Chapter One.

Annabeth was good at reading people. She was smart, practical and wise beyond her years. She could read emotions easily. But Percy Jackson was a riddle she couldn't solve.

With his secretive, intoxicating emerald eyes Annabeth couldn't help but get drawn in. There were secrets behind his orbs, secrets she wanted to know. He was a puzzle. A puzzle without a picture, a map without an X. She wanted to unwrap his stories, every single one of his tangle of lies. Every English lesson she would discreetly stare at him. He wouldn't know because normally he would be passed out on his desk, asleep.

At the very moment, Percy was at the back of the room with his head on the desk, drooling onto his notebook. His best and only friend was sitting next to him, sneakily texting on his phone. With a heavy sigh Annabeth looked at her three pages of notes on Romeo and Juliet and rolled her eyes.

Boys. How comes they don't care about good grades?

Then, she looked around the rest of the room and saw that everyone else was messing around, no one was paying attention to the slide show at the front. Annabeth smiled, rolled her shoulders back into the perfect posture and began to take notes again.

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Dreams for Percy Jackson were never dreams. They were nightmares. But when Percy fell asleep in his fifth class, he didn't think about what would happen of he were to wake up screaming. He was too exhausted from laying awake all night, listening to another stupid poker game.

In his dream, there was nothingness. Just a dark void, it was silent enough to hear a faint buzz in the atmosphere. Percy began to relax, which is something proven to be difficult when he sleeps, but if it was just emptiness and he was alone. No one was there in his dream who could hurt him. Or whom he could hurt in return.

Percy's thoughts were scattered. It was like some one had put a blanket over his mind and now every thing was fuzzy, he couldn't catch a single thought that made sense if he tried.

A part of him was vaguely aware of the hum of chatter in the world outside his dream and if he focused hard enough, Percy heard the faint scratch of pen against paper.

Suddenly, there was a loud and high pitched ringing. Percy lifted his head, groggy with sleep, and blinked his eyes a few times to get used to the brightness of the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his best friend Jason Grace stuffing his notes into his bag. He forced the zip shut and swung it over his shoulder. He turned to Percy. "You look terrible."

Percy snorted and put his own notes into his bag, running a hand through his dark hair he answered. "Gee thanks."

The two began walking out of the classroom, down the corridors that were filled with teens; girls checking reflections or tapping on their phone's, guys picking fights with each other and slamming one another into the wall of lockers. Percy sighed deeply, yep. This was High School alright.

"What lesson do you have now?" Jason asked his friend. Percy wracked his memory, trying to remember.

"Um... History."

Jason nodded and mumbled a "See ya" as he turned to walk into his own class. Percy swore under his breath, History was one of the few classes where he didn't have Jason. He didn't have any other friends besides from him, well he had Grover Underwood but he moved a few years back. Anyway, since he had no friends, he had to stay awake.

Percy breathed out a long breath and forced his tired feet up the two flights of stairs to his class. When he arrived, he pushed open the door and slumped his heavy bag on his desk at the back of the room. He always sat at the back, the back right corner where he could lean up against the wall and gaze out the window. The teacher would easily overlook him meaning he didn't have to answer any questions and he could sleep in peace.

He just couldn't do any of those things in this class.

The late bell rang just as Percy sat down. The teacher, Mrs Redena wrote something on the white board at the front of the room. With Percy's bad dyslexia, it took him four or five minutes to read before he realised that it was actually written in a different language.

A blonde girls hand shot straight up, like a bullet. Mrs Redena looked at her expectantly. "Is it Greek?"

Mrs Redena nodded, "Well done, Annabeth!"

Percy stifled a groan. Annabeth Chase. The perfect girl. She was beautiful, no one could deny it, even the bitchy girls who went around making everyone's lives miserable as if it were a sport. She had long golden princess curls and eyes like hurricanes. She was the smartest girl in school, straight A's always and teachers expected nothing but the best from her.

He hated Annabeth with a passion.

She would always look down on him because he wasn't the brightest of people, always correcting his spelling or bad grammar when he spoke. He could help the fact that he was raised in New York and occasionally let his accent seep in, he tried to hide it though because everyone would make fun of him for it.

"The word means Mythology. For this semester, we will be studying Greek Mythology." The class sighed loudly but Annabeth perked up instantly. "Now, read pages 61 to 67 of the textbooks in front of you and make notes in your books. I suggest you revise on the Gods, Goddesses, their names and powers."

Percy flopped open the book and flicked to the page, "You are going to be partnered up to complete an essay on them for four weeks time. I shall pick your partners. You can move next to each other for all the lessons until the project is due in to work on it." The teacher carried on.

Mrs Redena read out seven pairs Percy didn't pay any attention too, he listened when he heard his own name though. "Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase."

Percy and Annabeth both started to protest, each sending insults at each other. "I don't want to be partnered up with him! He's an idiot!"

"She's an annoying fly! Miss, please!" Percy nearly shouted.

"Be quiet! There's no switching now get on with it!"

Percy and Annabeth glared at each other as she sat next to him, kicking his leg in the process. "Fuck off." Percy whispered.

"Make me." Annabeth smirked and began to read.