the wall, cursing and grabbing his foot. Then she turned and began speed-walking down the hallway to her locker. Annabeth felt his gaze on her back nearly the whole way down the hall. She walked even faster.

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Eighth period. The last of the day. It was odd for Annabeth to long for her home, yearning for that final bell to ring, but today was different. After what happened with Percy Jackson she felt like she needed a shower. To cleanse herself of him. She didn't know why what happened had bothered her so much; maybe it was because she wasn't used to the attention. Being a nerd, she usually just stuck to her books, and no one really bothered with her. She liked things this way. It was easier; less chaotic and without the usual drama that high school entails. Either way, she just wanted to get home and relax. Maybe she would take a nice bath. The pain in her hand had dulled a bit, although the Advil was wearing off. She would ice it at home. She was just glad it was her left hand; she could still write.

She was pulled from the world of her mind when Mrs. Politi started speaking. "Today we are going to be watching a video and taking notes. We will then be going over those notes in our next class. If you don't have the notes, that's an automatic C, so I suggest that you pay attention," she explained as she pulled up the video. Annabeth saw it would take the whole class; it was 45 minutes long. Maybe this was good; a distraction, something easy for her. She usually enjoyed a challenge, but once again; today was different.

Annabeth opened her notebook and got her pens and highlighters ready. Mrs. Politi turned off the lights and the video began playing and she gave her attention to the screen. But she had trouble focusing; her ADHD was kicking in. Her eyes snapped to the door when she heard footsteps.

Percy Jackson.

No one else seemed to pay him much attention, except for a few of the girls in the room. He walked to Mrs. Politi and she began speaking with him; a grave expression on her face. Percy nodded solemnly. Annabeth noticed his disappointment in that split second; his walls crumbled. What was that about?

Just as quickly as they fell, his walls were reassembled, and his facade was back on. He looked over the classroom, seemingly choosing a place to sit. His eyes landed on her. With a smirk, he walked to the middle of the classroom, taking the seat directly next to her. He really wasn't going to give up. She rolled her eyes. He moved his desk, scooting it as close to her as possible. So much for an easy class.

"So we meet again," he whispered. His voice was smooth and low. And really seductive. Annabeth clenched her jaw in order to rid the butterflies from her stomach. What was happening to her?

"Me stomping on your foot wasn't warning enough? Give up already. You're not going to win." She spoke with determination in her voice. Her stubbornness was shining through, and her persistence rarely failed her.

"Like I said before; I can go all day long. And I'm not giving up. You just need to realize that you do, in fact, want me." Part of her found that she did want him; but that was the hormonal, emotional, true-teenager part of her. It was usually outweighed by her common sense, logic, and right mind.

"No talking," Mrs. Politi warned, shooting them a glare.

Annabeth said nothing but instead gave Percy a steely stare of her own. It basically screamed, leave me alone. He turned and faced the screen again, watching the video with a bored expression. Annabeth carried on with her notes. She glanced over when he wasn't paying attention. She noticed how his hands fidgeted with a pen, and how his knee bobbed up and down; Annabeth did the same thing when she was thinking hard. People hated it. She wondered if he had ADHD like her. She realized how long and thick his eyelashes were; she was jealous. His jawline was so sharp it was almost ridiculous. And finally, his eyes. Annabeth watched the colors shine through his green irises; they were probably the most gorgeous thing about him. They were mesmerizing.

She caught herself staring and quickly looked away. Staring was rude, and she didn't want Percy to have the satisfaction of knowing she was examining him, and his stupid, beautiful face. She went back to her notes, her thick curly hair falling from behind her ear and creating almost a curtain between them. Maybe that was better. A few more minutes went by before Annabeth felt something in her hair.

Instinctively, she quickly brought up her left hand, swatting whatever it was away. She realized it was Percy's hand. He quickly flinched away and they stared at each other. She saw the shock in his eyes.

Annabeth's hand throbbed in pain from hitting him. She winced, grabbing it and gritting her teeth.

"What happened?" Percy asked.

"What the fuck was that?" she ignored his question.

"I got bored." He shrugged.

Annabeth might as well have had steam coming out of her ears. "Don't fucking touch me, I don't care that you're bored," she hissed.

"It's not my fault I have ADHD," he muttered. She was right. She felt like that played a small part in why he was a fuckboy.

"If I can control it, you can too." She grit her teeth, trying not to think about the pain in her hand. The bell finally rang; she didn't realize how long it had been. She packed up her things with one hand and stormed out of the classroom before Percy could bother her any more than he already had.

Annabeth got her things from her locker and walked out of the front doors to the parking lot. She began the walk back to her house.

When she finally arrived home, she walked into the kitchen, grabbing a snack. It seemed that her parents were still at work. She pulled her phone from her back pocket, checking her notifications. One of the alerts caught her eye. It was from Instagram.

percyxjackson has requested to follow you

She rolled her eyes, and left it alone. Of course, the one person she was looking to escape popped up on her phone. She finished her snack and headed upstairs. She threw her book bag next to her desk and walked into the bathroom, getting ready to take a bath.

Annabeth needed to relax, and hopefully it would help her wrist. She grabbed a towel and began running the water. She stripped off her clothes and tied up her hair. She grabbed one of the bath bombs she kept in her bathroom and put it on the side table next to the tub, as well as her phone. When the water was high and warm enough, she got in. It felt good as her muscles relaxed. She sighed. She grabbed her bath bomb and put it in the water. Orange fizz filled the tub as the citrus smell filled the bathroom. Annabeth relaxed for a few minutes before she decided to go on her phone.

She found herself wandering onto Instagram and to Percy's follow request. His account, of course, wasn't private like hers, so anyone could see it. Even her.

She clicked on his profile. Immediately, his feed showed up as well as his following; 10,457 people were following him. There was no way he knew all of them. She scrolled down to his pictures. It was mostly him and his friends, a few pictures of the beach, or the ocean. Annabeth clicked on one of the pictures of him at the beach. It was him standing on giant rocks, in nothing but his swim trunks, which Annabeth felt like he wore a little low. His toned chest and abs were visible, as well as his v-line.

Annabeth's eyes lingered over the photo; his windswept hair, his tan arms. She bit her lip. Part of her knew she should stop; it didn't matter how attractive he was. He was an asshole, and a player. But she would be lying if she said she wasn't turned on. Suddenly, her mind drifted to the thought of them in bed together, Percy on top of her with that stupid, sexy smirk.

Stop it! She reminded herself. She shut off her phone and put it down. "This is a relaxing time," she hummed to herself. She exhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves and rid her mind of Percy Jackson.

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