Summery: A new mysterious band called "After Dark" quickly rises to stardom? The catch? No one has a clue what they look like. Annabeth Chase, high school journalist, is prepared to ask the questions and take the names. Though, the band might be closer than she thinks. Slightly AU.

Chapter One:

ANNABETH

"Annabeth!" my step-mother, Jen, shrieked at me from the doorway. "Thalia will here in ten and you haven't eaten breakfast yet!"

"I don't need breakfast," I groaned at her as I rolled over in the giant queen sized bed. "A coffee is all I need."

"No daughter of mine is going to her first day of twelfth grade without breakfast!"

"Yeah and I ain't your daughter," I murmured softly into the grey pillow before saying, "I'm moving!"

Jen snorted with distaste before promptly slamming my door shut.

'Fat cow,' I thought bitterly before tossing off the gray comforter. The icy air bit my exposed arms and feet as I slowly got up. Beside the popular belief of my peers, I hated getting up early. Especially on a Monday. I feel if we just included Monday in the weekend e'd be fine... But then I guess I'd start hating Tuesday. I groaned as I yanked out a new attire for the day.

"Annabeth!" Jen snapped as I walked into the kitchen. Dressed in black skinny jeans, red Toms, a red tank top, and a black leather jacket made me feel pretty proud. You try to pick something this amazing half asleep. My hair was loose on my shoulders and I wore my signature owl earrings and leather necklace that contained my dad's class ring. Jen always hate when I wore it. Why? Cause she jealous Dad gave it to me and not the hag she is. A horned sounded loudly making me grab my black messenger bag.

"Bye!" I called to my two step-brothers Matt and Bobby. Matt tossed me a green apple while Bobby threw me a granola bar. I smiled gratefully as I caught the two and hurried to the door.

"Annabeth get back in here!" Jen screeched as I threw open the front door. "You haven't had a-"

The oak door slammed shut, cutting her off.

'Ooh,' I thought. 'Going to hear about that one.' I didn't bother pondering the thought as I climbed into the passenger seat of Thalia Grace's white SUV.

Now let me tell you about my best friend since I was three. She has dark black hair that fell around her oval face in waves. Her electric blue eyes seemed as though they saw through your soul and way pretty sarcastic and cocky. Though she'll defend you till the grave. She has a brother, Jason Grace, has a crush on one of my cousin, Piper McLean (AN: Her dad isn't famous in this one, sorry!).

"Hey Thas," I told her, buckling myself up.

"Sup Kid," she greeted, flashing me a wild smile as she backed out of my driveway. Oh yeah, and she has this annoying habit of calling everyone "Kid" even if your older.

Now you're probably wonder who the heck I am. I'm Annabeth Chase, journalist and amateur architect. I'm the daughter of Henry and Athena Chase. Though, my mother died while on a dangerous undercover story about the underground drug ways. She was doing the story for the 'New York Times', which I where I live- New York. Also, I'm a senior at Goode High and the head journalist for our school-run newspaper called 'Ink & Paper'.

"So, Miss. Spacy," Thalia teased as I snapped out of my hard gaze out the passenger window.

"Huh?" I looked at her. "Wha?"

"Oh my gods," Thalia shook her head. "Summer hasn't been good on you Ans,"

"Oh whatever," I replied, as we neared our first stop. We had to pick up Juniper and Piper before we could head on our way. The two sister brunettes were standing out in their driveway waiting. Though, if you saw them you wouldn't think they were sisters. Juniper is petite and has amber colored hair. While Piper is Cherokee and has darker hair also, Piper is more outgoing then Juniper but Juniper's temper always stays in check while Piper's is almost everywhere. But there parents couldn't have kids, so they're adoptive.

"Hey guys," Juniper said as she jumped in. She was dressed in a light green sundress with a brown belt and sandals. "How are you two?"

"Eh," Thalia said while I smiled at the girl.

"Great Juni, how about you?"

"Excided!" Juniper squealed. "Grover texted me and told me that he couldn't wait to see me." Only problem with Juniper was that she was basically in love with Grover Underwood. A boy in our grade who hung out with the guy half of our group.

"Don't start on Grover," Piper moaned as she slipped in. She was in black skinny jeans and a pink top. "She wouldn't shut up about him last night!"

"Hey," Juniper whined. "You were talking just as much about Jason!"

Piper's face burned bright red as she looked down. Thalia just laughed.

"Piper, don't fret," she chided as she pulled out. "My brother is just as obsessed with you."

Piper smiled slightly at this as she glanced at Thalia.

"Thas, what are you wearing?" she asked.

Thalia was dressed in black jeans, a tee shirt of a band that I had never heard of and was held together by safety pins, and her black and aqua Vans. Now she may look Goth and Punk but she's really way too happy to be either.

"The usual," Thalia called back, turning on the car's stereo to end discussion. Music of some weird band blared through the speakers as we drove the rest of the way towards school.

We walked into first period science just as the bell rang.

"Cuttin' it close aren't we ladies?" Leo teased from the back as we walk in. We smirked as we went to sit in the back with the guys, Hazel and Rachel Elizabeth Dare. (AKA Red)

The guys were in name: Leo Valdez has curly black hair, dark skin, brown eyes, and an impish face; Grover Underwood has curly brown hair that is basically unruly and is a bit on the short side; Jason Grace (Thalia's brother who is on the younger side of twelfth grade) has blonde hair and electric blue eyes (No I don't get how the two Grace kids are related); Nico di Angelo has olvie skin, brown hair, is Hazel's cousin, and is Thalia's boyfriend; Frank Zang a boy with dark black hair, a round baby-like face, and has a crush on Hazel; and lastly the Stoll brothers, Travis and Connor, who have blonde hair, blue eyes, impish features, are Luke's cousins, and like to pull pranks on just about everyone. Rachel is the other girl in our group and has unruly red hair, a freckled face, and green eyes. She is pretty cool once you get to know her. Hazel Levesque has olive skin, dark hair,

"Hey guys," I whispered as I took the double desk behind Leo and Rachel. Since our group and class were uneven, I was alone.

"Welcome class to Chemistry-" a boy suddenly burst through the door, panting.

"Sorry," he said, straightening up as we snickered but as soon as he did almost every girl in the room sighed.

"My gods," Hazel whispered to me from her table to the right. "He has the good looks of a Roman god!"

I couldn't say I didn't agree. His body was tone and tan- which was pretty sexy in itself. He had dark black hair that had that messy look you could tell he didn't try to perfect in a bathroom mirror. His lips seemed to hold a smile that only he and the Greek gods shared. His voice was deep and ho-

Snap out of it Annabeth! I chided. You barely know the guy and he's probably a cocky jerk.

I turned my gaze back down to my writer's notebook and began squibbing away, but couldn't help but overhear the conversation he was having with the science teacher, Mrs. Dodds.

"Class started three minutes ago," she growled.

"I know I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I'm new and-"

"That's no excuse," Mrs. Dodds shot back. The class "ooh"ed slightly at this. I felt bad for the kid, he was heading to be on Mrs. Dodds bad side with the Stoll brothers.

"Well doesn't seem like I missed much," he shot back. The Stoll brothers laughed at this while everyone stared. No one talked that way to her-ever. If you did you can kiss goodbye to that A and say "hello" to an F.

"You cannot talk to me like-"

"And you can't treat me like crap," Percy snapped. Now the Stoll brothers weren't laughing, they were gaping with the rest of us… Well except me who was jotting down every word of this.

Amazing story, I decided. Good for the first issue.

"You have to respect me boy," she snarled. "I do not have to respect you."

"Oh you and what makes you think that?" Percy raised his eyebrow. He held a good foot on Mrs. Dodds.

"Yes you do!" Mrs. Dodds bellowed.

"I will when you do," Percy snapped back, the two of them raising their voices. The door flew open and Principle Hilton came in. She was a lady in her mid-thirties with round rimmed glasses and wild grey blonde hair.

"What is all the yell-" She stopped short as she saw who it was. "Mrs. Dodds, Perseus Jackson what in the world do you to think you're doing?"

Okay, so do you think I should continue? Comment below! ~Minty