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With a smack the alarm sounded no more. The hand that had done so then rested on top of the, now cracked, alarm. The skin was tanned, and calloused in some places, leading to the thought of someone very athletic. Though the hand was delicate, soft and warm as well.

That hand led to a toned and tanned arm. The tanned girl, that owned said hand and arm, groaned as pushed herself up and set her feet to the floor. The hard wood was cold on her bare feet. Her whole room was always cold. That just meant she could bundle up in the blankets so she didn't mind, in fact she enjoyed it.

She yawned and stood up, scratching her bicep. Her old Matchbox20 T-shirt hung off her athletic frame, to loosely cover just under her hips. She wore a pair of boxer shorts, the usual type she slept in. The girl made her way to her bathroom-just across the hall from her room then shut the door behind her.

After a hot shower to wake herself up, where she avoided getting her hair wet, the girl wrapped a fuzzy grey towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom, into her room, then to her closet. She held her towel closed with one hand and looked for an outfit with the other.

The girl pulled out a pair of black shorts, a black tank top, and a grey crop top that said 'NERD' on it. After grabbing said clothes she dried off completely, in the bathroom, and got dress. She brushed out her unruly curls and fluffed them up. For makeup she did some light mascara and a light pink lip gloss, not being one to spend too much time on things like that.

After slipping on a pair of grey Converse she grabbed her owl-print backpack, then jogged down the stairs. She passed a small, round table with fake flowers in a black vase sitting there and a note placed next to it.

Sweetie. I'm going to be working late. So don't wait up. ~Love, Dad.

'Of course,' she thought. Her dad worked for a museum and had to study, then catalog, different artifacts. He loved the job. His daughter . . . not so much, she never got to see him anymore.

The girl rolled her grey eyes and headed out. Senior year . . . Nice. It was the final year of torture before she went to collage and got to leave all of the drama and weird shit high schoolers started.

Of course, there were a few good people. Thalia and Grover, her friends. Thalia was this punk chick that had been friends with her since she was seven. Grover was a nature activist who had become friends with her in sixth grade.

But really, they were the only two. She had friends from San Francisco, when she had visited her mom over the summer. Jason, Piper, Hazel and Frank. Now though, she could only text and call them for the past few years. Her mother had died in a car crash five years ago so she never went to California anymore.

The girl climbed into her grey VW bug and drove off. After ten minutes she was locking the door and heading up the steps to Goode High. She was making her way to her locker when something happened.

She was tackle-hugged from behind. "Annabeth!" Thalia shouted her name. "God! I missed you! This past weekend was hell!" Thalia pulled back enough so Annabeth could take her in.

Thalia wore her usual leather jacket and black pants. She had on a 'Death to Barbie' shirt today. Thalia's electric blue eyes were bright. Those eyes were the main sign that her and Jason were related. Jason and Thalia were separated by foster care after their mother's death. But they got in touch a few years ago and visited each other often.

"How so?" Annabeth asked strighening her top and starting to walk again.

"I had to deal with my foster dad thinking a family camping trip is what we needed. I had to do all the work while my foster mom and dad both sat on their asses. Oh! And their kids were running around tearing up the place!" Thalia ranted throwing her hands up in the air.

Annabeth chuckled and opened her locker. After shoving in her books and taking what she needed her and Thalia walked to class. They had history first.

The two girls sat towards the back due to seats being full, students to this class were always on time. Mr. Brunner started the lecture after the last student, a guy with black hair and in a blue hoodie, sat down.

"Today we will start learning about Ancient Greece." Mr. Brunner told them the basics of the mythology and culture. Annabeth took notes halfheartedly because she already knew most of this. Her mother was from Greece, her name was Athena, and had told Annabeth all about this stuff.

Thalia was actually paying attention because this kind of stuff had always interested her, in fact the topic was one of the things they bonded about right off the bat.

After that class Annabeth and Thalia split up for math and English. Thalia took the regular courses where as Annabeth took advanced.

Annabeth was walking down the hallway filled with other students when a hand shoved her shoulder. She was sent crashing into the lockers, oh how cliche. Annabeth grabbed her shoulder and gasped in shock, not so much pain. Her eyes flew up to meet a pair she knew so well, Luke's.

Luke was a senior with sandy blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He had a thin scar on his face from Annabeth's own nails. Of course, he told everyone it was an accident at home. Luke and Annabeth had dated but she left him when he tried to get in her pants. She had said no and he tried to force himself on her. Let's just say he learned she took judo classes.

Annabeth was in shock. She couldn't move. He was really going to do this right now? What!? Luke slammed his hand down by her head and leaned in. His smile was positively evil.

"What up hot stuff?" Luke purred. Annabeth recoiled but stayed frozen. "You reconsider my offer?" He reached up to touch her check when his hand was hit back and he got pushed away.

Annabeth stared at the scene in front of her. A boy with black hair and wearing a blue hoodie stood in front of her with his hands in his hoodie pockets. She couldn't see his face but his hair was an unruly black mess. The raven colored hair was the kind of tangled that you just wanted to run your fingers through.

The boy stood in a nonchalant manner but his feet were in a fighting stance Annabeth recognised. Just who the hell was he?

Luke pushed his way back and got in the boy's face. The boy was about an inch taller than Luke, so it was a little difficult for him. Luke was the typical jock; muscled and wide shouldered. Due to the hoodie Annabeth couldn't tell if the boy was even in shape.

"What do you think you're doing?" Luke growled.

"Stopping you. Though, I think once the lady is out of her shock she'll do just fine to kick your ass." He shrugged. The boy said it in such a casual tone.

"What?" Luke looked confused, it was quite a typical look to see on his face.

"I pushed you back, so she could understand what's happening and then kick your ass." The boy drew out his words like he was talking to a child. A few people from the slowly-building crowd chuckled or whooped at the insult.

Annabeth blinked out of her shock, glaring as she stormed her way to Luke. "You sick son of a bitch!" She growled and glared at him. "Get out of my face unless you want another scar, to match the last one I gave you." Annabeth felt her lip curl into a snarl as she raised her hand.

Luke could only scowl and walked away, pride wounded and ego faltering.

"Move along shitheads." A deep voice came from behind her. It was the boy from before and he had his arms crossed as he glared at the onlookers. When everyone started moving again he turned to her.

Annabeth felt her breath hitch, he was gorgeous. She wouldn't use that to describe someone, but with the mix of his tanned skin, sharp jaw line, straight nose, and angled brows, she had no other word for it. Yet his eyes were the real breath-taking thing though, different shades of sea green swirling together with flecks of blue to set it off.

"Annabeth, Annabeth Chase." Annabeth cleared up, biting the inside of her cheek to cool her heels a little. Hopefully she wasn't blushing too bad as she stuck her hand out for a hand shake.

He smiled , showing off white teeth in a lopsided grin that let you know he was probably up to something. "Percy, Percy Jackson." He shook her hand then bent down pulling her hand up to kiss her knuckles. "It was nice to meet you. And then threaten people with you." He winked and walked away.

Annabeth held her hand up to her chest and smiled. Then it came to her, how he hadn't really touched Luke expect to get him off her. He had let her take care of it.

What a nice guy.