WARNING: THIS IS a T/M RATING. So if you have a problem with it, I suggest you go away and avoid reading this. And if you ignored this comment, please don't whine to me about how it's too inappropriate (I am well aware it is; don't need you to alert me of that) or that I somehow ruined the ship for you (your fault for reading in the first place). This is definitely more suggestive than many of my other fics. But I think I captured the characters right in accordance to the circumstances.

I'm sure I'm writing this because I'm still procrastinating writing the next chapter of one of Percabeth: Fried Chicken With a Cute Waiter On The Side, Please (I need to stop using long titles.) And also because I have been totally obsessed with the idea of this fic.

Features punk Percy, preppy Annabeth, punk Piper, and jock Jason.

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What she wanted

Rating: T/M (language and adult themes)

Pairing: Mainly Percabeth, but with some side Jasper as well.

Summary: Annabeth Chase was clever. She always got what she wanted, for she possessed the rare ability to be able to manipulate different people and force them to play straight into her hands. And maybe it was because of spending too much time with the delinquent, but she was somehow hit with a boost of confidence which inspired her to use a… ehem, cunning tactic, to even get her boyfriend Percy Jackson, the tattooed troublemaker of the school, to do exactly what she wanted.

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Annabeth Chase was clever. Despite her loose blonde curls and preppy, constantly dressy appearance (skirts or knee length dresses 24/7, paired with clacking sparkly high heels and alluring glossy lips coated in red), she never hesitated to leave a person astounded at her level of knowledge and intelligence.

Her grades were continuous A's. The teachers adored her. She was a part of the student council (head, actually). She had been made a prefect on multiple occasions. She aced presentations in that calm, confident and regal voice. In summary, Annabeth Chase was the perfect student any teacher could ever ask for.

In anyone else's eyes, Chase might just seem like the everyday over confident, rich and arrogant girl who considered herself superior over everyone else just because she owned an original Chanel hand bag. However, if you peered just a little closer, her eyes gave it all away. The irises were filled with melted silver; a startling, unique grey which perfectly reflected furious thunderstorms. Intimidating and calculating, they could immediately stare even the bravest down.

The revealed secrets. Dark secrets. They revealed that Annabeth Chase knew things; she had seen the world as it was, and it had wounded her badly. They revealed that Annabeth had been hurt over and over again, leaving behind a permanent, prominent scar which left her vulnerable and open.

But they also held intelligence. Annabeth could manipulate different people in different ways to do her different favours. She was always, always accompanied by a cunning game plan. And this rare sly ability had assisted her in forcing people to play right into her hands more than once.

This occasion was no exception.

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"Are you kidding me?" Annabeth asked incredulously as she eyed the latest tattoo Piper hand gotten etched into her skin. This one would be a little harder to cover up for school, since it was in plain sight. Sure, Piper hardly ever bothered to cover up her tattoos and the school had long since given up on objecting, but still, getting a tattoo there was a bit stupid. "What on earth were you thinking?"

"I was thinking it looked cool," Piper replied, looking slightly startled at Annabeth's sudden outburst. She arched an eyebrow quizzingly, the loop pierced into it glittering as it moved. "What's wrong with it?" she asked, running her fingers along the black ink. The tattoo started halfway up her right collarbone, twisted and spiralled up the side of her throat until it reached her ear, where it curled around the back of her ear and spiralled until it stopped right outside the entrance to her ear canal, forming an evil looking cobra.

Okay, fine, maybe she looked good in it (evidence: Jason hadn't stopped staring at her with those huge worshipping eyes like she was some goddess ever since she had stepped out of her pitch black Ferrari in a black crop top and dark skinny jeans, which were maybe a little too ripped along her thigh, but he almost always gazed at her like that) but the only way she could follow the school policy and shield that tattoo from others was by wearing a turtleneck 24/7, and Piper Mclean wouldn't be caught dead in that. "Um, may I ask how you were hoping to cover that up?"

Piper rolled her eyes, leaning her elbow against her locker and running her fingers through the remaining uneven hair on the right side of her head which streamed down her shoulder. The other side was completely shaved in an undercut for about a third of her head. "No, actually, you might not ask. Because as a matter of fact, I wasn't hoping to cover it up at all." She grinned at the scandalized expression on Annabeth's face.

"What?" Annabeth screeched disbelievingly. "Piper, are you insane?"

"Maybe." Her expression brightened considerably and kind of comically in contrast to her attire when her kaleidoscopic eyes focused on a point behind Annabeth. She automatically raised her hand in a wave, grinning, and Annabeth turned to see Jason walking through the hallway towards them.

"Hey," he greeted, strolling right past Annabeth as if she was invisible and pressing a short morning to kiss to Piper's lips. When he pulled back, Annabeth was disgusted to see that usually hard-core Piper looked like she was restraining from sighing dreamily. No, not because it was overly sappy (which it was, but she could take that) but because it was a consequence of the actions of her best friend.

"Yeah, I'm not even standing here," she deadpanned from behind Jason. "You two keep sucking faces. Totally fine with me."

Jason chuckled. Turning around, he pulled Annabeth into a hug. "Sorry. But she looks kinda irresistible today," he said seriously as he pulled away.

Annabeth could see Piper rolling her eyes (she was probably trying to make it look sarcastic and offhand, but it came of as pretty fond anyway) over Jason's shoulder. "Don't take her side," Annabeth hissed furiously, slapping Jason's chest. "I've been trying to convince her that the tattoo was a bad idea."

"Yeah, but he likes it anyway, so fuck you and everyone else." Piper came up to stand beside Jason and shot Annabeth a sly grin.

Making a little sound of frustration, Annabeth glared at the two of them, her grey eyes narrowing in suspicion. "The two of you planned this, didn't you?"

Immediately looking away, Jason began whistling in an effort to act casual, while Piper began studying her black, painted nails and the tattoo on her wrist, the concentration on her face so overly exaggerated and intense it was the kind you expected to see on the face of a surgeon.

"So are you trying to act innocent or convince me that you did plan this?" Annabeth asked dryly. "Anyway," Annabeth began, forcing herself to abandon the subject (she would find a way to make Piper regret the tattoo) when she remembered why she had come over to Piper and risked being late to class in the first place. "Listen."

"We are listening," they both deadpanned simultaneously.

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "No seriously. Look."

"We are looking," they recited in unison, and laughed when they saw Annabeth's annoyed expression.

"Listen, my dad's dragging me to this stupid party with some really, really distant relative's whom I haven't even heard of until now, and he said that I could bring a friend with me so that I don't die from being forced to socialize with complete strangers who apparently got out of the same womb as my father's mother. So…?" She trailed off, looking hopefully at Piper and Jason, who looked as if they were two deer caught in the headlights.

"Um, I'm taking Piper to the movies today!" Jason said quickly, just as Piper said, "Jason's coming with me to some club!"

They both shot each other dirty looks, then tried again (hopelessly, of course). "We're going to the movies then the club!" Jason half shouted over Piper as she spoke. "First club then the movies!" she said, her voice raised and slightly higher pitched than normal.

They both looked at each other desperately, the panic visible in their eyes. "We're going to watch a romantic chick flick!" Jason shouted. "We're going to see some thriller with a lot of blood and gore!" Piper screamed at the same time.

Annabeth spoke before they could launch into another round of muddled excuses and embarrass themselves any further. "So in other words, you're both free and are available to attend tonight," she said calmly.

"NO!" They both screamed at once.

"Then who am I supposed to take?" Annabeth asked desperately. "I need someone to come with me! If I'm gonna go this way, I need someone to be there with me." She rounded on Jason, who looked like he was about to jump out of the window in his desperation to escape. "Jason, please, you're my best friend-"

"I know who you can take!" Piper interrupted, her tone weirdly overly enthusiastic and animated. Tapping Jason on the arm so his attention was directed at her, they shared one of those quick eye conversation things. Honestly, they were like a married couple. At first it was 'aww', but now it was just revolting.

"Who?" Annabeth asked sulkily.

"Percy!" They both said in unison, smiles all bright and colourful, as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.

"You know, I think it's really cute and all when you both speak in unison and all, but not when you give such stupid ideas."

"Seriously, Annabeth, just go ask him," Piper said.

"He can't deny anything you say!" Jason agreed, nodding his head vigorously.

"Please stop it, Jason, you look like a ridiculous bobblehead," Annabeth said without taking her eyes off Piper, and Jason instantly halted mid bobble. "And what do you mean, just go ask him?" she asked incredulously. "What, you expect him he'll say yes straight away?"

"Hey, I've known that guy since the time he used to play with Barbies and make them take turns in kissing Ken. He will definitely say yes. Parties are exactly his kinda thing!"

"You mean he will definitely not say yes. And I think my mom is more likely to come back to life than seeing Percy at a dinner party where people actually shake hands in greeting," Annabeth said hotly, and both Jason and Piper winced at her comment about her dead biological mother. Definitely a sore subject.

"Well," Piper began, "I should really get going, I'm late for fucking chemistry-"

"We still have twenty till the bell, Piper," Annabeth said, glancing at her pink and black wristwatch. "And you don't usually say that you're late until fifteen minutes after the bell, so…"

"Jason, I think I hear Leo calling!" Piper cried.

"You do?" Jason asked confusedly. There was a short pause as Jason cocked his head to the side and listened carefully (Annabeth didn't even bother). "I don't hear anything."

"Well, I do," Piper hissed forcefully, widening her eyes at Jason and glancing towards Annabeth in an attempt to make him understand.

"Oh, oh yeah!" Jason said, nodding his head. "I think he's… he's calling because he got himself locked up in the bathroom again!" he supplied helpfully.

"Jason, the last time was the janitor's closet," Annabeth told him calmly.

For all his excellent grades and overall nerdiness, he could be really stupid sometimes. Piper looked like she wanted to facepalm. Her palm. His face.

"Right," Jason said. "Well, I'm just gonna get him out, so… Piper, I need you to come with me so you could, um-"

"Escape?" Annabeth prompted.

"Uh, yeah, escape…" Jason trailed off, and Annabeth noticed that his gaze was focused on Piper's latest tattoo again. Boy, was he easy to distract. Piper looked like she wanted to facepalm him again, but with a punch instead.

"Okay, so let's go help Leo!" Piper said energetically, grabbing Jason's hand and pulling him towards the end of the hallway. Fast-walking down the corridor (almost skipping), they both turned the corner and disappeared from Annabeth's sight. She heaved a heavy sigh of frustration. There goes her last chance of survival.

Unless she was desperate enough to grab onto that last tiny sliver of hope. Which she was.

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Percy wasn't that hard to find. He was hanging out alone in Mr. Blofis's classroom, lounging in the chair closest to the open window with a lit cigarette wedged between his teeth, gaze focused on the screen in his hands. Annabeth was aware that this classroom was his secret hideout, since Mr. Blofis was Percy's stepdad (as well as Goode High's head of the English department) and Percy had practically memorized every inch of the teacher's timetable, thus learning what times anyone was most unlikely to enter the classroom. This knowledge had its advantages, for sure. Percy could usually be found cherishing a quick smoke in the empty room, and Annabeth was not at all surprised to find that Percy's method of quickly pulling her out of an early morning bad mood was to talk her into using the supply closet for reasons other than finding old essays or notebooks.

He looked up from his phone when she entered the room but made no move to hurriedly dispose of the half used cigarette in his mouth. Realizing that he must have heard her footsteps coming down the hallway, she felt a warm, fuzzy feeling run through her when it dawned upon her that he must have recognised her by her footsteps. Sure, they had been together for almost nine months now (since the beginning of senior year), but Annabeth still felt ecstatic whenever she noticed how well they had gotten to know each other. It was a new feeling.

"Hey," she greeted, setting her bag down next to a table and dragging a chair in front of him, bracing herself for the infuriating conversation which was sure to come. Kissing him on the cheek, she plopped down onto the chair as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and hummed in greeting, the blue tipped ends of his Mohawk glinting in the sunlight streaming through the window. The sleeves of his black the shirt were ripped, putting the tattoo of waves on his bicep in full view.

"So listen," she began.

"Whatever you want, no." he said quickly.

"You don't even know what I was about to say!" she said indignantly.

"You're about to ask me to do something which I don't like." He smirked as she scowled. "You didn't make even one comment about not covering up the wave tattoo, so I'm figuring you're trying to be nice to me for a reason." Annabeth had to applaud his logic, which was extremely rare for him.

"Okay, fine, maybe I am." She hurried on before he could object. Leaning forward, she set a hand on his thigh. "I'm being forced to attend this goddamn dinner party today, and I really want someone to come with-"

"No."

"At least consider it! I mean, how bad could it be?"

"Bad enough that you're asking me to go with you?"

"Percy, please, Jason and Piper won't listen to me-"

"-Your dad freaks me out-"

"-Just listen to me, at least give it a try, I'll be so bored all alone-"

"-And a whole room filled with your relatives-"

"-they'll have good food, Percy-"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"For the food?"

"No."

"For me?" She gave him her world famous bedroom eyes, all wide grey and a pouty mouth. She could see his resistance wavering for a second as he bit his lip and pulled his lip ring into his mouth, but then it became rock hard again.

"No."

Groaning in frustration, she leaned back in her chair as he placed his phone on the table and stood up to toss the remains of the finished cigarette out of the window, the dusty scent of smoke still lingering in the room. He stayed there, his hands on the window sill, gazing out onto the football field below and behind that, the majestic New York skyline. Annabeth stood up, a new wave of determination running through her. She would drag him to the party, whether he liked it or not.

She stood directly behind him. Cautiously, she wrapped her arms around his middle, right below his ribs. She felt him tense at the sudden closeness, but then gradually relax into her hold, melting into her.

"Well, would you look at that," she said, leaning up and closer so she was speaking directly into his ear, her voice low and quiet. "Hard-core Jackson finally let someone touch him."

He scoffed, but Annabeth shushed him by pressing her chest flush against his back. His breath caught. Annabeth smiled against his back as a plan slowly started to form in her mind. She watched his knuckles slowly turn white on the window sill with the strength of his grasp as she began to rub slow circles on with her fingers on his chest, and then down his muscled abdomen as she slowly moved South.

"Annabeth," he hissed through gritted teeth. "Annabeth."

"Hmm?" she hummed innocently in response, leaning up on her tip-toes to press her lips to the back of his neck, earning a quiet gasp from him.

"Anna- Annabeth, God, not a good idea-" He broke off as a quiet moan bubbled out of his lips when her fingers found their way under the hem of his black tank top, running her finger pads and nails along the sensitive patch of skin just above the waistband of his ripped jeans.

"Never thought you'd be the one to say that, Perseus," she purred into his ear, knowing exactly what to say to turn him on to the max. Annabeth wasn't much of a seduce, but when she was this desperate, she could definitely pull out all the shots. Her fingers worked to unbutton his jeans at a leisurely pace, taking her own sweet time. And then the tips of her index and middle finger disappeared into the waistband of both his jeans and his boxers, gently feeling the skin there. Percy groaned, his head lolling to the side, providing Annabeth full access to the soft skin along the side of his neck.

Instantaneously, she flattened her tongue against his collarbone and slid it at a lazy, languid pace up to his ear, tenderly nibbling on his earlobe then nipping at the skin (just because she could and knew it would drive him absolutely insane). Fingers probing deeper into his boxers, Annabeth cherished the grunts and groans he was releasing.

The first tentative touch of her finger against him made him gasp out loud. He wasn't usually this sensitive, but doing something so… dirty in secluded classroom where anyone could walk in on them at any moment was heightening the feelings and emotions. It was a definite risk for Annabeth. If anyone discovered them in such a compromising position, it would immediately ruin her good school girl reputation, making it crash and burn on the ground.

It was a cunning yet simple plan. But she knew Percy, being the stupid, clueless idiot that he is, hadn't caught on yet, as he was making absolutely no move to stop her actions.

Soon, she had her hand completely wrapped around him, slowly running her palm up and down his length. Her other hand was set on his hip under his shirt; her lips still moving against his neck, working to undo him inch by inch.

"Fuck, Annabeth," he moaned as she increased her pace, pumping him quicker. Then the alarm on his phone began blaring out, instantly warning them that it was time for Paul to leave the staff room, and Percy immediately tensed up. "Shit, Annabeth, stop."

"Not until you say you'll come with me to the party," she hissed into his ear. She could almost feel Percy's eyes widening as it dawned upon him.

"You- you little-"

"I know," she whispered, and began to move faster, lightly brushing her fingernails along him then grabbing him again and squeezing and feeling-

"Annabeth, Paul's go- gonna be here any second, dammit, stop," he managed through his moans. Annabeth was aware that he was too far gone to be able to force her to stop, so he was completely in her hands now. She knew, after months, that he was close. She could tell by the hitch in his breath, by the tensing of his muscles, by his sounds of pleasure increasing in volume. She picked it up a notch.

"Exactly. You don't want to let your stepfather see you like this, do you, Perseus?" she asked quietly, her lips brushing against his pulse point as she spoke. It was almost enough to drive him over the edge, but not quite.

Footsteps began sounding down the corridor. "Shit," Percy cursed. "Annabeth."

"Say you'll come to the party."

"Annabeth."

"Say it," she commanded forcefully, her hand still moving against him. "Or I swear to God I won't stop. It'll bad for me, but it's gonna be even worse for you."

"Godammit!"

"Perseus," she whispered. The footsteps were definitely getting closer. Almost to the door.

The doorknob began turning, creaking slightly in the process. "Alright, alright!" Percy said desperately. "I'll go."

Annabeth restrained her smirk of victory, and she pulled her hand out of his jeans and hurriedly buttoned it just as Paul stepped into the room. She spun around.

"Hey, Mr Blofis!" she said cheerfully.

"Morning, Annabeth," he replied sleepily, yawning. That was all it took for Percy to grab his backpack, hold it in front of his crotch and rush past Paul and out of the room, sending Annabeth a death glare as he left.

"Where'd he go?" Paul asked in surprise as he looked at Percy sprinting down the almost empty hallway.

"Ah, probably the bathroom," Annabeth said offhandedly. And she didn't doubt it. Nor did she doubt what he was doing in there. "Oh, by the way, Mr Blofis," she said as Paul set a stack of papers on the desk. "Percy's accompanying me to a family dinner party tonight, so he won't be home."

"Wow," Paul said as he glanced up, looking surprised. "Must have been hard to talk him into that one."

"No, actually," Annabeth said as she dragged her chair back to her desk and sat down, pulling her notebooks out of her bag, even though the bell was still a couple of minutes away. She smiled up at Mr Blofis, all innocent and angelic. "It wasn't that hard at all."

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