(A/N) I just felt like doing something new. I really shouldn't be posting this, to be honest. I think I have five stories going on now that I'm starting this one, plus I'm uploading random oneshots. I've had this one idea for a oneshot for about three months and I still haven't uploaded yet! Anyway, I hope this isn't particularly cliché, I haven't read too much on this fandom yet, but what I have read I don't recall seeing something like this. Time to put an end to this ridiculously long AN…
Everyone was talking about the hot new guy. Annabeth was having a great day until she came to school and had to deal with her ridiculous classmates. Annabeth rolls her eyes and murmurs to no one in particular, "Do you have no self respect? He's just another person who's probably a total jerk." All the cute guys were.
One girl turns around with her hands on her hips and brown hair flying as she demands, "Excuse me?"
Annabeth laughs internally. The girl looked like she was ready to start snapping her fingers and waggling her head. She always thought girls like that did that looked a bit like chickens. "I was just wondering why everyone's freaking out," She says in a patronizing tone.
The brunette named Shelly sighs and makes a tsk-ing noise. "You wouldn't understand, no offense. I mean, have you even had a boyfriend?"
"Does it matter? I don't need to have a boyfriend to know that he's not that great for everyone to start flipping out." Annabeth says hotly, her face flushing a bit in embarrassment.
The brunette laughs meanly before shouting loudly, "Annabeth's never had a boyfriend!" She lowers her voice and whispers menacingly, "That's what you get for messing with me."
"I didn't even do anything!" the curly haired girl protests hotly. She grimaces to herself before sinking low in her seat as people started whispering mean things about her. Not that she cares.
A boy walks into the room and instantly the whispering switches to a new, much more fascinating topic. "OMG, I wonder if he has a boyfriend." Annabeth winced as the girls continued to talk in texting lingo even though they were clearly having a face to face conversation.
Annabeth notices that he is actually pretty good looking. But he's definitely not good looking enough for everyone to act this way. I hate the way everyone at our school acts sometimes.
She is normally a very nice girl, usually quite charming. When she's happy, she's one of the most fun people to be around. That is, if you try to understand her. A lot of people don't usually get to see this side to her because she doesn't get along well with the people she's around. Her few friends only have lunch with her because she's in honors classes.
Annabeth is pretty mature for her age. She talks like she's far more wise than most adults and she doesn't have time for silly high school drama. She's usually a little bit too busy designing architecture worthy of her idol, the great Daedalus from Greek mythology. Needless to say, no one in this class relates to her and they all think Annabeth is a freak.
Well, everyone except the new boy. The first thing he notices when he walks through the door is the girl with blonde hair and blue eyes sitting in the front who picks up her gaze from her book and sizes him up the instant he walks in the room. Then her gaze flits away, and the boy is curious. "Hey," he says with false confidence. He's actually pretty self-conscious because all he can think about are his many flaws. He always gets that way when he talks to pretty girls. Especially the ones that are smart too.
She narrows her eyes and she sizes him up again before snapping her head in the opposite direction. The boy blinks in confusion. He hadn't done anything wrong, had he? "I feel the love." He says teasingly, hoping to make her smile.
She doesn't think it's very amusing. She turns back to him slowly and says as though she's talking with an idiot, "Glad to know you know how to read me well enough to capture the passion I feel for you." She smiles wryly, and she knows it's clear she isn't interested in him, unlike the rest of the girls in the class.
He grabs her arm and squeezes a little harder than intended. She glares and pulls her arm away before hissing through clenched teeth, "Do not touch me."
He blinks and says genuinely, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." It was true, it wasn't his intention to harm her. It wasn't his intention to harm anyone. Concern washes over his face and he tries to get a better look at her arm to make sure he didn't leave marks.
He's a nice guy. One of the best there are. At his old school, people rejected him because they found out he was different. Once they found out about his somewhat-obsession with the ocean and Greek mythology, they all turned up their noses. He hopes this school is different.
"Perseus Jackson?" The teacher questions, confusion written across her face. She isn't the youngest lady, and she seems a bit befuddled as to who this newcomer is. "Would you like to spend the day with Annabeth as your guide?"
She turns that gaze on him and he realizes her eyes weren't blue like he'd originally thought. No, they were definitely without a doubt a ten times more unique gray. They were the exact color of clouds during the most severe and intense of storms.
"Call me Percy." He says, not looking at the teacher. It's clear he's directing the words at the girl whose name was apparently Annabeth.
She gets this look on her face that says, "I don't care what your name is, I just want to go back to what I was doing." Percy wants to laugh, because there aren't many people out there with as much spirit in this world that she clearly has.
The teacher clears her throat and Percy reluctantly looks at her. "Please take a seat next to Shelly." She points to a brown haired girl and he walks to his seat.
Percy wishes he could have sat next to Annabeth to see if he could figure out more about her. Instead, he asks Shelly, "Is she always like that?"
The girl stops her chatter and says flirtatiously, "I don't really want to talk about her. You should want to talk about me, I'm much more interesting."
"I don't think so." Percy says bluntly, not bothering to hide his distaste.
The girl's jaw hits the floor before she says snidely to her friends, "I can't believe I thought he was hot."
Percy sighs and wishes all these people would go away. Well, he didn't want Annabeth to go away. He was curious. He told himself he didn't like her because he wasn't ready for a relationship so soon after…
No. Percy didn't like Annabeth, he was just curious. Really curious…
(A/N) I'm going to try to make the chapters be about this long, but this is the prologue. What do you think?