This is my first fanfic so please go gentle on me, and no flames only constructive criticism.

I noticed that there aren't a lot of marching band fanfic on Percy Jackson so I figured why don't I make one? PERCABETH!

Warning: slight ooc

Summary: Annabeth Chase was the captain of her champion colorguard team. However, when she had to move to New York a week after school starts, she is forced to restart in a school that is said to have the best marching band but the worst colorguard team. This is the beginning of her journey at Goode High School where she is asked to be the new captain of a failing and chaotic colorguard team. However, along the way she must go against a drumline who has a rivalry with the guard and their captain with jet-black hair and sea green eyes. But before they realize it, sparks will fly between them and this will test the number one unwritten rule in marching band, a guard can't date a drummer.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or marching band.

Enjoy!

"Welcome to Goode High School" were the first words I saw when I pulled up to the parking lot of the school. It sounded inviting and welcoming but I didn't see anything good about this school or me flying across the country just for my dad's job. Unfortunately, we can't always get what we want—case in point, I was here now for my senior year, instead of at home in Frisco for my last marching season.

You know, parents have really good timing: they finished moving in on the second week of school, thus making me stand out as the obvious new kid. I had dreaded this day ever since my parents broke the news that we would be moving to New York the weekend after the end of band camp. Obviously, I was not ecstatic about this; my life was perfect back in San Francisco. I had been the captain of my undefeated colorguard team, but now my worst enemy, Calypso, has taken the spot for herself.

So now I was here, a complete newbie.

The halls were big with bright colors and motivational posters that it made it difficult to stay mad. If I wasn't so bummed about moving, I would've loved to look at this as a new opportunity.

As I toured the main hallway of the school, a huge cabinet on my right caught my eye. Inside were pictures, medals, certificates, and trophies of the school's marching band. 'The Demigod Marchers,' a vigorous-sounding name. The pictures featured the band on field with their red and gold marching uniform during competitions and football games. This band was award winning? Since when? It fascinated me that I was attending a school with an award winning marching band, a new phenomenon in my experience.

But wait, where was the picture of the color guard? There was none whatsoever. Color guard could be underappreciated sometimes—as unfair as that was—but when a school has a massive marching band like this one there was no excuse to not have a color guard team as well. I could be biased, being a former captain, but this was ridiculous nonetheless.

I left to get my schedule at the front office before I got even more pissed off. Surprisingly, the scary old secretary handed me a note asking me to meet with the school's band director. My mind ran through every explanation possible. The marching band cabinet and the lack of colorguard recognition lingered on my mind for a second, so I tried to put the three of them together. Unfortunately, I failed to think of a plausible explanation, since I knew next to nothing about my new school. I left for the band room as my curiosity gnawed away at me.

The room's exterior captivated me. In fact, it wasn't even a room, it was a building. The exterior of the band room was quite a scene to look. Everything screamed music and performing arts. These things back at home would've looked embarrassing and uncommon. Sadly I got too hypnotized with the work and didn't noticed that I bumped into a wall dropping my bag in the process. However it was a wall that I bumped into. When I looked up it was a really attractive boy with a muscular build, dark black hair, and gorgeous sea green eyes. You are getting way to ahead of yourself, Annabeth.

"Excuse me," he said absentminded. The boy continued standing there in front of me looking into the distance. His face showed signs of disgust and hatred.

It took all of my will to stop staring at him. Instead, I stayed sitting there wondering if he was going to help me up, but he didn't seem to notice me and left without another word. Rude jackass, I thought. I got myself up instead picked up my things and walked into the band room.

The inside of the room was breathtaking. There were at least three times more of the trophies and medals on the walls of the room than the cabinet and the instrument were shiny and nicely polished. I stared in amazement and it seems like new trophies would appear from nowhere whenever I look away.

"Hello….hello? Just what do you think you're doing here?" A voice interrupted my thoughts. A man wearing a Hawaiian shirt whom I am assuming was the band director was sitting in a table in front of the white board. He looked down at a paper he was holding and his eyes widened as if he realized something. "Oh, you must be Annabelle?"

"Annabeth Chase," I said with a nod.

"It's Annabeth Chase, sir" he grunted, irritating me. "I am Mr. D, and only call me Mr. D. I am the band director here at this snot nosed school.

"Yes sir."

"Have a seat, I would like to talk to you about something. Oh, and if you would please do not act stuck up and spoiled like the rest."

Rest? I thought as I sat down on a chair with a curious looking face. What the hell is wrong with this school?

"As you can see from the walls around the room that my marching band is award winning and as the director I would like to continue it, but that is not possible with the colorguard that I have," he said straight to the point.

"Okay what does that have to do with me?" I asked.

"Well you're a smart girl and were captain of your old team aren't you? At least I hope you are from the looks of your file here," Mr. D said holding up a folder.

It took me a while, what does he possibly want with me? Yes their team isn't strong but I'm nothing, just a former captain of a team that is on the other side of the country. But it then came to me.

"You want me to lead your colorguard?"

"Ding, ding, ding, you are correct!"

"But why me? Don't you have a guard instructor or something? I mean, I'm new here, don't even know the team yet, and I didn't go to your band camp either." I was completely shocked on what was happening.

"To answer your first question, you were captain of your old team right? So leading this team shouldn't be a problem for you. And the thing about the guard instructor is that we have gone through seven different instructors the past three years. Now that all of the remaining good members graduated last year, I am desperate to keep my reputation." Mr. D explained to me.

He stood up with hands behind his back and walked back and forth. "You see, the Demigod Marchers have had a long rivalry with Senatus High School in San Francisco and their marching band, the Roman Marchers. You should know about them considering that you are from there." I did know about them. Their marching band runs like a military. They are strict, but are considered one of the best in the west coast and are amazing on the field. "They have beaten us at championships for the past three year. Therefore, I want to make it up for the seniors who haven't felt what it is like to be champs. That is where you come in. I want you to lead the colorguard team and win championships." Mr. D stops and looks at me.

This was all too much for me to handle and take in.

"But before you say anything, just think about this. You've had a champion colorguard before, but not a champion marching band. If you fix up the team and put them with my marching band, we will be unstoppable." Mr. D was grinning widely making him look like Cheshire the Cat from Alice and Wonderland. "Also it will look better on college applications, wont it?" Mr. D sat back down on his chair and opened his mouth to say more but he did not.

That's true, if we win I could get a scholarship to an architecture school. But this was an all or nothing deal. Should I risk it?

Hell yes…

"I'll do it" I said smiling and brought my hand out to shake his.

"Great! I'll change your schedule for you to have guard with us fourth period. Also, we have additional practice everyday on the field from 3 to 6 and our show is Phantom of the Opera."

"Thanks, but I would like to see the band and the guard first for myself. Also, I would like it if you don't say anything to anybody until after school."

"Oh of course, of course…" Mr. D hesitated and I got the sudden feeling he is hiding something. "See you after school Annabelle."

"Actually sir its An-" I wasn't able to finish because the warning bell rang for first period so I left to my locker.

Okay, so what just happened? Did I just get assigned as the captain of this colorguard? That little moment passed by way too fast for me to think properly. And I must not forget who that rude, ignorant yet muscularly built guy was; just the thought of him got my blood boiling. I need to know what the hell his problem was because it was clear that he had one. I only knew that this morning was not the morning that I expected to have on my first day of school.

I rounded at the corning of the building, getting lost a few times but managed to find my first period class, which was English and sat beside a girl with black spiky hair and blue eyes.

"Um is this seat taken?" I asked as I pointed to a seat beside her.

"Nope it's empty. You new here?" Thalia asked.

"Yeah, Annabeth Chase." I brought out my hand to shake hers.

"Cool, I'm Thalia Grace," she asked. Well this is nice, making friends on my first day.

A guy with dark hair came towards our way. "Hey, drum major" he said and took the seat in front of Thalia.

"Hey, Nico" Thalia said.

"You're a drum major?" I asked. Great the first person I meet and it happens to be the drum major.

"Yup, I'm the drum major, the first girl drum major for the Demigod Marchers actually."

"Yeah and I'm low brass section leader" Nico said as if it wasn't a big deal.

At that moment, the teacher walked in to start the lesson.

The day past and it was already lunchtime. The whole day I prayed to myself not to encounter with my rude, sea green eyed stranger. With my lucky, however, and being caught up with my own thoughts, I accidently bumped into someone again. Luckily, this one did not have much of an impact because it was a red headed girl.

"Watch it," she snapped at me. What's up her butt?

I was about to make a clever comment back but somebody behind beat me to it.

"Why don't you watch it, Rachel?" I turned around and found Thalia behind me with her hands on her hips.

"Oh you're with these band geeks? I feel sorry for you, but as long as you're not with the guard that's okay," Rachel said to me with fakeness written all over her face.

"Just give it a rest, Rachel." Thalia's eyes were fuming with anger from Rachel's tease.

Thalia grabbed my arm and took me away from the scene.

"What did she mean by not being in guard?" I wanted to know why Rachel said that.

Thalia was hesitant to answer but she did a few seconds later. "Look, the guard is a laughing stock at this school. It's made up of outsiders, misfits, and sluts who just want to get out of P.E. Also, don't worry about Rachel, she's just the head cheerleader and she's all words but no actions." Thalia was looking at the ground with a frown on her face and it was obvious she was holding back information.

However, I had more situations to worry about because I didn't know what infuriated me most was the fact that the guard is just a good laugh to the school or who is in the team? I calmed myself down in enough time before I could rise up anymore suspicions.

I stayed quiet and walked with Thalia to the cafeteria.

Ooo Page Break ooO

I managed to survive the day and it was afterschool. I thanked the gods that my day ended with a no cute, sea green eyed stranger or a red headed devil. I made my way to the football field which was not hard to miss considering that it was huge. I got to the top of the stadium and looked down to see the band spread out into sections. There were about forty woodwinds players, fifty brass players, twenty on front ensemble, and twenty in the drumline. This was twice as big as the band back at home. Then the guard showed up, of about thirty members, with their equipment. My eyes widened by what they were wearing. Most of them were wearing short skirts and revealing shirts. I immediately scowled and flinched at the thought of wearing that kind of clothing to practice. Now that needs to be changed.

Some of the girls were looking toward the drumline batting their eyes and sending flirty gestures, especially to a boy on the snare with his back facing me whom I guessed was the captain. Thalia wasn't kidding about the group being sluts...

The whole band, drumline, and guard started their warm up. It sounded great until I turned my attention to the guard and it was an absolute mess. I can't believe what I agreed myself too and that I'm an idiot to actually agreeing to it.

When they stopped, I saw the drumline was laughing and snickering at the guard. That really got on my nerves. But what was more upsetting was that the person who was laughing and mocking the guard the most was the drum captain who turned to face me. I nearly fell out of my chair when I noticed it was the person who bumped into me this morning that didn't bother to help me up. Yes the cute boy with jet-black hair and sea green eyes…

Well there it is the first chapter and sorry if there is any grammar or spelling mistakes.

What is Mr. D hiding? How will the band react when they see Annabeth?

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