Ok, so I don't exactly know what happened, but somehow the story got removed… Anyway short author's note:

This is a percabeth story for those who ship percabeth. I just need you all to be patient. Enjoy and R&R. My first fanfic so if you spot any mistakes please inform me. I take in suggestions as well as criticism :)

Chapter 1

Annabeth's POV,

It was humid, a little too humid for August. Sweat was cascading down my forehead quickly. I raised my bottle of Sprite and took a long sip that would've given my step-brothers a heart attack any day if I borrowed their drink. Too bad, I didn't feel any fresher. Stupid commercials, why lie when people were bound to find out anyway. But it was too good to resist I guess.
I was jogging along a lane covered with leaves. Ah fall, why the rush? My summer was just too perfect! Back to Central Park, did I mention I was there? Yeah, jogging along a lane covered with leaves and some candy wrappers. My friend Grover would've freaked out because I didn't pick up the pollution. Oh well, maybe next time, I'm way past that. I guess because of all the jogging I've been doing all year I was getting faster, maybe fast enough to beat Luke.

I was so caught up with the, um, thinking, I didn't notice when someone was patting my shoulder in that all-too-familiar way. I thought it might've been some random person because I quickly grabbed that hand, turned around, and was about to twist it, until I glared up at his face. His beautiful face. Oh no. Did I just say that? He's my friend, or at least he thinks of me as his friend. I don't know what I want to be to him, I have this weird fuzzy feeling when I see him approach, or that weird aching feeling when he talked about another girl, or maybe THAT weird… Never mind.

"Holy crap! You scared the shit out of me!" I greeted him.

"Scared? Scared? I'm the one who's scared! Jeez Annabeth! That's my hand! What would I do without it?" Luke replied.

"God you could be such a drama queen," I teased.

"Yeah well, you gonna let go, or do you still plan on twisting my poor hand?" He retorted.

I could feel myself blushing. Wait I don't blush! Since when did all of this Hollywood cliché work like that on me? Anyway he couldn't have noticed because I was already red from the jogging.

I let go, but not without saying "Blame a girl for trying to protect herself."

"Yeah but you of all people, I was starting to get worried, you are pretty fierce." He grinned adorably at me.

Fuck off stupid blush!

"Well, I need to get back anyway, I don't want to be late the first day I'm a sophomore. School starts in an hour, and I still need to shower, pack my backpack again, and- Oh shit! I forgot to put socks into washing machine!" I said cursing.

Luke was looking at me in a weird way. "What?" I glanced uneasily. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes, like the sky was being reflected, they always grabbed my attention. His blonde hair was looking golden with the sun rising, he never added gel or anything to it, he always had the same haircut, just the way I like it. His built body edged nearer to mine, and I felt like moths were raiding my stomach. Butterflies were usually the word, but I just HATE those flying bitches. He was going to start tomorrow as a junior. Lucky him.

"You need help." He decided teasingly.

I punched his arm, "Later!" I yelled, jogging away.

Once I reached my place I fumbled with the keys and finally got one of them to enter the keyhole. I entered the house and flung the keys on the kitchen counter. I grabbed an apple and headed straight to my room.

With the apple still in my mouth, I took off my running shorts and tank top and grabbed my towel. Dropped the apple on a plastic plate in my room from my previous night with Thalia, and headed to the bathroom. The shower felt so nice after all the sticky sweat I almost forgot I had school. I left the bathroom in a hurry and into my room. I decided the night before that I was going to wear jeans and my favorite white shirt that had these random words like live love and eat or something.

I searched for any clean socks but soon gave up after questioning my femininity. I sneaked into my step-brothers' room and stole a pair of clean white ones. But what should I wear? A blue converse like my jeans or a white vans like my shirt? I decided on the vans since they took less time to wear. I had my hair in a messy bun on top of my head and slipped on my delicate gold necklace that I tucked under my shirt. I thought I was all set until I spotted a white sheet on my bed-side table. I picked it up and it read:

Annabeth Chase's Check List:

Pack bag- check, I thought.

Apologize to Savannah- Almost there, I winced

Wash socks- Too late, I sighed

Get Luke to teach me how to hot wire a car- I grinned at this, not yet, not yet….

Go early to school unlike every year- SHIT!

I glanced at my watch; it was 7:50, 10 minutes till first class. I ran out of my room, found dad reading the paper in the kitchen, gave him a kiss, ruffled Matthew and Bobby's hair and smiled at Savannah, my step-mom. I explained quickly why I wouldn't be home till evening since I had basketball tryouts and was going to hang with the crew later on. Then I rushed out of the door.