Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Storyline is mine. Songs are by the Arctic Monkeys.

Do I Wanna Know

if this feeling flows both way

sad to see you go

sort of hoping you'd stay

I remember the exact moment I saw him. At that point the idea of a "bad boy" didn't appeal to me. But somehow he did. Even smoking a cigarette, his eyes looking around boredly, as if he would rather be anywhere else.

His lips were breathtaking, far too beautiful for a guy. His eyelashes caused envy to rush through my body. He was slouched, but I hadn't seen it look so sexy on someone. I could tell that he tries to convince everyone he doesn't do his hair, but it is never so perfectly messy-its impossible.

Almost everyone around us was stoned or wasted, but when his eyes met mine, I only saw the sharpest gaze that had ever dared to challenge me. I'm not a "good girl." Never would I let myself fall into such a specific description. I've done my fair share of things, but I certainly had never done anything that could amount to much.

Reyna ran with his crowd, if it weren't for her I wouldn't have met him and I wouldn't have put myself through everything that I did. She was sitting next to him and jumped up when she saw me, pulling me over.

"I'm glad you actually decided to come!"

I smiled and flipped her off behind my back.

She smirked and kissed my cheek, pushing me down into the chair she was occupying just moments before. "I'm going to get you a drink."

I started protesting but before she could hear, the people dancing had already enveloped her.

I coughed and cracked my fingers, fiddling with my rings. I debated getting my phone out but refused to be judged by the others all around me, with not one phone in sight.

I found myself looking around at the piercings and tattoos that everyone seemed to be sporting. The daring clothes that I would never even consider wearing. Leather was in abundance, but just as much as black lace was.

A pack of Marlboros was stuck in front of my face and I looked up, finding his green eyes. I decided to let myself indulge and took one, sticking it in between my lips. I looked up through my eyelashes to see him take a silver lighter out, flicking the lid off and igniting the spark. He brought it down to the tip of the cigarette, letting it light. My fingers immediately caught it and I sucked in, holding my breath before inhaling, then letting the smoke sit in my mouth before releasing it.

"Don't smoke in here jackass! You know the rules!" The boy flips someone off and stands up from the wall, gesturing his head towards a sliding glass door at the other end of the room.

I stood and followed him, knowing it was probably not a good idea, but not being able to find a specific reason why at the moment.

He opens the door and lets me through before closing it behind us. It was quiet outside, just a few couples making out on the deck chairs. The stars look bright, and the cold air sent a shock through my lungs. He leaned back against the railing on the deck, letting his elbows take his weight. I faced forward, looking out over the trees that ate up the backyard. I wish I lived this far out of the city. That way I could see this every night.

He looked down on me and took another drag, lazily scanning me up and down. I raised and eyebrow and matched his gaze.

"You have a name?" he asked. His voice was deep, but raspy.

"Do you have a reason I should give it to you?"

He chuckled and raised his hands. "Fair enough. Percy."

I smiled just a little before saying, "Annabeth."

"What are you doing here?"

I would have almost find it rude and condescending if it weren't for the fact he actually looked curious.

"Reyna's constant begging and pleading."

He nodded as if he understood and I wondered how long he has known her.

And I wondered why she had never mentioned him.

His hair seems long on the top, waving in a bunch of different directions, yet artfully hanging over his face.

I took a drag and watched as his eyes followed my lips, all the way up until I exhaled and the smoke curled out from my mouth.

He leaned his head back and looked up at the sky while I continued to watch him. I could see a tattoo peeking out from his jacket and one behind his ear. I grabbed his chin and tilted his head, finding an arrow curving up from the bottom of his ear around the back. I looked at him questioningly, but he just stared back.

So we just sat there in silence, I was still shamefully staring at him, realizing I had seen plenty like him, but nothing exactly like him. And I was glad I hadn't.

Goosebumps rose on my skin and before I could say anything, his jacket was off and the softened leather was draped over my shoulders. His arms were bare, covered with so much ink that I couldn't decipher them all, or distinguish one from another. I wanted to explore him.

His hand caught my hip and turned me until my lower back was lined up with the wood behind me. I can feel each beat of my heart painfully and starkly. My cigarette still in hand. He threw his on the deck. Mine also fell, and rubbed it in with the heel of his boot. His body was pressed into mine, and I could feel his heart against my hand that had instantly gone to his chest. My other hand gripped the railing behind me so hard, I was sure I had white knuckles.

His cold fingers pressed into my neck, his thumb rubbing my collarbone lightly. His hand was still pressed into my hip, keeping me in place, though I knew I would never move.

"Can I kiss you?" The words came out like a whisper and when I nodded, his head lowered, our lips connected.

I breathed into him, my arm went around his neck, and I grasped at his hair. His skin is warm and as the distance between us dwindled more and more, I had to rise up on my toes to reach his glorious mouth.

His hands curl around the back of my thighs and yank me up onto his level. I rest against the wooden rail and wrap my legs around his waist. We kissed quietly and privately. Lustfully, but not passionately. He took up every inch of my space and I curled far into him.

And when we finally broke away, his lips met my neck and when he sucked on the skin, I knew I would have a hickey in the morning. I laughed and pushed him away, almost losing my balance.

His hands caught me. Just like they always seemed to.

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