5 years
It's been 5 years since Percy or Annabeth have talked to each other.
And the entire time, Annabeth hated him more every day. He did leave her after all, the boy who was supposed to be her best friend.
When Percy returns to their small tow...
I already made the swim team. The archery one was next.
If I planned to annoy Annabeth back into liking me, this was the way to do it. So the second I had a free period, along with Grover, I made my towards the archery ground.
Your probably wondering how huge our school was, given it's massive facilities. In reality, it wasn't that big. Since we lived in a tiny tiny town in the middle of practically nowhere, we had one huge communal school/ college for the entire town. And for town Jupiter, whose kids also attended Half-Blood High. Though their town was somewhat bigger than ours, they still studied here.
And yes, the name Half-Blood high might sound weird and crazy. But that's it. It is weird and crazy. No ones questioned it and I don't think anyone cares anymore.
And as we made our way down the archery place, I could see the silhouette of Annabeth, standing there with her hands on her hips. She didn't notice us yet, her head was turned as she focused on something in the distance.
I cleared my throat as I approached her, Grover ducking behind me. She whipped around and narrowed her eyes.
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"What is HE doing here?" she asked Grover, ignoring my attempt at catching her eye. Her eyebrows scrunched up adorably in annoyance.
"The thing is...." he began, twiddling his thumbs in nervousness.
I rolled my eyes, waving the flyer in front of her like a flag.
"I'm here to try out," I said, swinging my hips back and forth.
She levelled me a signature glare, visibly biting the inside of her cheek, "We're full." she said, stalking into the shed.
Trying not to chuckle, I followed my pouting frenemy inside. Where she had miraculously procured a bow and arrow that she held, in the stance of the warrior princess that she is.
"I am THIS close to shooting you," she whispered as I entered the shed. And I noticed she was right. The tip of the makeshift arrow was aimed right at the centre of my forehead.
"Woah, Annabeth," I whispered, taking a step back. My back was against the wall. I knew she wouldn't kill me. But it was still kinda scary.
"What are you...ohh," Grover commented, as he poked his head through the small shed door. He stepped in, moving his hands in a placating manner, "Annabeth, come on. Orange might be your colour, but you could never pull off a jumpsuit."
She ignored Grover, her eyes trained solely on me. I tried to read them, but they betrayed no emotion other than anger. "I hate you," she claimed, holding the bow and arrow a little higher.
"I know. I know," I said. An idea formed in my mind and I smiled, unknowingly.
"Hey Annie?" I said, ignoring her angry stare, "Is that a spider on your shoulder?" I asked.
