So, I watched a new Korean movie today. Hopefully, this Korean drama phase will be something I get over soon…But, until then, it gives me PJO plot ideas.

Anyway, it was called 100 Days with Mr. Arrogant as the title says. Like my other story based on a Korean movie, My Little Bride, I'm going to adapt this one to fit PJO. Some OoC…And AU. Them being demigods as no effect on the plot.

Disclaimer: Don't own PJO nor do I own the plot to the movie.

At School—

Annabeth's head was leaning forward slightly, her eyelids drooping at the sound of the droning lecture of her gym teacher. Who lectures in gym class? And when is it ever worth listening to? As far as Annabeth was concerned, being fit was fine, but playing sports and learning every single play in the history of football was not something she wanted to waste her time on.

To top things off, this semester in school was health, also taught by the gym teacher. If Annabeth had to hear one more thing about peer pressure, she swore that she'd throw her health book in the direction of the teacher. As the gym teacher continued his lecture on the 'influence of drugs', Annabeth fell in a deep slumber, her head lying on the book, using it like a pillow.

Annabeth found herself wearing a long Greek dress, a wreath of flowers entwined into her blond hair, golden tresses flowing from it, adorning the side of her face. But, she was trapped, inside a tower with a bolted door and a small, barred window. Annabeth peered outside curiously to be hit with a rotten stench: a fire-breathing Hydra.

She could hear its loud screeches reverberate through the air, echoing throughout the tower walls. Annabeth found the source of the problem: a man. A man in full Greek armor had appeared, with a long drawn blade at his side. He valiantly swung it, plunging it deep into the monster's heart.

Annabeth couldn't keep herself watching the battle; she went to the corner of the tower as far away possible from the window. The battle lasted all but of 5 minutes. The screeches of the wretched creature had died down. Annabeth cautiously crept up to the window to peer out again. The man in armor had disappeared. She fell to a slump near the side of window, all hope lost.

Suddenly, she heard the creek of the stairs outside the bolted the door. The vicious throws of someone ramming the door filled the tower chamber. The wooden door splintered as the blade of a sword hit it squarely. A tall man in armor entered the room, his shield at his side. The helmet was still covering his face as he came closer to her. Annabeth's heart was beating at a hastened pace as he lowered himself down to her level. He began to lift his visor; all she could see were a pair of emerald sea green eyes peering back at her.

Just as he was about to take off his helmet, it all disappeared in a flash.

Annabeth felt someone poke her shoulder with a pencil. She woke up with a jolt, beads of sweat covering her face and completely unaware of her surroundings. As she looked up, she saw the scowling face of her gym teacher, "Miss Chase? You do know that if you sleep in class one more time, you will be expecting a Friday detention. Am I clear?"

"Yes Mr. Nielsen," she replied meekly.

After class, Annabeth rushed to the bathroom to wash her face, Juniper and Silena following behind her closely.

"Silena, what does it mean if you see a knight in shining armor in your dreams?" Annabeth asked, pretending some nonchalance.

"What were you guys doing in the dream?" Silena asked curiously, reapplying mascara.

"It was nothing. We were just in a castle, a medieval one."

"That sounds so romantic," Juniper gushed on her other side.

"It's most likely just a dream. Everyone gets one once in a while," Silena responded.

"True." Juniper agreed, "After all, Nielsen was droning on forever with the health presentation on drunk driving. You should be glad that you fell asleep when you did. He continued on to more embarrassing things after that."

"You're probably right. It was just a dream, but it felt so real," Annabeth said, almost yearningly.

"Anyone would think it was real. I'm surprised you didn't go completely delirious from sleeping in that room. It was boiling in there," Silena scoffed.

"That's not true! Seeing a prince in your dream…it means that you'll soon meet your prince charming in real life."

Annabeth couldn't find the source of the voice, but it was coming from one of the far stalls at the end of the bathroom.

"And who could that be?" Annabeth wondered; her eyebrows slightly upraised. "Anyway, why would I believe all that nonsense when I have Luke?"

After School—

Annabeth waited outside the dine-in DQ near her school, eagerly looking for Luke. She hadn't seen him all day long and was looking forward to discussing tomorrow's plans with him.

"Luke! Over here," she waved over to him as she spotted his blond head in the parking lot. Luke looked down abashedly before walking over.

"Let's go in," he said, quietly. As they took a seat near the window, Annabeth looked up at him expectantly. "What do you want to order?" he asked just as indifferently.

"I'll have a banana split. You?"

"I don't want anything. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, so…do you know what day it is tomorrow? Thank the Gods it's a Friday. We can spend it however we plan!"

"About that. I'm…breaking up with you," Luke didn't even have the guts to look in her direction as he spoke.

"You're what?"

"Breaking up with you…"

"So, instead of treating me for our one year anniversary, which might I remind you, is tomorrow, you're dumping me?" Annabeth asked, her voiced filled with incredulity. "Unbelievable."

"I'm sorry. It just didn't work out between us."

"We've known each other for how long? And how long have we been dating?" Annabeth continued.

"Look, I really am sorry."

"Fine…Let's just forget about this."

"I'm sorry…?"

Annabeth got up, slinging her backpack onto her left shoulder. She gave Luke a pointed look, "Don't feel too bad about it. It would have been only some time till I figured out your true nature." With that, she walked out of DQ, her anger slowly rising by the minute. She took out the box she had kept in her backpack to give Luke; Annabeth took one long look at it before tossing it into the nearest trashcan.

As she got closer to her father's house, Annabeth's mood turned from one of irritation to pure grouchiness. She vented out some of her feelings by kicking at the pebbles at the side of the street. Nothing seemed to work and relieve her annoyance.

"Gods. Pull yourself together Annabeth. Who needed him anyway?" Annabeth punctuated the last rhetorical question by kicking an aluminum pop can lying on the sidewalk.

She watched it soar by, hitting the front end of a blue Maserati that had just pulled up to the curb. Annabeth saw the large scratch resulting from the pop can; she winced and began to fast walk in the opposite direction. Her breath accelerated as she heard the door of the car open.

"Hey! You. Girl with the backpack. Come back here now."

Annabeth continued walking in the opposite direction, increasing her pace.

"Are you deaf? I don't have all day. You just kicked a pop can at my car. It ruined my paint job. Who's going to pay for that? If you keep walking away, I'm going to call the cops," the owner of the car seemed to have reached the boiling point of his frustration.

Annabeth turned around slowly and unwittingly to face him, feeling cowardly. She braced herself to meet the infuriated owner. As she looked up, her eyes looked straight his face. Annabeth clasped her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from gasping. They were there, the same emerald green eyes that had rescued her in the tower…

So, that's all for this chapter. Percabeth stories are fun to write AU as long as they're not too OoC, which I dislike. I'll try to update this story and my other story, My Little Bride, simultaneously, but it may take some time.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Read, review, follow, fave. Review and fave especially. Those are things that motivate any Fanfiction writer.