𝑨𝒍𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒚

Storm Gray

Annabeth's p.o.v.

GOOOAL!" Matthew and Bobby both shout in unison.

"Oh shush, I tell my brothers, "there are two of you and only one of me! Plus, I don't play hockey!"

"Thats right," Matthew says in a mocking tone.

"You're an ice dancer!" Bobby finished for him.

"Shut up!" I say, my cheeks turning red. "It's called figure skating, not ice dancing, but I guess you wouldn't be smart enough to know that." I say the last part in a serious tone, looking both boys dead in the eyes. Silence. Then we all burst out laughing.

"Come on," I say, grabbing our puck out of the net. "The high school team will be here soon."

We get off the ice and take off our skates. Mine white, with a long thin blade that had a toe pick on the front end, the boy's black, with thick heavy duty laces and blades. I take off my borrowed hockey pads, give them to the woman who runs the gear rentals, and put my skates in my bag.

We're walking out the door just as the hockey team was coming in. There is a boy with raven hair and sea green eyes leading the pack, and I assume he is the captain. For a split second, our eyes lock. His sea green, mine storm gray. Then he shot me a cocky wink, and walked away towards the locker rooms, the rest of his team following close in his wake.

Percy's p.o.v.

Storm grey. That's all I can see. For all of practice. My buddy Jason comes up to me after I missed an easy shot.

"You okay?" he asks, his intense electric blue eyes boring into my green.

"Yea," I say distractedly. Storm Gray. "I'm fine."

I throw my hockey gear into the back of my car after practice. Storm grey. I drive back to my mom and stepdads N.Y.C. apartment. Storm gray. I eat a delicious dinner, but barely taste it. Storm grey. I go to bed. Storm grey. Why? Why am I obsessing over a girl I don't even know?

Those eyes. I mentally answer myself. Those storm grey eyes were intense and frightening, but also intelligent, deep, and beautiful.

I go to the rink for practice every day, as usual, hoping to see the grey eyed girl. I want to know her name, to get her phone number, but I didn't see her. Not until two weeks later. 

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