Hi Guys! I'm back! And to start off, I wanna say THANK YOU to all who actually read my stories and took a portion of their time to favorite, follow and review. Truly! It's a really great boost for an author. Well, back to this. I'm trying to make another lengthy story but I'm gonna ask first before if you liked it. I mean, isn't it pointless to write something that no one wants? So, try to make a review if I should pursue on this 'cause I'm gonna need you guys in the journey. WEEEELLLL, Adios!

P.S. For those who are worrying, this is a Percabeth story. Yeah.

A sleek and classic black car stopped in front of the 90-storey building. Rumors and hushed talkings erupted from the employees staying at the lobby, gushing and whispering about the newly-hired model architect. Some said that she'd been hired by the most famous of companies and firms, graduating with the highest of honors at such a young age. Not only was she wise and smart, but she's also gifted in the physical sense. Many have envied her natural beauty and others have tried and failed to win her heart. Although, one did actually succeed, but he's Jason Grace, the perfect companion and the name behind every young girl's dream. With her all too excellent qualities, most if not all, believed that she is the complete embodiment of perfection.

As soon as the passenger door opened, everyone had stopped, their eyes glued to the owner of the black stilettos until she finally emerged.

There, standing outside the double glass doors of the building, in her all gloriousness, a hand bag clutched in her left hand, golden curls slowly swaying and dancing with the wind, she drew out her sunglasses, revealing the all-too famous silvery eyes of Annabeth Chase.

Annabeth smirked internally at the sight before her. At the young age of 23, she had her own fair share of entertainments that these dropped jaws and wide eyes didn't seem to amuse her anymore. Sure, she was glad, but these special attentions always came as total package with her being perfect.

She walked with an aura of confidence towards the building and she was met by a chorus of "Oh my gosh, that's the real Annabeth Chase" or "That's the real Annabeth Chase! She's so perfect!" A thankful smile slipped in her face as she shook hands to who Annabeth presumed were the executives in the company.

After the contract signing and briefly entertaining her fans, she dragged herself up to her new office, where her new projects were waiting. She's supposed to meet Jason here and-

"Hey, Annabeth."

Talk about Jason Grace. Always at the right time. Always at the exact moment.

"Oh Jason," Annabeth greeted as she gave him a peck and a hug.

Jason Grace.

The heir to Zeus' Corporates, the man in every girl's dream, the charming and intelligent CEO of Grace Thunderbolts, and Annabeth Chase's current perfect boyfriend.

Jason has the perfect body built, his taut muscles flexing everytime he moved

He's bulky, but not so much as his tall stature overshadowed it. His cleanly cut blonde hair described his organized personality and those sparkling blue eyes charmed everyone in sight. He's the modern day's Prince Charming, which made Annabeth more likely his Princess (not a damsel in distress, she'd certainly kick in you in the groin if you tell her that). Which kind of reminded Annabeth of the fact that she's got a new judo class schedule. She'd have to remember to stop by there, later.

"So. . . how's the new workplace? Like it?" Jason asked, as he flipped on her blueprint designs, analyzing each strokes.

"Great. I got a warm welcome," she answered.

Jason smiled at her and took her hands in his. He intertwined his hand with hers as he pressed a kiss to each of her fingers.

"It's good to hear that you're adapting well here. I'd finally have peace about thinking of you," he uttered.

Annabeth twisted her body to face him. "You know very that I can take care of myself. You don't have to worry while you're overseas. I'll call and text and email you everyday."

"I know but-" At the pointed look Annabeth gave him, he easily retracted his sentence. "Yeah, well. You're Annabeth, anyway," Jason agreed.

He wrapped his arms around her torso and rested his chin on one of her shoulders. "I'm going to miss you, darling."

"I'll miss you too."

After a goodbye kiss and a few reminders, Jason fled out of the room and Annabeth was left to rearrange her thoughts.

Jason would be leaving tonight for a company convention on the other side of the world for a whole month, which meant Annabeth was to stay here in New York, companionless. Of course, she's got a judo class to relieve her boredom every other day.

And though it may not seem likely, Annabeth felt that at some point of time, living up the perfect life facade was turning to be dull. The rush and excitement of life we're extinguished from her daily activities, leaving her with nothing but a dummy of perfection. Her existence felt like a rollercoaster track without any loops or sidetracks, just a plain and dreary straight line.

And Jason Grace. His all-too flawless nature made Annabeth want to gag, not because she hated him or anything, but she's too fed up of their whole almost ephemeral existence. Even though Annabeth Chase was far from the definition of 'romantic', she didn't have to be a daughter of Aphrodite to know that what she felt for Jason isn't love. The guy's actually too good to be true and Annabeth had adored him for a time or two, but it was never love. And try as she might, she can never picture himself marrying him, because love was never to be forced unless she wanted to be found crying her heart out in the corner. She had never loved him as a partner. But, as a brother? Sure.

When she's done overthinking her feelings, Annabeth drove to the institute while humming to some pop song on the radio. Her car's window was rolled down, letting the cold night breeze whizzed past her curls.

At the blink of the red light, Annabeth stopped and a black maserati pulled up next to her.

"Nice car you got there, honey," the voice in her right said, who happened to be the driver of the black maserati. He's cute (well, hot, but that might be pushing it) with his rumpled black hair, bright sea green eyes and lopsided grin.

"Thanks. But, I don't entertain black maserati drivers," Annabeth replied as she rolled her window up and dashed forward, leaving the guy in the mercy of her car's dust and ashes.

By the time she arrived at the place, Annabeth noticed the same black maserati parked next to her car. What a coincidence.

"Hey Chiron," Annabeth greeted the sensei, who's watching over the trainees.

Chiron was the best teacher one could ever ask for, and despite his age, he could still fairly kick your butt in the training. (This was proven enough. Annabeth had witnessed it far too many times.)

"Ms. Chase," Chiron acknowledged her.

"Good evening, sensei. I came over to get my new training schedule. Perhaps, even meet my sparring partner for the upcoming battle."

"Ah, sure thing child. If I must remember, I believe your first session starts now. Do you have your clothes with you?"

Annabeth grinned at him. "Yeah. I have it here."

"Very good, then. We'd start later after this," Chiron gestured to the students across the gym. "Your sparring partner would be Mr. Jackson. He was just here a couple of minutes ago and-Mr. Jackson!"

A tall and lean man glanced back and jogged towards their place.

Annabeth's face morphed into something like recognition then shock. She quickly masked it with an impassive expression. The guy smirked at her. She rolled her eyes.

"Miss Chase, your sparring partner, Mr. Jackson."

This uncute man with the ruffled black hair, bright sea green eyes and a lopsided grin-was her sparring partner? No way.

"Hi, Ms. 'I don' t talk to blsck maserati gorgeous drivers'."

"You quoted me wrongly. What I said was, 'I don't entertain black maserati drivers'. And I intend to repeat it again. So please, if you don't mind, you're in my way."

She stalked off, leaving him again this time to listen on the clink and clank of her heels on the floor.

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