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I wasn't known for my common sense.

I had always been a foolish airhead, but that was hardly my fault. I was the daughter of two rich models, who lacked in the intelligence department. They didn't need to be smart, they got by in life perfectly fine with only a pretty face and very few IQ points.

So when that message is what is drilled into your mind from a very young age, when you have parents like mine, who instead of teaching me numbers and painting and letters, teach me about posture and smiles and pretty dresses? You're not going to turn out as Albert Einstein.

I was practically destined to be stupid.

Yet I tried. When I arrived at high school, I realised that I didn't want to be dumb-as-board. I wanted to be more than just a pretty face. I tried to join clubs, but was rejected, due to lack of any intelligence. I guess lessons taught from a young age are the foundation of a child.

And when I told my parents that modelling wasn't really my thing, I was practically dead to them. Especially because of my perfect older sister, Hadley, who'd just scored some massive Victoria's Secret gig. They ignored me, like I'd never existed in the first place.

Yet through all of that, I kept striving to become something better, but it seemed that everyone had built an image of me, from my modelling days, and that image wasn't going to change, no matter what.

Contrary to popular beliefs, my popularity didn't make me immune to the words whispered about me. People who I'd not spoken to once in my life even agreed with the hateful comments.

Bitch, whore, slut. Doesn't care about anyone or anything. Treats everyone like scum.

The truth was, they didn't know me. A rumour started from my one true mistake led everyone into the wrong state of mind. They judged me without the right to do so. One mistake, and all the less popular people were hating on me.

I feel as if the meaning of the word popular has changed over time. Once upon a time, popular meant that you had a lot of friends. That usually meant that popular people were nice, kind and attracted those friends. Nowadays, it wasn't like that. People accused me of being a no good jerk who thought she was top shit just because she was popular. Yet, I only really talked to about six girls.

It was because of who I spoke to, the guys I'd 'hung out' with, that made me 'popular'. Bullshit, all of it.

They had no right to judge.

Then, he came along. Percy Jackson.

He was similar to me—lacking in working brain cells, popular, but always trying to do good. We became instant friends, I depended on him in a way that he didn't depend on me, because he was stronger than me, had better friends than me, was better than me.

Nine months and I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

Was I in love with him? Yes.

But he didn't love me, I knew that. He had a crush, strong, beautiful, independent, clever and perfect. Annabeth Chase was the epitome of perfect, she was the kind of person that I wanted to be, had tried to be, but couldn't possibly ever live up to.

I wasn't deluded, I hadn't attempted to plot Annabeth's death or steal Percy's attention. Everyone knew Percabeth was meant to be, and I was okay with that.

I was better than that.

Actually, I was encouraging their relationship. Gods knew that I never did and never would have a chance with a guy like Percy Jackson, especially when he was best friends with a girl like Annabeth Chase.

"So, operation Percabeth," I probed Silena.

Silena Beauregard was one of my favourite people in the universe. She was awesome, understand and very persuasive. How she managed to convince the teachers to let Percy, Annabeth, Grover, Beckendorf, the Stolls, Katie, Clarisse and I skive all of our classes today, I would never know. She had a gift, that girl.

We were sitting on beach discussing our plans to get Percy and Annabeth together, it was seriously necessary. The others were fooling around in the water, gathering a lot of attention from teenagers passing by—yeah, my friends were hot. Despite my feelingsfor Percy, I was going going to make Percabeth work.

"Those two are made for each other, Lina, but those two dumbasses are to oblivious to notice."

Silena made a face. "You sound like my mother."

"Your mom?" I asked, confused.

Silena waved a hand in dismissal, an expression that resembled panic settling on his perfectly sculpted features. I was as straight as a fireman's pole, but I could still appreciate a girl's looks. Of chicks couldn't, maybe those judgy bitches would shut the hell up a bit more often. "She's odd," Silena explained.

Clearly. Silena had turned out great, though, so hats off to her mother.

"But I agree with you, Percy and Annabeth are stupid when it comes to feelings."

I nodded. "What can we do?"

Silena grinned. "I have an idea, although, I have to say, I'm surprised at your contribution."

"Why?" Please don't know, please don't know, please don't know!

"Because you're in love with Percy," Silena told me, as if it was obvious. Well, shit.

"How did you—?"

I was cut off quickly. "Everyone knows," Silena explained. Then she screwed up her face. "Well, except Percy. He wouldn't notice if half the world world had a crush on him," with a moment of afterthought, she added, "well, half the world does have a crush on him, he doesn't realise it. That boy is about as observant as a rock."

I cringed at her answer, the colour draining from my face. "So Annabeth knows?" I whispered in horror.

Silena nodded, slowly. "Of course she does, she's Annabeth. She knows everything except for Percy's reciprocated feelings."

"Does she hate me?"

Silena shook her head. "No, of course not." At my incredulous expression, Silena sighed. "Look, Kora. A lot of girls have fallen in love with Percy Jackson. You haven't tried to make a move on him because of Annabeth, and Percy isn't even technically her boyfriend. She actually has a lot of respect for you."

I smiled, looking over at the water, where Annabeth was on Percy's back and he was looking up at her lovingly. Cute!

"I think we all do," Silena said quietly.

"Thank the Gods," I sighed in relief. "But please, never tell Percy. I'm in love with him, but I like how things are. If he knew, everything would be... Awkward. I don't want that."

Silena clapped her hands together. "I won't. Holy Zeus this plan better work. Watching them together has just been painful recently."

"Let's get this show on the road."

A/N: Part Two of Kora Quincy and Juliette Carol will be up soon. Thanks so, so much for reading this! I really appreciate it, and I definitely didn't expect all the reads and votes I've got.