A/N: Hey kids! So I haven't really been active on this site for a really long time.. But I decided it'd be a great time to start the comeback era. ;) So I don't own this stuff blah blah and rating is T for language and content. I'm making this sound really bad, but it's like a John Green book, okay? So if you can read that, you can read this. Read on, because Percabeth awaits y'all!

Disclaimer: PS sexting is a serious topic and I'm in no way promoting it at all. Don't do it kids! (it never ends well..)

How it all happened…

You know those mini heart attack moments you get when you can't find your phone in your pocket, when you're waiting in line for a roller coaster, or when your teacher calls on you and you don't know the answer? Yeah, another common example would be sending a Snapchat to the wrong person. Like, completely the wrong human being.

"Shit, shit, shit." I half whispered, half screamed down at my phone, doing literally everything I could to stop the picture from sending. Of course, it didn't work and I ended up throwing my phone at the wall when I saw that it had been delivered. Poof. Gone into cyberspace.

How could I have screwed up something as simple as sending a Snapchat to my boyfriend? A revealing one too, just to make things better.. In my defense, Snapchat places the 'Needs Love' category right below your best friends to get shit like this to happen.

I picked up my phone to see if Percy had opened it yet. The little arrow was now empty meaning Percy had already viewed a picture of me naked. My eyes widened when I saw that he'd taken a screenshot too! Like, really Percy, was that little click of two buttons necessary?

I started feeling really nervous. What if this picture got leaked? My reputation would be completely ruined. Let me just say, my reputation is as clean as a wine glass in a dish soap commercial. I was not about to be ruined over something as trashy as leaked nudes.

Why did it have to be Percy? Percy Jackson was a nobody and I should not of even had his Snapchat. I only had him as a contact in my phone because we were lab partners sophmore year, but we hadn't talked since, as I climbed up the ladder and began taking AP courses, and he was doomed to repeat Chemistry. He wasn't well liked by our classmates either. He could be summed up simply as just some skater who listened to his music too loud and was almost always late to class, or even worse not there at all. Maybe, because he was unpopular, I could hopefully manipulate him into believing this whole event never took place? It was worth a shot.

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The next day, I woke up at 6:30 AM sharp, took a shower, ate a bowl of raisin bran, (shut up, I know it's old people cereal.) put on a skirt, laced up my brown boots, and headed out the door with at least 10 minutes to spare. But, Annabeth Chase was on a mission. (If you would call retrieving lost nudes a mission..)

After the thankfully brief drive to school, I headed out to find Percy Jackson. I ignored the greetings of my friends and acquaintances and went on a direct search for Percy. I was pretty sure he rode the bus to school. Since it was rare to see a senior on the big yellow bus, I remembered noticing him on it once.

Then, I waited. I stood with my back against the brick wall of the school, and waited for Percy to get off the bus. After 5 minutes or so, I saw a shaggy mop of thick black hair stroll off the bus. Yep, although I hadn't spoken with him in two years, I was sure it was Percy.

When I rehearsed in the mirror last night, I had planned on politely asking him for his phone, but, somehow I got caught up in the moment and ended up dragging Percy Jackson by his t-shirt and pinning him up against the wall? Ok, sometimes I snap. We all do. Ugh.

"What the hell!?" Percy protested, double chin showing due to the compromising position i held him in.

I scowled, "Don't even try to play dumb, ok. You know what I'm talking about."

"Ok, ok, I know you're here to talk about the picture. Just can you let go of my shirt?." I noticed then how tight a grip I had and quickly let go, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry." I mumbled and smoothed my hands over my skirt nervously. "Wait! I shouldn't be apologizing! You're the one who," I lowered my voice down to a whisper, afraid that some bystander would overhear. "Screenshotted my snapchat."

He shrugged and adjusted his Greenday shirt, "You're the one who sent it! What did you expect? I mean, I had no idea you were into me like that." He wiggled his eyebrows.

And I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, well clearly, it was not meant for your pervy eyes ok.. So I'd appreciate it if you never spoke a word of this and deleted it from your photos." I tried to speak authoritatively, like Judge Judy. (That woman's voice could alone could make me admit to a crime I didn't commit.)

He stepped away from the brick wall and circled around me predatorily, "The way I see it, it's not everyday Annabeth Chase, the hottest girl in school, sends nudes to the wrong guy-"

"-It isn't any day!" I interrupted, ignoring the 'sort of compliment.'

He shushed me and continued on with a conversation that I was really beginning to regret, "Trust me, it's not like I want to leak your nudes, that'd really really suck. But, one could say it's civil duty you know, as I'm unpopular and you're well, Annabeth Chase.." There was a hint of venom dripping off my name.

"That makes zero fucking sense," I shrieked. I was starting to feel a bit nervous now. What would happen if the picture got out? Would a guy like Percy really do something like this to me? He seemed so nice and gentle in school, sitting in the back of the class and not bothering anyone. (except the teacher when he didn't know what page we were on) I guess you really shouldn't trust anyone who unironically listens to Weezer.

"How about this, I'll strike up a deal with you, Annabeth." He offered. I sensed nothing good was going to come from this..

"I'm not having sex with you!"

His eyes widened at my offer, "Who said anything about sex?"

"Okay then, what is it?" I still expected him to say something dirty. What else would a boy possibly want from me?

Percy flashed a smile, "You have to be my indentured servant."

"Indentured servant? What the hell does that even mean?" Thoughts of the pilgrims and colonization of America flashed through my mind.

"Yeah, my servant. Synonyms include; helper, attendant, lackey, bitch. You have to do stuff for me. I don't have a car, so you drive me to school. Maybe if I'm not feeling an essay one night, you could help me with it? A date to prom perhaps?"

Percy's green eyes twinkled. He'd found something better than leaking my nudes, he'd found a way to make me look like an idiot and him not like a jerk who leaked nudes. Leaking my nudes would give him 15 seconds of fame, but this was eternal. He was able to string me along and play me like his personal violin.

"So, essentially you're blackmailing me?" I did admire his thinking.. but still, imagine what everyone would think when they saw me driving Percy Jackson, a nobody, to school everyday. Even worse, Prom! "Care to explain what happens if I don't be your bitch?"

He waved his hand in a goodbye gesture. "Your nudes go onto the internet. Poof. Out there for the whole world to see."

"Shit." I whispered, not really wanting either of the two to happen. "Fine, I'll be your stupid servant. Happy now?" (I certainly wasn't)

He grinned and picked up his skateboard. "Ecstatic. Now hurry up, or you'll be late to class."

Humph! Percy Jackson telling me I'd be late to class? Not happening.

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