[A/N] Hey guys! This is a new story that I suddenly came up with and hope you guys enjoy it! I don't own Percy Jackson, Rick Riordan does and please review! Reviews make me in a better mood to update! ;)

Summary: Annabeth Chase was your average, stereotypical geek and basically as boring as they get. That was, until a Greek spirit from hundreds of years ago shows up and decided to stalk her, turning her life upside down. Funny how that one chance encounter could change everything she has ever known. AU

Chapter 1

Night had fallen and the first snowflake of winter dances across the sky and lands on a certain grey-eyed blonde absorbed in sketching a magnificent building she had just seen and did not want to forget. For about an hour and a half, she had been looking at nothing but her sketchbook but the shocking cold of the snowflake made her look up.

She smiled. It was the first time it had snowed in nearly half a decade and deciding to enjoy the nice weather, she slammed her sketchbook shut after a few alterations here and there. But not before her drawing was blown out of her hands by a gale wind. Drat, she cursed before stuffing her sketchbook into her bag. Served her right for using a loose piece of paper.

She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. Quickening her pace, she strode through the fast forming snow banks and could care less if her denim jeans were soaked. She needed to get that drawing. She would be damned if she let nearly two hours of work get away from her that easily. She looked and looked for quite a while too until she stepped on something round, bronze and shiny. Letting out a loud squeal, she tripped and fell flat on her bum. Moaning from the pain, she picked herself up gingerly and checked herself for any injuries. So far, so good.

Looking back at the thing she had stepped on, she realised that it was a bronze fountain pen. Picking it up, she scrutinised it carefully and saw the word "RIPTIDE" engraved on to its side. It was by far one of the finest fountain pens she had ever seen. She would have pocketed it, if not for the fact that she already had too many at home. She muttered its name and still annoyed by the unexpected fall this pen had caused her, she lazily threw it over her shoulder onto the ground.

However, when she went back to searching the floor for her lost paper, she was instantaneously greeted by two pale, bare feet. She blinked and looked up. Only to be greeted by a handsome raven haired, green-eyed boy with a frown marring his handsome facial features. But this was not what puzzled her.

What was strange was that he was not wearing any footwear smack dab in the middle of winter where there was potential snowfall and it was about negative five degrees outside. Was he crazy? And to top it all off, he was wearing bronze Greek armour. Helmet with blue plumes and all. His armour was very intricately decorated, just like the waves of the ocean. Personally, she loved the sea. It was mysterious, unexpected and untameable. Something she wished she herself could be one day. But first, she would have to get ris of that annoyingly shy attitude of hers. Anyway, back to the boy.

Was he some sort of cosplayer? Maybe a Greek history fanatic? Or was there possibly a Helen and Troy enactment going on around here? Because this boy could qualify hands down. He looked about my age, which was fifteen this year. For some unknown reason, he was looking quite irate and pissed at somebody. Specifically, me, she thought.

Picking up the pen she had tripped on, he dusted it off and took off the cap. Annabeth jumped when that seemingly harmless pen transformed in the blink of an eye into an ancient bronze sword which was just about an inch away from her. The boy unblinkingly inspected the sword for any damage and scowled when he saw a slight dent near the tip. His expression changed from irritated to surprised when he saw my bewildered expression.

"You… can you actually see me?" He asked cautiously after capping the sword which surprisingly shrank back into a pen once more and instantly, her curiosity pricked up.

"Umm… yeah? Am I not supposed to?" she asked warily, somewhat unsure of her own answer.

Giving no answer, this weird boy eyed her up and down. Fidgeting, Annabeth felt uncomfortable under his intense gaze. It was not like the ones perverts at school gave you. It was more like the one a teacher gives you when trying to evaluate you on the first day of school. But even so, it was not very pleasant considering he was an absolute stranger. Then, he began to circle her, eyebrows raised. This troubled her more than it should have so she swerved around and gave him a blank stare.

"…Are you sure?" What the hell did he mean by that?

"Well, of course I am sure, dumbass. What could you possibly be that I can't see? A ghost?" She asked sarcastically, not noticing that said boy stiffened and flinched. When he did not reply after a minute or so, Annabeth grew impatient and rolling her eyes, she walked past him, brushing against his shoulder to resume her search for her drawing. As she moved forward, she could hear footsteps behind her. Without turning around, she asked him if he was following her.

"Congratulations! We have a winner! Thank you, Captain Obvious." His annoying reply came. Feeling anger boiling up inside of her, she stomped a few paces forward before he asked another question with that infuriatingly smug voice of his. "Just what is it that you're looking for, anyway?" Sighing, Annabeth used the technique of counting to ten to calm herself down that always worked. "It's none of your business."

Suddenly, there was a familiar crinkling of paper coming from behind. Whirling around, she saw the annoying boy holding the goddamn piece of paper that she had been looking for all this time. Well, that technique was rubbish anyway. Feeling her anger boil over, she exploded, "You've been holding it this whole bloody time! Give it here!" She reached up and tried to snatch the paper away from him but he was much taller than her anyway so it was useless.

Curling her hands into fists, Annabeth could practically feel the steam pouring out of her ears as she watched the boy tauntingly wave the paper in her face, only to snatch it back when she reached out to grab it. Growling, she launched herself high into the air, higher than she usually would be able to and grabbed the paper. Triumphantly, she basked in her moment of glory… before she failed the landing and fell onto the stranger instead.

So it ended up with Annabeth lying on top of the boy who was lying on the snow-covered ground in the middle of a deserted park. With the snowflakes falling and their flushed cheeks, it looked like something like a scene from a cheesy chick flick. With the exception of the boy's weird armour, of course.

They stared into each other's eyes: sea-green meeting stormy grey. They stayed like that for a long time, each of them caught up in their own thoughts. But the same thing that was going through both of their minds even if they did not realise it yet was that they were already falling for each other. Hard.

When her thoughts got themselves in check, Annabeth scrambled off of the boy. Sitting cross-legged on the cold ground, her butt was freezing but she could have cared less. She hung her head, golden bangs falling across her face to luckily shield her heavy blush from the boy. Said boy was also blushing but recovered more quickly so instead, he was sitting and staring at Annabeth like a doofus while still laying sprawled out on the ground.

"What's your name?" He asked her. Caught by the surprise question, Annabeth did not reply and just stared at him, her grey eyes wide. Sitting up, he sighed deeply and sat next to her, awaiting her answer. Instinctively, Annabeth started to shift away from him, only to have him move even closer until they were pressed up against each other. As a last stand that still epically failed, she turned her gaze away from his handsome, chiselled features , only to have him move his face closer to hers.

When he repeated his question softly once more, Annabeth rolled her eyes. "It's Annabeth Chase. Happy?" she finally muttered. Smiling that charming smile of his once more, the boy noticed that she had been looking at the pen in his hand for a while. "Do you know what this is?" he asked cheerfully. "A pen that can change into a sword?" He smirked and whispered into her ear. His warm breath against her ear in this kind of weather made her shiver. "No… Well, actually that is somewhat right. This is a magic sword from ancient Greece crafted by my frenemy Zoe that can change into a seemingly harmle pen." Her guard went up when she heard a girl's name as she asked who that girl was.

What she did not expect was his answer. "She's dead." A silence enveloped the two. Deciding to break the silence, Annabeth said, "Yeah. And that piece of paper you were hiding from me? It is a magical piece of paper that makes anything you write on it come true." "Really?" He asked, eyes lighting up in excitement like a five-year-old kid. Rolling her eyes, Annabeth whacked him upside the head and stated bluntly, "Are you crazy, or what?"

The boy stuck out his tongue at her and feigned a glare as he chuckled. "What would happen if when you wake up tomorrow and I am in your room. Would you believe everything I'm saying?" Annabeth shook her head and laughed at the crazy teen in front of her. "As if!" she exclaimed.

"What if I really did?" he asked seriously. And something in his tone of voice actually made her want to consider it. She thought back to her deserted house. Her father and step mother were bringing her step-brothers to a comic convention so the house would be deserted for the weekend if he really did find a way to miraculously find his way to her room. And since that day was Friday, she saw no harm in taking up the silly bet.

Superiorly, she said, "Name your price." He serenely asked if he could be a guest at her house for the whole winter. Smirking, Annabeth held out her hand and said, "Game on." With that, she stood up and walked away with the paper still clutched in her hand. After a couple of metres, she turned back and to her surprise, the kid was gone. Shaking her head, Annabeth continued on her journey home, reminiscing on what a weird encounter it had been.

Although, she would probably never see they guy again as long as she did not return to this park. After all, just to what extent can this guy do as he says?

END OF CHAPTER