My name is Brad Huntington, yes like the beach in California. And I am an averagely tall guy, 6'2 to be exact. My eyes are a soft green with a hint of yellow near the pupil, with some darker brown on the edge. My hair is a fluffy mess of a soft brown colour.

No, I am not bragging, I just thought you might want to get a feel of what I look like before I tell you my amazing plan. But first I have to introduce you to someone special.

Annabeth Chase. My best friend. She knows me better than anyone, and vice versa. I have known her since freshman year at our Highschool, Champion Lake Guard High. She has the most un-fake beautiful tan over any girl that goes to our school. Like she's always outdoors. Her intimidating grey eyes have scared me before, mostly when she is stressing about some English Test or is really angry at the world for some reason, but as a part of my plan I have decided not to fear Annabeth's glare.

Her hair makes up for the storm in her eyes. A beautiful, effortless blonde mane sits on her flawless face. She never brushed it, I could tell, but it always looked amazing. As if a god has blessed her to always look amazing. It curls naturally in every way possible, and I think that that is fascinating.

Even though she has dyslexia, she still masters in every class, luckily I am pretty smart myself so I have almost all my classes with her.

Her smile can never not make me smile.

Okay, enough explaining, you get the jist- she's beautiful and flawless and I have the biggest crush on her.

No one truly likes her the way I do. As a best friends or not. They think she's a nerd who always has her nose in a book. I think that's the best part about her. She reads. For pleasure. My Annabeth is the coolest.

And today was the day I would finally do it. Today was when Annabeth would become my girlfriend.

As the bell rung, marking the end of the school day. Finally Friday.

I quickly fast-walked to my locker, gathered my backpack and all the contents I needed and made my way to her. I took a deep breath, closed my locker, and weaved my way through the hall.

I kept repeating in my head over-and-over what I would say, and how I would say it.

Get in get out, don't make a scene. I though as I reached the front doors of the building.

There she was, in all her glory. She was leaned up against one of the pillars, with, guess what, an opened book in hand. I couldn't read the title, but I'm sure it was interesting, given that Annabeth was so deep into reading.

I started over to her when a truck pulled up to the front of the school. Delphi Strawberry Fields was painted on the door, the rest was a soft pink color. It came to a screeching stop, but no one seemed to notice, and Annabeth hadn't looked up from her book yet.

The front door of the truck opened and a guy came out, no older than 25, shaggy but beach you hair and a SECURITY shirt on. He turned to open the back doors, and I had expected to see a truck full of white crates filled with packaged strawberry, but what came out was just plain weird.

No strawberries, like, at all. The first teenager to file out of the truck was an elvish Latino. He looked about 15 and was wearing a camp jacket with a white shirt underneath, he topped it all off with a leather toolbelt that look 800 years old. His hair was brown, like mine, but it was super curly, I could tell he never cared to take a second look at himself in the mirror before leaving his house, or whatever cave he lives in.

The next teenager to exit the truck was a younger, 14 maybe, his skin was light, almost lighter than a sheet of notebook paper. His radiator jacket covered his neck mostly, but his skull t-shirt stood out as if to say "I ENJOY DEATH". I would be to surprised if he did, his eyes were like black hole, sucking in all the light around him. I couldn't look for long, I felt like falling asleep and never waking up for staring at his 'eyeball orbs' for to long.

The last dude teenager kind of spilled out of the van, as if he were made of water. As he stood I could see that he had on a Camp Half Blood orange t-shirt on. What that means, I don't know. But he wore a leather necklace with almost 10 clay beads, all different colors. His raven black hair fell in every single direction possible, a big mess if you ask me. But what was the strangest thing about him was his eyes. They were an electrifying green. Bright and excited. They darted in every direction as if he was looking for some one.

I instantly hated all of them. The shaggy-haired guy got back in the van to park it elsewhere. While the three guys looked around aimlessly.

I shook my head, remembering my initial mission: ASK OUT ANNABETH.

I started towards her, she hadn't moved in the time the three got out of the truck.

"Hey, Annie?" I called to her. She looked up to me and her face lit up, then turned into a devilish smirk.

"Never call me Annie ever again, Huntington." I chuckled at her threat. I noticed the three guys walking in the direction of the front of the school, still looking around like idiots.

"So... I was wondering if you'd- I don't know-"

"THERE SHE IS!!" I was cut off by a voice coming from behind me. I saw the three guys looking satisfied that they'd successfully found what they were looking for as they walked over to us.

"Annabeth!" The elvish one called and she looked passed me at the boy, she smirked, then it turned into a smile.

I couldn't let these guys get to her. They could hurt her.

"Hey, guys, What took you so long? I've been waiting for ever!" She put extra sarcasm in her voice on that last sentence.

Why was she talking to these people. I, her bestfriend, have never heard of these douches before.

They made their way over to her and the raven haired one pulled her for a hug. Who does he think he is? Hugging my Annabeth?

"Um, I'm sorry who are you?" I asked, putting strength into my voice.

"Uhh," The raven haired guy looked to Annabeth, but she seemed only interested in his response. "My name is Percy, I assume you know Anniebeth here" she kicked him in the shin, but he barely winced. She must've barely hit him, cause it always hurt when she would playfully kick me, "this is Leo, and that is Nico." He pointed to each person as he said their name.

"Percy, Nico, Leo, this is Brad, he's a good friend of mine." I hated how she called me just a friend, but I could tell she wanted to call me her boyfriend.

I stood there awkwardly and puffed out my chest lightly as my Annabeth greeted the others with 'Hellos' and hugs.

"Well, I have to leave, but I'll see you Saturday right, Huntington." She jabbed me in the stomach as she said my last name.

"As always, Chase." I smiled, but it quickly faded as she turned around to the parking lot and walked off with these people. They laughed and joked as they walked off.

I didn't know who they were, but Annabeth was MINE, and they better watch their backs, cause I could and would take all of them in a fight. They weren't good for my Annabeth. I decided to play it cool and maybe bring it up on Saturday for our epic "parties''.

They'll see. Annabeth Chase is mine.