A/N: Ok, I know you guys think I should be working on Into the Darkness right now, and you're probably right. But I seriously needed a break. So here's a little oneshot for all you Blink fans out there. And by Blink, I mean the one and only BLINK-182. Not that it has anything to do with them, just saying that this story is dedicated to you guys.

As a bonus for my true fans (that just means people who, for some strange reason, love every single word I write), since you guys loved my OC perspective stuff in Miscalculation, this does the same thing. Just with a different story.

P.S.: Should I make this a series of OC perspectives?

"Percy, I refuse to believe that your girlfriend is worth not going for that."

My exasperation with Percy had reached a point that had never been seen before. The guy was a total idiot when it came to getting some.

"Adam, seriously? Would you stop encouraging me to cheat on Annabeth?"

My heavy sigh should have been response enough. However, this was me, and a follow-up monologue was required in order to effectively display my point and possibly convince my best friend of the genius of my words.

"Perce, my boy, there's a lesson you need to learn. A man who is daily offered tail of such quality cannot possibly continue with this refusal to capture said tail. It goes against the laws of nature. Your—"

Percy rudely interrupted my sagacious speech with "Shut up."

I simply smiled politely and continued, knowing that there was really nothing he could do to stop me. "As I was saying, your current attitude towards, as you foolishly call it, 'cheating'," emphasizing the imbecilic word with finger quotes, "is enormously appalling. I simply will not stand for this. When a female of such caliber as Ariel Summers blatantly offers you her… services, all the while displaying her simply exquisite bod, I refuse to allow you to turn her down like this. Despite your illusions of perfection in your current relationship, you must understand your current position. Miss Summers is constantly dropping hints, scantily clothing herself for you, even going as far as leaving one of her near-sacred lingerie sets in your locker. And you still turn her away as if she were a filthy hag. If I did not know better, I would suggest that you simply drove in the other direction, but your constantly wandering eyes that occupy Ariel's body show otherwise. You obviously desire her, yet you refuse to go after her. Are you truly the imbecile I always believed, or are you merely that oblivious?"

Percy simply rolled his eyes and replied "First off, I checked her out once, and my eyes haven't strayed since then. Second, even if I was single, I'm not gonna go for redheads. Finally, my "illusions of perfection" don't exist. I know that Annabeth and I aren't perfect, but she makes me happier than "Miss Summers" ever could."

I merely sighed and mentally reviewed the conversation that had passed between the flaming-hot redhead and ol' Waterboy mere minutes ago…

My mouth went dry as she approached. Her hourglass figure would have made Victoria Justice red with jealousy.
Her voice husky as always, she began to set her trap for her prey—which sadly, wasn't me, but the one man she couldn't have. "Hey Percy. What's goin' on?"

She was usually much better than this. I realized what was going on. She was going to act safe, then blatantly offer her incredible body. It was the only tactic she hadn't tried yet.

My idiotic friend replied with, "Oh, I dunno."

Great job, dude. Way to ruin your chances. Though I knew that no matter what he did, Ariel would never give up on him. The princess desired the object that was forever out of reach.

"Oh, well, if you're not doing anything after class today…"

He rolled his eyes. "I have a date. With my girlfriend. Of a year and a half. Who I'm not breaking up with. Ever."

She then smiled in such a seductive manner that I should have been killed for the thoughts going through my head. It was as if she had wondrous powers over men. Which, in all actuality, she really did.

"Who said anything about breaking up with her? All I'm sayin' is that you've been with her for a while, so you must be getting bored, and that I could put some excitement back in your life."

Why didn't she just come out and say "I want you inside of me right now." It would have been less obvious.

However, the ever foolish Percy responded with "I'll never be bored with Annabeth."

She sighed in the same manner that I did when my friend was being particularly stupid, such as right now. It sounded like a mix of surprise, disappointment, and utter hopelessness. My continuous attitude towards Goode's best swimmer.

"Ok, you know what? I'm just gonna say it, dude. I want you to screw me so hard I can't walk straight. I want to feel you pulsing and throbbing inside of me until I drain you dry. There is a ninety-four percent chance that I'm the hottest girl you've ever met, and to pass this chance up is utter stupidity. So, why don't we go find your car and have the best time of your life?"

This time, Percy actually did something different than his usual bored refusal. He started laughing so hard he fell over on the floor and began rolling as if he'd been listening to Jeff Dunham for three hours and had just heard Peanut's opening commentary.

Hm. Is it possible that Percy's high opinion of Annabeth includes the belief that she is the best screw on the planet?

As if.

"Ok, Ariel, listen. There is no chance of us EVER getting together. Go find some other poor soul to destroy."

Despite the horrible choice of insults, seeing as I could come up with better disses in my sleep (I was actually disappointed in Percy. He was usually great with comebacks, and the poorness of that particular one just showed how little he cared about the situation), Ariel was appalled that someone would speak to her that way. No sane person would do that. The men fawned over her, and the girls loved/feared her. It was social suicide to EVER do something to piss her off. Which really made me respect Percy. And hate him for being so cocky that he wouldn't take such an amazing opportunity.

Ariel Summers, the hot, cool, calm, collected junior from Goode High started screaming her head off at my irritating friend. The sheer shrillness of her cries was enough to alert the entire hallway that something was horribly wrong. While I immediately clapped my hands over my ears in a vain attempt to shut out the sound, Percy simply rolled his eyes and began walking in the other direction. Ariel's shrieking stopped as soon as it had started, the shock of someone ignoring her simply too much for her admittedly fragile ego to handle. I then turned to walk after my friend, praying to the powers that be to allow me to survive the hurt that was inevitably coming down on one Percy Jackson. I had no doubt that I would catch some of the aftershocks, and most likely part of the actual blows, but I hoped that my social life would survive the grave mistake Percy had just made.

I shook myself out of that awful memory as a blond girl I'd never met began sneaking up behind Percy. While I initially made a move to help him, I stopped myself, believing that he deserved whatever this girl had in store for him.

How wrong I was.

When this mystery blond reached Percy, she gave a shriek of joy and then leapt onto his back. He almost fell over, then somehow reached to his back and managed to bring her to his front. The sheer happiness on the man's face surprised me, but not nearly as much as the intense kiss that followed said happiness. They sucked on each other's face for at least five minutes before I finally decided to step in.

"Uh… Perce? You mind telling me who the hell that is?"

My words caused the two of them to practically leap off each other. "Uh duh…" was the only thing that lucky bastard managed to get out. Luckily, the blond stranger stepped in.

In the half a second before she started speaking, I noticed several things about her. This new girl was at least on par with Ariel, if not better, when it came to pure hotness. Her blond princess curls perfect, her face perfectly proportioned. And her… well, the other stuff just made it better, to say the least. Then there was the fact that she could actually touch Percy, which is something that which Ariel never could. But the most startling feature was her eyes. They were just as striking as Percy's startling green ones, and seemed to gaze right into your soul, just as his did. The only contrast was their color, a storm grey that was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

She opened her mouth to speak, and I instantly stopped my analysis of her incredible figure in order to not appear a creeper. "I'm Annabeth." As if that explained everything.

"Hello, Annabeth. I'm Adam. And I was wondering how exactly you managed to pull that little stunt off…"

Her face contorted into an expression that seemed underused on this face; a face of utter confusion. "What stunt?"

"The one where you appear to be attempting to suck the soul out of my friend here."

She smiled mischeviously and replied, "Oh, this one?", and immediately returned to kissing the life out of Percy.

When they came up for air, that odd look crossed her otherwise amazing face. "You haven't mentioned me?"

Percy's face resembled a deer looking down the barrel of a gun, as if knowing that he didn't somehow convince the wielder of said gun that he shouldn't be shot, there was no way he was going to survive. "Wise Girl, I have mentioned you, he just doesn't really pay attention…"

Realization hit me like a train wreck. "OH! You're the girlfriend, huh?"

The amount of happiness radiating from the two of them at the word "girlfriend" cannot even begin to be described. Annabeth replied with a simple, "You betcha!"

Understanding of Percy's actions now flew into me like the Saturn V rocket. Annabeth was totally worth turning down any tail that presented itself, because her particular tail was better.

"Ok, you know what, Perce? I think I kinda get why you keep telling Ariel no."

Annabeth smile disappeared, as if it had never existed. "Does this mean what I think it means, Seaweed Brain?" He merely gave her a small smile and a slight nod. She proceeded to interrogate me and "Seaweed Brain" about the girl who just couldn't stop hitting on her boyfriend. I began to feel sorry for Ariel Summers. She was in for at least a week of hell…