Let me just start by saying I own nothing. I know this will be a little bit out of character. I also know this might get a bit cheesy at times. Just shut up and enjoy it. This all started in study hall. Plus, I don't know why they would show up, they just do. You'll find out what I mean by that later.

Percy's POV

"Mr. Jackson!" Dr. Boring snapped.

I said something really intelligent, like, "Uh…" Dr. Boring held the bridge of his nose and shook his head slowly.

"What is the difference between and adjective and an adverb?" he asked me.

"Um… Yes?" I replied.

The class laughed. "Were you paying attention, Mr. Jackson?" It wasn't a question. I shook my head anyway.

"Oh my gods, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth's voice yell-whispered. I yelped and jumped. I know, manly.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Jackson?" my English teacher asked.

"Yeah, Perseus," sneered Cody Dineen, "is there a problem?" I gave him my deluxe I'll-kill-you-later glare. Ever since he found out about my full name, he hadn't let me hear the end of it. Plus I was already on watch for knocking him out the first time he called me Perseus. He was unnaturally tall, with acne covering his whole face. Also, he had this weird beard thing on his neck without a single hair on his chin or face. In short, the girls didn't exactly love him.

"No, sir, my chair just shocked me. Badly," I excused. Annabeth kicked my calf from the "empty" desk next to me. She had her Yankees cap on, making her invisible. Dr. Boring went on teaching and Annabeth stole my notebook. It turned invisible as soon as she had her hands around it. I tried to pretend I didn't notice it. I learned if you act like something magic isn't happening, usually mortals think it's not.

Suddenly it appeared on my desk with writing on it. Hey, I'm here for a month. Or something to that general effect; it was in Ancient Greek. I replied in the same language: Where? I could see the line of graphite as she wrote. Some hotel. I don't know. Does it matter?

It might.

Whatever, Seaweed Brain. Your teacher is watching you.

I looked up. Sure enough, he was. Crap. "Mr. Jackson, what are you writing?" Dr. Boring asked. I tore the page out of my notebook and crumpled it up. He narrowed his eyes and walked over to me. Crap, crap, crap. "Hand it over," he commanded. I was immediately glad that we had written in another language. Dr. Boring straightened the paper. His eyebrows shot up, and I sunk in my desk guiltily. "What language is this?" he asked.

I gulped. "Ancient Greek," I whispered. The whole class laughed at me.

Even Dr. Boring let out a chuckle. "Fine, then please, do us a favor, and read it out loud, in Ancient Greek."

So I did it. Perfectly. The whole room was shocked. "Where did you learn that?" he asked.

I just smiled. Then Annabeth kicked me in the leg again. "Uh… Paul taught me some," I said. He handed the note back to me. That was close, I wrote.

Tell me about it.

So, wanna get pizza later?

Before she could answer, the bell rang. Next class was the last of the day. I waited by my locker until the hallways were clear. "Hey, Wise Girl, come out now," I whispered. She suddenly appeared right behind me. She was in a Goode High School uniform. "Where did you get that?" I asked.

She shrugged like it was no big deal. "I had a Hermes kid lift it a while ago. I figured you would probably need my help, and I would need to blend in," she told me.

"Okay, well, I'm already late for my next class; do you want to come with?"

"Sure," she said. "Better than being bored." I rolled my eyes at her. She grinned at me.