thewintersoldierdisaster asked: Law school au, percabeth? :)

He notices her. A lot.

He notices her in lecture when her hand shoots up in the air like a bullet being fired from a gun because she just has to say something. He notices her when she doesn't say anything at all and just sits there, hastily scribbling down her notes. He notices her in the way back of the library, sitting alone, with textbooks surrounding her like a fortress as she chews on that blue pen she's always carrying around. He notices her when he's just walking from class to class, sitting out on a bench, Yankee cap on her head, reading a book that he knows is most currently not required reading.

He notices her anywhere and everywhere and he can't tell if he's in love or if he's going insane.

He's in law school- fucking law school at Columbia no less- so he's not a dumb guy by any means. But this girl just does something to him. His brain seems to just shut off whenever he sees her and he can't make a coherent thought above the level of cavemen.

Yeah. He's got it bad.

He's so absolutely distracted by her. Just thinking about how distracted he is makes him miss everything their professor says the first ten minutes of class one Thursday night until he's snapped back into reality harshly.

She's there. Standing in front of his desk. Saying something. Looking as beautiful and dangerous as ever. Her blonde hair curls around her shoulders and her eyes convey this fierceness and prowess that could make any man weep.

"Wait- uh- what?"

She rolls her eyes at him, playfully, trying to hide the smile that's creeping at the corners of her lips.

"I said my name is Annabeth, we're going to be partners for the semester project," she looks at him quizzically, "Weren't you paying attention?"

He thinks of all the ways that he could answer her but he goes with the simple "No."

She laughs and it's a wondrous sound.

"All that time in the ocean finally getting to your head, Seaweed Brain," she jokes, then flushes. "I- uh- I know you spend a lot of time in the ocean because- um- I wasn't asking about you or anything- it just came up one time that you and your dad really like to go fishing and surfing and-" her flush deepens, "I'm sorry- I'm rambling-"

"Percy," he shoves his hand into the wide space between them. It's probably the most awkward movement of his life. She stares at it for a second before shaking it. He does his best to ignore the tingling feeling that radiates from every point her skin touches his.

He fails miserably.

this was posted over on my tumblr: rachelisanerd ages ago. but you should still go check it out. *wink wink, nudge nudge, all that shit*