Love and Hate
Summary: Percy has a love/hate relationship. Percy/Annabeth.
Gods, I hate that bell.
I followed a crowd of teenagers up the stone steps of Goode High School. Most of them were excited about the start of a new year. Not me. All I wanted was for school to end, so I could go back to Camp Half Blood; I wanted to spar in the arena, drink blue Cherry Coke, and ride a Pegasus again.
Most of all, I wanted to see Annabeth.
"Good morning, Percy!" Paul Blofis, my history teacher -- not to mention my mom's boyfriend/soon-to-be-fiancée -- jarred my thoughts away from summer camp.
"Hey, Pa -- Mr. Blofis," I replied.
"Excited about starting high school?" He asked jovially.
I shrugged. "I guess." Not really. At all.
Paul laughed. "Well, you better get going before you're late --"
Gods, I hate that bell.
The whole class radiated tension, waiting for the dismissal bell. I fidgeted, tapping my feet and shifting impatiently. I couldn't wait until I could go back to camp. And see Annabeth again.
"Percy," Paul said warningly. I looked up. "It may be the last day of school, but I still expect you to pay attention." Never mind the fact that my ADHD made it hard for me to sit still under normal circumstances. "Please take notes on the video."
Paul believed in cramming every little bit of learning possible into the school year, but it was the last day of school, so he was taking it a little easier on us. We had to compare the video with the history that we learned during the school year.
I took out a piece of paper, and nearly burst out laughing at what we were watching. Disney's Hercules. Hercules was my favorite movie growing up (except for The Little Mermaid -- but don't tell anybody. It would ruin my image.), so I didn't have to take notes, but I put my pencil to the paper anyway, because Paul was watching me.
I lost myself in the movie, and floated absently through the class discussion.
Finally, we were in the home stretch. Five more minutes, and summer break would officially start. I was so busy watching the clock, that I didn't notice Paul standing next to my desk until he cleared his throat.
"Percy, may I see your notes?"
My notes? I remembered the assignment. "Well, I've already seen the movie --"
He gently tugged the paper out from under my arm. "What's this?"
I looked at the paper. "Um…" I willed the bell to ring, so that Paul wouldn't question me too vigorously on the Annabeth + Percy I'd doodled. In Ancient Greek. "It's, uh…"
"Is this Greek?" Paul looked surprised. I knew what he was thinking: 'No way this hyper-dyslexic kid knows Greek.' Well, maybe not those exact words, but I think you get the point. "How --"
Gods, I love that bell.
A/N: So, there have been a lot of people asking me to update or putting this on their story alerts, etc. I'm sorry, but as far as I know, this story is complete. That means, unless I suddenly get the burning desire to write more (and I might, but not right now), I won't be updating.
Also, to the anonymous reviewer Spiff: it's complete because I've shown the different ways Percy thinks about the school bell, which was the whole point of the story. I also think that Percy realizes how important half-blood secrecy is, so he wouldn't be doing something to draw suspicion to him (at least, not on purpose). Blurting out random facts about Hercules (or any of the gods/heros) would definitely do that. This takes place after the Battle of the Labyrinth, which means that Annabeth has kissed Percy, and now Percy is thinking about her, which means he returns her feelings, so yes, that is Percy/Annabeth.