Percy Jackson Oneshots

when your friend is rich

Summary:

"How much money would you give me to flip this table, right here, right now, in the middle of class?"

The red-head stopped creating the swirly lines of the little wave she'd been working on, making his skin tingle from the loss of the pointy marker. She lifted her freckled face, watching him with raised eyebrows.

"Nah, you don't have the guts."

Teenagers will do lots of things to please other friends, and Percy Jackson is no exception.

*

"Detention? Again?"

"Look, I can explain."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and sat back on her bed, too tired to stand up and listen to what Percy had to say, most likely.

"Sure you can."

They'd been Iris Messaging for a few minutes now. Percy, exhausted from a day of school and homework, had taken the first chance off to fish out a drachma from his drawer and call one of the people he'd missed most since the summer.

It had slipped his mind that New York and San Francisco had different time zones. But luckily, Annabeth was still awake. He'd found her in her bedroom, curls pulled into a messy bun and eyebrows scrunched up in concentration as she read some textbook, still studying for the exam she'd talked about a week ago.

Despite her initial complaints about Percy interrupting her, he knew that she didn't mind.

"So?" she asked, bringing him back to the present.

She pulled her legs under her and stared at him expectantly.

He blinked. "Huh?"

She raised an eyebrow, and Percy thought—in the back of his mind—that she looked unfairly pretty. At night, with the fairy lights illuminating her hair and her face, like an angel.

"Why'd you get detention?"

"Oh. That."

"Yes, Seaweed Brain. That."

"Uhm..." Percy scratched the back of his neck. "It's kind of a funny story, I um..."

"Spit it out."

Now that he thought about it, maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all. Maybe he should've thought this through, to avoid any arguments. Or confrontations. Or another cold shoulder. They weren't as awkward now that the school year had started, but the mention of her always put Annabeth on edge, anyway.

"You see, I was with, uh...Rachel."

He paused, noticing the way she gripped her textbook tighter, slightly wrinkling the pages.

Why did I think this was a good idea? Stupid.

"I was with Rachel, and she sort of, um..." he laughed nervously, already cringing. "Made a bet?"

Technically, he'd made the bet. But that wasn't important for Annabeth to know.

/

Chemistry, in Percy's opinion, was the most boring class Goode had to offer. Useless. Irrelevant.

Confusing, most of all.

At least he was partners with Rachel. It was one of the few classes they had together. They sat at the very back, so they were rarely noticed anyway, mostly spending the forty five minutes of lectures about chemical equations doing little drawing games on their notebooks and playing hangman. Percy lost most of the time.