Hullo everyone! I know some of y'all are waiting for the new story, "Green Eyes", to come out, but I have to delay the story. I am really sorry but this awesome plot just popped into my head and I have to write it down before I go crazy. ;)

Enjoy!

Disclaimer- Me: I don't own Percy Jackson & The Olympians.


PERCY'S POV

"Hey... listen Rebecca. We got to break up. I realized we aren't perfect for each other." I said to the girl that I had dated for only a week.

Rebecca's eyes widened when she realized what I was saying. "What? You can't! You always do these to all of the girls you have dated so far. But I'll promise I'll change! Just give me one more chance, please?" she pleaded, giving me the puppy dog eyes.

Rule #1: Never look at the girl straight in the eyes. You will regret it and you'll change your choice.

I looked at anywhere but her. "Sorry, it's not going to work out. It was nice dating you though." I say, as I shrugged. Rebecca's face dropped and she looked like she was about to cry.

"P-please?" Rebecca whimpered. I shook my head and I exited her house. 1...2...3... I counted in my head.

And then I herd her crying. It made a loud noise in the quiet neighborhood and I didn't even flinch. I grabbed my car keys from my back pocket and I opened the door to my mom's beat up truck.

I slid into the seat and I shut the door. I buckled my seatbelt and I started up the car. In no time flat, I was leaving Rebecca's neighborhood.

I know what you must be thinking right now. Don't I ever feel guilty when I break up with a girl that I don't even like? The truth was, I was already used to the guilt. I didn't really care if I hurt any girls heart. For some strange reason, I feel even better if I broke a girl's heart.

So lets get things straight here. I am a player. It's my reputation. I have always been a player since the... incident.

I was on the highway now and I had to switch lanes in order to get home.

My hands were on the wheel and my phone kept on buzzing with loads of messages from Rebecca. It was the same routine. Every time I break up with a girl, they would keep on texting or calling me, pleading me to take them back. Usually, I would block their number or ignore them.

I left my window open, enjoying the cool air. My hair was always messy and I don't really even use my time to fix it. But I enjoyed the wind running through my hair, giving me the cool chill. I breathed in the fresh air and a faint smile played on my lips. I started to hum to a song that I herd last night on the radio.

I pushed my feet onto the gas pedal a little bit harder, making the car go faster.

This is usually the only time I enjoy my freedom. See, all the other times I am at school, getting swarmed by girls, or I am hanging out with my friends.

I loved the freedom.

Soon, I turned left and I drove into a very small neighborhood. Since my mom's job pay her very less and my lazy stepfather, Gabe basically just waste his time drinking beer, I have to start working in order to help my mom pay the bills.

I walk dogs, mow the lawn, I work as a waiter at Subway, or I babysit kids. The parents pay me at least 10 dollars an hour, and some of the money I earn, I put it in my college savings. I am only 17, and I am going to college in 2 years, and I don't have that much money in my savings. My mom is getting worried about it and I tried to reassure her everything will be alright.

People think I am a jerk since I am a player but I have a really soft side when it comes to my mom.

I parked the truck right outside the apartment that I live in. I stepped out of the truck and into the cool air. I looked up at the sky and I noticed it is going to snow soon.

I stuffed my hands in my pocket, and I walked inside the small apartment. I see a couple of kids standing around, playing with cheap toys. They were wearing dirty clothes and it looked like they hadn't showered in weeks.

I nodded toward them and they nodded back.

Everyone living here has almost no money. We are all poor.

I just wish my mom would get another job, marry another guy who is actually decent, and get a better apartment. Or better, an actual house.

I walked upstairs to the second floor, and I reached a door that read, "2B". I twisted the door knob and the door creaked as I opened it. An alcohol smell filled my nose as I entered our apartment. My eyes watered and I flinched. I never really liked the smell.

I saw Gabe sitting down on a couch, drinking beer. "Your home again." he says, not even bothering to turn around and say hello to me. I rolled my eyes as I strolled in. "Why don't you go and get a job?" I snapped, ignoring his question.

He stood up from the couch, throwing another beer bottle on the ground. Gabe turned around and he gave me a murderous look. "Watch what your saying, kid." he warned.

"Or else what?" I asked, daring to push his limits. He walked toward me slowly, with his big belly bulging out of his white dirty sweatshirt.

"Don't push it, weasel." Gabe hissed, getting up into my face.

I almost backed down because of the horrible stench coming from Gabe. Man, when was the last time this guy took a shower? I gritted my teeth and I clenched my fists. "You know," I say. "Maybe you should take a good look at yourself before calling somebody a weasel."

Gabe narrowed his eyes. "That's it punk," he growled. He was about to punch me, but my mom walked in at that moment.

Her eyes widened when she saw what Gabe was about to do. "Percy!" she says smiling slightly, walking toward me as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Your cookies are at the table. You. Should. Go. And. Eat. It. Before. It. Gets. Cold." My mom said, saying everything slowly. I realized my mom was saving me from getting punched from Gabe by changing the subject.

I nodded before I sent a glare at Gabe's direction. I walked stiffly into the kitchen, with my mom trailing right behind me.

I saw a plate of blue cookies sitting on the table.

Hey, I guess my mom didn't lie. I sat down on the chair and I grabbed a cookie, taking a huge bite out of it. My mom leaned on the kitchen counter, watching me eat. I didn't say anything and neither did she.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally broke the tension. "What happened?" she asked softly. I placed the cookie that I was eating on the plate, and I turned to face my mom.

"I hate him. Gabe always drink beer and he never try's to actually get a job. Why did you marry him, mom?" I asked, as I ran my hand through my black hair in frustration. My mom sighed. She walked toward a pot that was on the stove, and she put the temperature on high. She grabbed a bag full of macaroni and she dumped it into the pot. I watched her as she mixed the macaroni with the spoon.

For a while, my mom didn't spoke. When I thought she wasn't going to answer my question, she says, "I don't know, Percy. I am thinking of divorcing him"-a smile broke onto my face-"but not now." My smile disappeared and it was replaced with a frown.

"But why not now?" I exclaimed. My mom soon added cheese into the pot.

"Percy, I d-don't want to talk about it." my mom says. She was close to breaking into tears, and I immediately feel bad.

"I am sorry mom," I apologized. And this time, I was being sincere. Not like when I was apologizing to Rebecca earlier today about breaking up with her.

My mom forced a shaky smile onto her face. "Enough about me. Why don't you tell me about your day?" she asked.

I mentally groaned, knowing my mom won't like the news. "I broke up with Rebecca today." I say slowly. I herd my mom sigh and she turned around. For a moment I thought she was mad at me, but this time their was something else etching onto her face.

It was disappointment.

"Oh Percy," she says. "You promised me you would stop breaking girls hearts. And you did it again."

I looked down at the ground. I couldn't stand to see my mom looking at me with so much disappointment. "I know mom," I mumbled. "I know." I grabbed a blue cookie from the plate and it was cold once my hand made contact with it.

I bit into it and it was even colder inside the gooey thick substance. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I forced myself to swallow the cookie. I don't like cold food, but with my mom watching, I don't want to make her feel bad.

"I am going to go to my room," I announced and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw my mom nod.

"Alright Percy. Dinner is ready in a hour." she told me, as she turned around, and continued cooking dinner.

I walked out of the kitchen, and I saw that Gabe was watching TV. I walked past him. He ignored me and I ignored him. That's the way we both roll most of the time. I walked down the small hallway, and I stopped at the last door. I pushed the door open and I entered my room.

It technically wasn't my room. It was most likely Gabe's study. But all he does is read car magazines or look at pictures with girls in bikinis. That guy disgusts me. I sat down on my bed, that was moved into a corner of the room.

I put my head in my hands and I closed my eyes.

I wished I could just escape from this world. I always feel like a bad guy.

I am poor, I have the worst stepfather in the world, I live in a small apartment, and I am a player.

What can I say? That I like it? Yeah... sure I do. But the only good thing that came out of my life was my mom. She cleaned and made dinner for me. She basically took care of me. She is my life.

I wished something else would come good out of it.

But what? I think that God basically hate me, but I was proven wrong.

My world basically turned upside down when I met the famous popstar, Annabeth Chase.

ANNABETH'S POV

"Annabeth? Have you started on a new song yet?" my best friend and manager, Thalia Grace asks.

I glared at my notebook for a moment before I turned to face her. I was trying to come up with a good idea on how the song should start, but I am having writer's block. I hate it when that happens. It... blocks my mind!

I shook my head. Thalia groans. "Your concert is in 3 weeks, Annabeth." she says. She checked the calendar on her phone to make sure that the date was confirmed and she nodded. "Yup, in 3 weeks!"

"I know, Thals. But a good song is not coming into my mind." I say, as I turned to face my notebook again. I had a sharpened pencil sitting on the table right beside my notebook, and I was waiting for an idea to come to me.

So far, it's not going well.

Thalia took a seat right beside me. "Maybe you need inspiration," she says.

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah, why don't you inspire me?"

Thalia stuck her tongue out at me but then her eyes widened. "I goth ith!" she says with her tongue still sticking out. I started laughing and Thalia closed her mouth, glaring at me. "Shut up," she grumbled.

Once I stopped laughing, Thalia says, "What if we go to Subway? Maybe if we eat sandwiches, it'll give you some good idea for a new song?" she suggested.

"That is the stupidest idea I ever herd," I say and Thalia pouted. "But," I continued. "We could give it a try." Thalia fist pumped me.

"That's what I am talking about!"

I rolled my eyes at my best friend childish behavior.

I grabbed my purse and I turned to face Thalia.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go!"


When Thalia and I arrived at Subway, everyone was staring at us with wide eyes. They started whispered stuff like, "Oh my gosh, that's her." or "That's Annabeth Chase. The Famous Popstar."

Thalia and I was so used to it, we ignored them. But a few people would come up and ask me for their autographs and I just couldn't say no. That would be bad for my image.

We both ordered the same thing like we do all the time.

A veggie sandwich, with Dr. Pepper, and a bag of Doritos.

We both sat in a booth and as we both waited for the food, Thalia says, "Is anything coming to you, yet?"

I thought for a moment before I shook my head. "Nope. Not a clue. What if this doesn't work?"

"Then we could go to Starbucks and-"

"Thalia, before we know it, me and you will be fat. And I don't want to be fat." I told her, being honest.

She made a face like if she was imagining us being fat. Me, I can't imagine us. Because it's too horrible to even think about it. No offense to anyone who is fat out there.

I took out my song notebook and I flipped to a page that hasn't been used yet. I drummed my fingers on the wooden table, waiting for something, anything to pop into my mind at that very second.

Thalia just started scanning her emails on her phone, hoping she received one from her boyfriend, Nico Di Angelo. Nico is out of town for a couple of days but he is coming back next week. He is a very nice guy once you get to know him, but he likes the dark and he is always quiet around strangers. But he is way different once you know him. He could be annoying, funny, and sometimes weird around his friends.

I guess that's why Thalia likes him. She's weird too. They both match perfectly. Don't tell Thalia that I said that.

Suddenly, a shadow loomed over me. I looked up and I saw a guy standing right in front of me and Thalia.

He has sea green eyes that looks like the ocean, and he has black raven hair. He was holding a tray with our food on it. His hair was hiding most of his eyes, but I swear I saw something in them.

"Here is your sandwiches, drinks, and chips." he says, placing the tray on the table. I read his nametag, Percy Jackson.

"Thank you Percy," I say as Thalia nods.

"Yeah, well, don't mention it." he says, as he turned around.

I raised an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

He sighed before he turned around. "I am going to say this the nicest way as possible since your a blonde. I-"

"Wait, hold on a second? You think I am dumb just because I am a blonde? Just to let you know, I am a straight A student." I said. I stood up, and I was facing him and I suddenly noticed how close we were. His chest was touching my chest and I blushed a little. Thankfully Percy didn't noticed. But I also realized that there was a lot of paparazzi around but I didn't care at the moment. This guy is a jerk. A big jerk.

He scoffed. "Is that suppose to surprise me?"

I crossed my arms. "No. I am just saying since I am a whole lot smarter than you are, Percy."

There was a lot of flashes because the paparazzi was taking pictures of both of us.

"Listen blondie-"

"My name is Annabeth Chase." I corrected him.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "The famous popstar?"

"Yup," I say. Maybe Percy will be decent enough to back off since I am more famous than he is. I mean for the love of god, he is working at a restaurant! Subway, to be more specific.

"Whatever." he says.

"Whatever? What do you mean whatever? I am Annabeth Chase, for crying out loud!" I say. Thalia started to say something but Percy interrupted her.

"Is that suppose to impress me? Before if your trying to do that, your not doing a good job on it." Percy says.

I glared at him. Thalia stood up from the booth. She grabbed our lunch and she says, "Thank you for the sandwich, Percy. And Annabeth, lets go! There is paparazzi swarming all around us with cameras!"

"This is not over yet!" I hissed to Percy.

Percy smirked. "Alright. I'll be here all day if you want to continue our argument."

I rolled my eyes. "Seaweed Brain."

"Wisegirl." he says.

"Um guys? Sorry to interrupt your nickname contest, but Annabeth and I really gotta go." Thalia says.

Before we both could say anything else, Thalia grabbed my wrist and she started to pull me out of the restaurant. All of the paparazzi started to take more pictures of me, and they kept asking me stupid questions like, "Do you know this guy?" or "Is he your boyfriend?"

I almost told them to shut up but Thalia literally saved my butt.

By the time we got into the car, and drove off, Thalia glared at me as she continued to drive.

"You shouldn't get into a fight with that waiter, Percy, back there." she told me.

I shrugged as I looked out the window. I cross my arms as I sighed. "I know, Thals. But he is just-"

"Hot?" Thalia smirked.

I looked at her with wide eyes. "You have a boyfriend, Thalia!"

Her expression was priceless. "I don't think Percy is hot! Nico is way hotter than him! But I mean everyone could see you two flirting."

I quirked my eyebrows. "I barely know him! We just met."

Her eyes went back to the road. She stopped at a stoplight and she turned to face me.

"So? Did you get inspired yet?" she asked, changing the subject.

A smile broke onto my face as I forgot about that jerk face.

I nodded. "Yup." I grabbed my notebook and my pen started to fly across the page, as I started to write the lyrics down.

I guess one thing did came out of meeting Percy Jackson.


So, do you like it? I personally did. It was a great beginning and it ended in a great way.

So, *clears throat* would you all do the honors of reviewing for me, please?

~Peace-rocks123