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Math was one of the more difficult subjects in school to most people. The numbers seemed to mix with each other and the letters that now combined with the equations just always seemed to make students brains hurt. Some students easily understood the problem that was given before them, able to stay up during the class lecture in learning about how to solve these sorts of problems, Annabeth Chase was one of them.

“Who would like to come up here and solve this problem?” the teacher, Mr. Brunner asked, looking back at the class gesturing to the problem that was shown on the board before all twenty students in the class. Annabeth was able to read the problem, sitting in the front most seat of the class and the blonde girl raised her hand enthusiastically, a calculated look in the eighteen year old’s gray eyes as she stared at the problem before her. “Ah, Miss Chase!” Mr. Brunner smiled, pleased to see his star pupil wanting to solve the problem and save him the stress of having to call on someone. “Yes, please come up and show the class how to solve the problem.”

Gracefully, the blonde girl slipped out of her seat and walked up the front of the room and taking the white chalk out of the hand of her teacher and began to write down the answer to the problem. Some numbers weren’t too difficult to figure out, Annabeth figured out the system that the equation that Mr. Brunner gave out first was the easiest of the five equations he gave as examples before assigning the calculus class their homework.

In less than a minute, Annabeth was able to knock out the problem and gave the chalk right back to her teacher before promptly sitting back at her desk, wiping her white chalky hands on her sky blue swing skirt as she tuned into the teacher explaining how Annabeth had managed to execute the problem well without any faults.

The gray eyes that had calculated the problem just moments before found themselves flickering down to the blue fabric that sat on her lap as her small nimble fingers began to pick on it in thought. It wasn’t that Annabeth found the class to be a bore, it was just… well if she figured out one problem there was a probability she would be able to easily figure out the rest of the problems. That was just a fact that Annabeth had been able to realize in every class. Everything in this school was far too easy for her brain that managed to get her to become bored easily.

Movement caught the girl at the corner of her eye and Annabeth saw as a small paper airplane landed on her desk and slowly, the young Chase girl lifted her head up and looked over to her left, sitting on the other side of a boy who had his head down and was clearly asleep, to see her best friend Piper McLean looking at her grinning from ear to ear with mischief. Annabeth slowly reached out and grabbed the paper and held it under her desk and opening it up to read the girl’s messy handwriting scrawled onto the wrinkled paper.

Hot dog look at you showing off those math skills , the note read, hearts scattered all over the paper childishly, as the girl so often did showing her affection to her best friend. There was a giggle that erupted from Piper that snapped Mr. Brunner’s attention but he showed no sign that he was going to bother even asking who did so, as Piper and Annabeth seemed to be the only two girls awake in the class and even partially paying attention.

Annabeth shook her head and crumpled the paper up in her hand and threw the paper back at her friend a small smile escaping her lips as she did so and sat back in her seat normally hearing Piper laugh again and cover her hands with her mouth, trying to hide the small giggling fit she was having.

Best friend. That was a person that was often impossible for some people to find in life, someone one could confess all their troubles and emotions to. Being lucky enough to find that person was a miracle in itself and Annabeth was glad she able to call Piper McLean that person. Not to mention, it helped tremendously that the two of them seemed to agree on nearly everything.

Nearly .

Another paper flew on Annabeth’s desk and she jumped a bit in surprise, thinking that Mr. Brunner would have taken notice of what was happening in the front of his class but he did and continued to lecture on, allowing Annabeth to open up the letter once again and try to decipher the code that was Piper McLean’s handwriting.

Sock hop tonight? it asked, a smiling face at the end of the sentence.

Instant guilt began to settle in Annabeth’s stomach, realizing that she had a change of plans, again. Having fun was something all teenagers were supposed to do but if that teenager was Annabeth Chase, having fun was one of the lowest priorities on her list. Her priorities were somewhat mature like, wanting to get on her teachers good side and getting the highest grades possible in her classes to hopefully get accepted into a good college and study architecture, something she had been longing to do since she was a child.

Annabeth looked over at Piper and gently shook her head with a helpless shrug and Piper’s smile dropped in an instant, looking deflated by the mere idea that her best friend would not be flanking at her side, again.

Annabeth winced, guilt ridden and grabbed a paper and began to scribble a note out, her own messy handwriting scrawled on the paper as the ink smudged, the girl having to use her left hand to write out the situation. The blonde girl folded the paper expertly and held it in her hand and launched it through the air towards Piper who reached her hand out to grab it, but instead it landed on a boy’s desk, one that sat between the two girls and he picked up his head sleepily, having heard the soft paper make contact with his wooden desk.

Annabeth cursed softly under her breath.

The boy looked up from his desk and picked the paper up, a deep scowl on his face as he squinted his eyes from the bright light shining through the window into him. Mr. Brunner was turned away and Annabeth reached out and grabbed the paper out of his hand, trying her best to maintain balance as she did so. The boy locked eyes with her for a moment, his sea green eyes widening in surprise and Annabeth, only for a second, admired just how gorgeous they were before she toppled to the ground on her hands and knees, the paper airplane in her hand now crushed beneath her weight.

Naturally, the sound of the chair scraping the tiled floor was enough to awaken the rest of the seventeen students in the class and look at Annabeth who had fallen out of her chair to retrieve a note that had no true significant importance to it. It was something Annabeth could’ve easily just waited to tell Piper after class.

Mr. Brunner turned around fast, hearing the sudden commotion that had occurred in his classroom and slowly his dark brown eyes landed on Annabeth, who slowly began to push herself up, the tips of her ears red with embarrassment as she did so but tried to remain an air of confidence. The eighteen year old gripped the paper still in her hand, debating whether to tell the truth or a lie for Mr. Brunner’s next question.

“Miss Chase,” he said slowly, watching as the young girl began to pick up the other two pieces of paper that had fallen out of her lap when she had toppled to the floor. “Why were you on the floor?”

As gracefully as she could, Annabeth slid back into her desk, her knuckles beginning to turn white by how hard she was gripping the notes that were in her hands. “Well,” Annabeth responded just as slowly, trying her best to stall while she made up a lie, “you see, sir. I noticed that everyone was asleep in the class and thought it would be terribly rude if everyone stayed asleep during the lecture that was clearly very important to the lesson.” Annabeth’s words grew more crisp as she spoke, getting more confident as the lie went on.

“Ah,” he said, clearly not believing a word she was saying. “So you decided that falling out of your chair would be the best move into waking everyone in the class up? I wouldn’t think that as wise, Miss Chase.”

Annabeth shook her head vigorously, clearly agitated that the teacher that taught the class she had the most interest in was mocking her. It shouldn’t have bothered Annabeth, she was lying, but she wanted to gain his trust now. Now it meant something.

“That’s not at all what I had in mind, sir!” she protested, a little meekly. “You see, I was trying to wake the students up individually while you weren’t looking because I was worried you might have been upset that I was talking during the lesson.”

The calculus teacher flicked his eyes over to Piper for a moment but nodded his head for the star student of the class to continue her explanation. Piper was grinning, clearly enjoying the elaborate story her friend was telling.

“So,” Annabeth continued, “I decided to start off here,” she gestured to the sea green eyed boy who sat beside her, “with Mr. . .” The words seemed to die off of Annabeth’s lips clearly at loss for what the name of the boy might be. She’d heard it plenty of times before. Girls fawned over him for the type of boy he was, the leather jacket he wore with the symbol of a face of the women that was clearly Medusa, the woman able to turn a man to stone when looking directly at her, a woman whose stories were told to Annabeth at a young age.

“Jackson,” the boy said, noting Annabeth’s silence and going along with this white lie she was elaborating far too long on. “Percy Jackson.”

“Right,” Annabeth said, her face now beginning to burn with embarrassment. “Percy,” Annabeth repeated, trying the name on her lips for a moment. “He can confirm I was just trying to get his attention during the lecture so he could pay attention…” Annabeth looked at him quietly, her calculating gray eyes narrowing at him dangerously. “Right, Percy?”

It was a bit ironic to Annabeth that his name was Percy, after the Greek hero that lived even past the battles he had won. He was one of the few heroes in Greek mythology that lived to see another day. It was a pretty name. Annabeth found herself also seeing what was written on the jacket above the picture of the Medusa Head, it was in Greek but Annabeth was able to read it with ease. Learning Greek was something that came almost as a second nature to her.

Οι Ολυμπιονίκες

The Olympians.

“Right,” Percy agreed, with an affirmative nod of his head and shooting a side glance over at Annabeth, with a small mischievous smile.

“I see,” Mr. Brunner said, letting a few seconds of silence pass.

Annabeth looked at Piper, who was looking at Percy dangerously, a cunning look in her eye like she didn’t trust him. She had good reason to as well, after all he was one of the reasons Piper convinced Annabeth to never trust boys.

“Well, Percy and Annabeth, while that was a fascinating story you both managed to pull off, I would advise you to not do that again.” His gaze looked over at the rest of the class. “I would advise the rest of you to not fall asleep in my class, to avoid a disruption like this ever happening again.”

Annabeth sighed inwardly in relief, believing she had gotten off the hook as Mr. Brunner began to continue writing on the board, the next example to teach to the class. That was until she heard the words that brought a chill down her spine. Ten words she had heard before but they had never been directed at her.

“Both of you, stay after class when the bell rings.”