Chapter 10: The one where she's not a slut, just misunderstood and where he misunderstands her (requested by Guest)

(this chapter's warning is that there are a lot of sexual 'activities' mentioned so if that's gross to you or you're like really young, don't read this. Please. Just a fair warning, y'know. Reader discretion is advised.)

This is in Percy's pov btw

Also fun fact I listened to hello by adele while writing this. hello frOM THE OTHER SIIIIIIIIIDE. Okay yeah im done heres the chapter.

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"Do no harm but take no shit."

Annabeth Chase is a slut.

She's a whore.

A hoe.

A female player.

A tramp, scarlet woman, hussy, unpaid for prostitute.

She slept around.

All the way around.

Some people gossiped about a few drunken mistakes that lead to her making out with some girls at parties, but I am who I am and I have never been to a party that Annabeth had been invited to.

I'm pretty sure someone started a rumor that she sometimes paid other people to have sex with her.

Though, those are just rumors. Whispers passed in a bustling hallway, overheard and sent on to someone else and somehow made it to Nico who told me.

I didn't believe it, because how could someone ever hate themselves that much, but he had hard hitting proof, apparently.

"Listen, Annabeth told Drew who told someone who told some other people who told Juniper who told Grover who told me," he points to himself, "and now I'm telling you, so believe it. Annabeth Chase pays people to bang her," Nico says and leans back in the crappy chairs they throw in the lunchroom and call it a day.

I roll my eyes and pick up my sandwich, taking a bite and cringing, then throwing it down because school lunches always taste like someone picked it out of the trash then put it on my tray and patted me on the back. So, disgusting, is what I'm trying to say. "Whatever Annabeth decides to do with her, ahem, body doesn't concern me and it definitely doesn't concern you, Nico."

Nico raises his eyebrows, a grin spreading on his lips. "You like her don't you? Nasty, man. She'll give you AIDS by looking in your direction." He cringes, but continues smiling then steals one of my fries.

Annabeth may be popular in the bedroom, but she's also freaking hot. Like too hot to be humanly possible. I'm serious. She has golden hair that's long and wavy, it goes down to her waist and past that if she straightens it, but I don't really think she would do that often because it's a shit ton of hair. She has long legs and an athletic, yet petite figure. Being the, ahem, player she is, she always wears clothes that best show off her endless curves and continues to be the reason I'm failing chemistry. She has copper skin and her smile is bright and friendly, like she's actually a nice person who doesn't play with everyone's feelings 24/7. She's insanely smart, not to toot my own horn, but I am top in our class and she's right below me. Ha, I wish. Let's pretend I didn't just say that.

Anyway, she seems like your regular boring Californian surfer bitch, but no, because she has grey eyes that somehow makes up for everything.

Seriously, those eyes are terrifying. They hold a violent storm in them and when she glares at you? You don't have time to run, just get on your knees and start praying.

Piper always says, "No! I think her eyes are unique, they make her special. Plus, they're really pretty, you know, when she isn't glaring daggers into your soul."

Of course, Annabeth Chase can't be normal and have normal eyes or a normal, totally not painful, amount of beauty in her features. She's like an angel sent from heaven above to tell us low-life humans that we're not doing humanity right and I'm fucking done with it.

She's a kid. A highschooler and people are treated her like she's a goddess.

"She's Goode's Regina George," Leo would say, though I don't know what that means.

I just did not sign up for this. I mean, I don't even know Annabeth, I had never talked to her before, yet she's all anyone ever talks about. 'Look, Annabeth's wearing that shirt today, she looks great!', 'Who do you think Miss Perfect's gonna hook up with this week? My votes' on Castellan.', 'Do you think if I killed myself, I could be reincarnated as Annabeth Chase?'.

Okay, that last one was a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point.

"What the fuck, Nico?" I say to him finally. "I don't 'like' Annabeth, she's a slut. You can't 'like' one of those. They were put on this earth to fuck around with people, not to be in healthy relationships."

Nico raises his eyebrows into his hairline. "So, you'd date her if she wasn't a slut."

I shrug, my eyes sweeping the cafeteria to see if I could spot the devil. "Everyone would date her if she wasn't a slut, Nico, have you seen her face."

Nico scoffs. "Of course I've seen her face, who do you think I am? Helen Keller?"

I make a face at him. "She's the only blind person you could think of, huh?"

Nico jumps to defense. "There's that one guy! Uh, the singer with the really deep voice. Johnny Cash? No, uh, Billy Joel, no, Lynyrd Skynyrd-"

"Dude, just stop."

"You know who it is, don't you?"

"Stevie Wonder, you emo."

"So close."

"No, actually, you said Johnny Cash."

"And?"

"Nevermind." I take a drink from my water and watch as Nico's eyes look behind me, his shit-eating grin slowly dropping from his face, and his eyes filling with fear.

Slowly, I turn in my seat to see none other than Annabeth Chase walking into the room, her confidence rolling in waves to the back of the room and back again. She squares her shoulders and then she made eye contact. Like, with me.

Her fucking grey eyes that are so beautiful and famous and wonderful and so annoying light up and she smiles. Like, at me. Then she starts walking. To me. To me and Nico and potentially my grave. Wait, no, I meant my death bed. She smiles at me when she gets to the table, flashing her bright teeth and some of her hair falls in her face. If I was a total douche looking to get laid, I would maybe tuck it behind her ears, because apparently that's something girls like.

Truth is, I've never had a girlfriend.

Really, I'm an eighteen year old senior in highschool and I haven't had a first kiss yet. How comforting that this is the first technical girl I talk mom, Rachel, and Piper don't count.

"Can I sit here?" she asks sweetly, her voice like a church choir singing, it's absolutely revolting.

I smile, though it feels more like I'm gritting my teeth, probably because that's what I am doing. "All these seats are taken. Sorry."

I am not sorry.

And it is the truth. Our friends were just a little late.

Maybe I feel a little sorry. Especially when the smile falls from her frustratingly beautiful face. She looks genuinely disappointed.

Nico grins up at her. "What he meant was that Leo can sit on the ground. Or in the trash, so please, Miss Chase, sit."

He's pushing it.

I glare at Nico and he simply shrugs.

Annabeth, of course, chooses the seat directly next to mine and pulls it particularly close so our arms are brushing and even though it's January, we're both not wearing sweaters because it's warm in the cafeteria and I can feel her skin on mine.

She flips her hair over her shoulder and I catch a whiff of whatever perfume she's wearing, or maybe she just naturally smells sweet like candy and bitter like lemons because that wouldn't be much of a surprise, she's fucking perfect anyway.

Annabeth flashes her absurdly beautiful smile at me, her white teeth proof of an awkward braces stage only a few years back. I almost snort and the memory. People avoided her like the plague in middle school and now here she is, Miss Absolutely and Utterly Beautiful, perfect in every single fucking way. "So Percy, right?" She asks, and god, hearing her say my name made me want to melt on a puddle on the ground, but it also made me want to throw up. I figure that neither seem like a plausible thing to do in this situation, so I just nod, taking another drink from my bottle of water and praying that the others get here soon. "I was wondering if you were free on Tuesday after school?"

I swallow my water and make eye contact with Nico, he's just as bewildered as I am. I can actually see real fear in his dead eyes. I cough, pretending I swallowed my water wrong. "Um, yeah. I think." Real fucking smooth, Jackson.

Annabeth's smile actually brightens, her eyes twinkling. It kinda reminds me of Dumbledore, the way that dude's eyes twinkle. God, I am so a man. "Cool," she says. "Because, I really need someone to help me with my math, I'm getting kind of confused this quarter and I know that you're really good with numbers, so do you think that you could possibly tutor me? After school on Tuesday?"

Nico shoots me a wink out of the corner of my eye.

I want to punch him in the middle of his face.

I nod a little too quickly. "Yeah, sure. I can do that. After school on Tuesday." I ask, "Library?"

She shakes her head a little and for a second I was sure that if she would stop moving, I could count each freckle on her perfectly symmetrical nose. Knowing her, it would probably be an even number. "The chem room. I already asked Mr. Harper and he allowed us to use it."

Why did she have to smile so much, does she not realize what she's doing?

She probably does.

I breath out an awkward laugh and hope to the lord above that the piece of gum I stole from Silena Beauregard last period actually worked. "Cool," I realize I'm just repeating her. "Yeah, of course, that, uh, works for me." I give her a crap smile and she actually grins back.

Feeling my own awkwardness suffocating me, I reach for my water and take a drink. Annabeth gets up to leave, but swiftly bends down to kiss my cheek before walking away.

For a second, I contemplate whether that actually happened or maybe I just day-dreamed it all, that is until Nico burst out laughing, which scared me, made me choke and spit my water out all over him.

"Sorry, man, but you freakin' deserved it."

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Chemistry goes by painfully fast on Tuesday, which just so happens to be my last period.

It obviously doesn't help when she keeps staring at me. Or when she smiles at me. Or when she offers to be my lab partner.

To be completely honest, I don't think things could be anymore ridiculous.

Seriously.

Everyone in the room was staring, mouths open in shock and wonder as hottie Annabeth Chase goes to sit down in Chem next to loser Percy what's-his-name Jackson.

It's like the beginning of a really bad porno.

The lab is mixing milk with different kinds of lactic acid to see what it does to this strawberry.

Honestly, it's probably nothing.

Annabeth smiles and says she'll get the supplies and I just have to set up. Then she walks away.

To free my mind and soul from any Annabeth related thoughts, I write my name sloppily on the page, immensely hating my handwriting, then the date and whatnot, but really, why do teachers even need this information? Just count how many kids in the class, how many papers, and if a few are missing, take the points from some unlucky dumb bastard.

Thank the gods, no pre-lab questions, but we do have to write a full-on essay on what happened to our strawberry. Fucking fantastic.

Annabeth comes back with a tray of test tubes that have very suspicious looking white liquid in them. She places them down on the table and comes to over to my side to look at the directions. "Okay," she says, reading the instructions, "you have to put one milliliter of lactic acid in the ten milliliters of milk, then put the sucrose in the other milk tube-

I snort. "Milk tube."

"-then, I'll pour the liquids over the strawberries," she pauses, then straightens and smiles at me, "and then we wait."

Carefully, I pour the correct amount of each liquids into the other liquids and hand the tubes to Annabeth, she takes them with a smile and allows our hands to brush and I have to ignore how fucking delicate her hands are, my god. She puts the strawberries in their containers and pours the one tube over on strawberry and same with the other one.

I decide that I want to get this bullshit essay over with and sit down on the stool, I write:

After waiting forever for my freaking strawberry to change, all that happened was that it got a little soggy is all. So suck it, Mr. Harper

I think that this is adequate because it is true, but I did erase the 'suck it' part, feeling as if that may be pushing it a bit. I don't feel worried or anxious or whatever, cause I'm passing this class with flying colors, funnily enough, science is my best subject.

Though, after waiting about five minutes, only getting the same soggy strawberry results, Annabeth huddles over her paper, her hair falling over her shoulder and writing a novel in the small amount of space provided.

Once the bell rings, Mr. Harper yells for us to clean up after ourselves as he leaves, his briefcase safely tucked under his arm while he struggles to put his jacket on. I don't blame him, it is the end of the day and I would love to go home.

But I don't, I turn in my 'essay' and clean up our workstation and silently watch as Annabeth finishes her book and turns it in, picking up her backpack and taking out her math work. I hear thunder shake the old building and almost groan, looks like I'll be running to my car which is on the other side of the earth. More like on the other side of the parking lot, but when it's raining here in New York, it rains hard enough to make you feel like you are dripping wet for your entire life.

Annabeth smiles at me for the thousandth time that day, making my stomach to nervous flips. How the bloody hell (excuse my british) am I supposed to teach her math when she's all beautiful and absolutely flawless (except in math apparently)? I don't understand what the universe is asking of me.

She opens the textbook as I get out my pencil. "As long as we lock up after we're done, Mr. Harper is totally okay with us doing this."

I clear my throat and nod. "Cool." I'm already fucking this up. "Um, so, where do you want to, uh, start?"

She giggles slightly and pushes the textbook closer to me so that we both have to lean over it, forcing our chairs and shoulders to touch. "I was thinking elimination first."

Thank god, that was easy. Like, Algebra 1 easy. Now I don't have to think when she's so close like that making my brain into mush. Why do all the hot people have to be the ones with the superpowers?

I slowly guide her through the steps of how to do the sample problem like how they did it in the textbook. Then, I give her a few sample problems to do herself.

The rain comes down harshly on the few windows in the room and gives the whole classroom a gloomy, apocalypse, creepy vibe. But we're just here, doing math 'n stuff. Thunder hammers the school and I suddenly feel kinda anxious. This building is as old as life itself and I don't know about dying with Annabeth Chase and having the last thought on my mind be math problems.

Annabeth smiles as she writes down the problem and breaths out a laugh. My chest uncontrollably tightens as she laughs, wanting to hear more of the annoyingly beautiful sound. "What's so funny?" I ask.

She meets my eye. "I just accidentally thought of a really cheesy math pick up line."

I laugh at the thought of it and almost throw up cause god can she get any more charming and perfect, seriously? Math puns. "Let's hear it," I say instead.

She adjusts herself in the seat to face me, her hair falling tumbling over her shoulders. "Are you a ninety degree angle? 'Cause you're looking all right."

I laugh, despite myself and thunder shakes the walls around us. I feel as thought the sky is laughing at her joke, too. I snorted. "I got one."

She nods, a bright smile plastered on her face.

"Alcohol and calculus don't mix," I say. "Don't drink and derive."

She laughs, but the sky doesn't thunder and I feel offended cause my joke was great. "How about this," she says, she drops her voice low, "There's something about the slope of your," she pauses with a smile, "cosine that drives me to irrational equations."

She laughs as I go red.

"I have a better one," I stutter out, determined to win this one. "The way you can recite pi to forty digits makes my heart swell exponentially."

She laughs again, and I feel as though I won an award. "Percy Jackson, you make my insides all tingly." I hate the way my full name rolls off her tongue because it's so perfect. "If X is the point where two lines meet, let my tangent and yours intersect and repeat."

My heart speeds up. And for a second, I contemplate what I'm doing. I'm telling really inapropriate, but awesome, math puns with none other than Annabeth Chase and she's sort of winning.

"Well," I say. "I plotted you on my graph and you touch all my quadrants."

She giggles and I'm suddenly aware that we were about only a few inches from each others face, I can actually feel her breath on my face. "We'll never be apart but you still call me your x-axis because I'm always horizontal."

"When you're near, I'm not multiplying or subtracting or dividing, I'm just picturing us with no added variables."

"I must be a prime number," she says, her nose bumping mine, "because there's only room for you inside my equation," she breathes out a smile and thunder rumbles off in the distance. "You make my heart beat like the rain, Percy Jackson." I somehow feel like that wasn't just for jokes, the last one.

My mind suddenly blanks and I can't remember my name, but the sky laughs at me and the lights flicker as thunder shakes the building. Being this close to her makes me feel intoxicated, I feel weightless and kinda really stupid. She makes my body tingle all over, and my hands itch, just wanting to touch her. All I want is to kiss her, to press my mouth against hers and call it a day. Because in that moment she wasn't Annabeth Chase, annoyingly hot and absurdly flawless popular, she is just Annabeth, the girl who can write an essay on a soggy strawberry and is surprisingly good at coming up with sexual math innuendos. But I like this Annabeth better.

"Do you need a ride home?" I ask lamely as I tuck my pencil in my backpack and stand up, stumbling out of the stool.

She looks up at me, emotion flashing in her eyes and gives me a lame smile. "Sure, yeah. I'd hate to have to walk in the rain."

We lock up the room and I feel as though the thunder sending rackets throughout the building is telling me how I was sort of a wimp, but whatever. Nature can fuck itself.

As the kind gentleman I so obviously am, I offered her my jacket, which she took with a small smile and wrapped herself in. Of course it was way too big for her, the sleeves going past her fingertips, and of course it was the most endearing and wonderful thing I have ever seen.

I lead her in silence as we run to my car, barely missing giant puddles of water, and getting completely soaked in the process. Being outrageously chivalrous, I go to open the passengers door for her when she puts her hand on the handle first, she looks up at me, her eyes filled with amusement. "The jacket was sweet, Percy, but I can open my own door."

I'm aware of the fact that we are so painfully close to one another, and I am also aware of the fact that she is so short. Like a whole head shorter than I am. I place my free hand on her cheek, brushing away the raindrops that laid there. She takes a small step forward and she is pulled flush up against me, not much a part of my body that isn't touching hers.

One of her hands is still on the door handle but I feel it drop to her side. My heart pounds in my chest and I am soaked with water, the rain seemingly falling harder than before. I place my hands on her face, my fingers on her neck, my thumb on her cheek. She blushes and it's totally the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

She whispers to me, barely heard by the pounding rain, in a hoarse voice. "Kiss me."

Gently, and slowly, I lean down, my face inches above hers and I pause, staring into her waiting eyes. Her beautiful grey eyes. Her mouth is ajar and there are raindrops on her eyelashes. For a few moments, I just look at her. Seeing her tempting lips and understanding that this may not be the best decision.

Nico was right.

I do like Annabeth.

And so I give in.

My lips meet hers, the kiss is soft, gentle and so sweet. My eyes shut and I feel her eyelashes on me cheeks as hers flutter closed as well. I felt my stomach fill with butterflies as we kiss, our lips moving together in harmony. Her mouth tastes sweet like sugar and I feel intoxicated, like it's my new drug and I can't get enough.

The whole thing is so beautiful and wonderful and it's a slow kiss, suddenly I am reminded of math jokes and I feel myself smile against her lips. She smiles too and we both pull away.

Her eyes are sparkling and full of amusement. "Percy, I have the highest math grade in my class and I definitely don't need tutoring in elimination."

I chuckle and stare at her in amazement. "Annabeth," I say, liking the feeling of her name on my tongue. "You amaze me more that the Fundamental Theorem of Calculus."

She laughs and I kiss her again because I like doing it. Suddenly, she disappears and I open my eyes. Annabeth had opened the passenger's side door and sat. "Come on, Percy. I need to get home. Tonights a school night."

I grinned at her and made my way to the other side of the car, opening the door and getting in. Just because I like it, I kiss Annabeth for a long time before taking off. Memorizing the way to her house since I had a feeling I'd need the information for the future.

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Annabeth Chase is not a slut.

She isn't anything words can describe her as.

She may be misunderstood, but trust me when I tell you, she does not pay people to bang her, much to Nico's dismay.

Once we started dating for real, I found out that she was actually a virgin and people just liked the occasionally juicy rumor. I asked her why it didn't bother her when people would say these things. She said it's because one day she'll be all famous and successful and rich with a hot husband (me, of course) and they would be the ones who would see her at the ten year reunion and want to throw up because hot damn Annabeth Chase is the most amazing person ever and I am a piece of trash for making fun of her in highschool. At least, that's how she put it.

But when the ten year reunion came around, Annabeth couldn't go because she was busy.

Busy having a child.

My child, actually.

So, uh, wish me luck, I guess. I about to have a child with the worlds most amazing person ever,

Sine-ing out ;)

-Percy Jackson.

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A/N:/ holy o my wow harry potter.

Sorry.

I love this chapter so much.

Percy's aggressive hatred for Annabeth's flawlessness has me dying.

Also math puns o my god.

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