𝑨𝒍𝒍'𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒚

The Race

Percy's p.o.v.

I stand in the arena, waiting for Annabeth and her brothers. When they arrive, she takes them straight to the locker rooms, not even acknowledging my existence. When she and her brothers emerge out of the hallway, in all of their hockey pads and gear, she finally looks at me, but not with apology, or even anger. She looks mildly amused. I should stop trying to make sense of girls.

"Hey," I say to Annabeth's brothers. "I'm Percy."

"Hi!" they both say in unison.

"He's Bobby," the first one says, pointing to his brother.

"And he's Matthew," the other boy, Bobby, says, doing the same.

"You two are on the bantam team?" I ask. (bantam is the 14 and under league, if you didn't know)

"Yep," Matthew- Bobby- eh, one of 'em says, They're annoyingly identical. "We'll be on the high school team next year, though."

"If you're good enough," I remind them. Annabeth slaps my shoulder. 

"Hey!"

"Stop it," she whispers to me.

"I'm just telling them the truth!" She rolls her eyes, but smiles. Progress. At least she's not scowling anymore.

"Okay!" Annabeth says, clapping her hands. "This is how this is gonna work. We're gonna split into two teams, one big kid, one little kid-"

"Hey!" one of the twins shouts.

"We are not little!" the other twin says indignantly. 

"Well, you're littler than us," his sister continues, gesturing  to herself and I. "We'll split into two teams, and scrimmage. Today, Percy is just gonna get a general idea of your skill level-"

"I am?" this time it's me who interrupts.

"Yes!" she groans, sounding agitated now. "Percy is going to get a good idea of your skill level-"

"You said that already," one of the twins says. She glares at him, and if looks could kill, well, lets just say this boy would be six feet under. She stalks up to him, her eyes looking like a hurricane, grabs the front of his jersey, and lifts him off of the ground. She's taller than him, but he has to weigh more than she does.

"Interrupt me again Bobby, and I swear to the gods," she doesn't finish, but what she means is implied. She drops him, and he stumbles backward, barely managing to keep his balance on his skates.

"Now, as I was saying," she continues with a murderous tone in her voice, "Percy will get an idea of your skills, and next time we might run some actual drills."

"Wait," I say, "this is gonna be a regular thing?" Annabeth actually screams.

"Just go get dressed!" she says too me.

"Jeez, I'm going! Chill out Wise Girl."

"You do not, get to call me that."

"Too late!" I walk towards the locker rooms, smirking.

Annabeth's p.o.v.

Gods I can't stand Percy! No matter how hot Piper thinks he is, all I see is six feet of annoying. He walks in here with his, 'If you're good enough,' and 'I am?' and 'Wise Girl.'   I seriously can't stand the guy. But, he can help the twins get onto the high school team, and, as annoying as they are, I don't want them to fail.

Percy walks out of the locker room, still smirking.

"If you have to have a stupid nickname for me, I get to make one up for you." I say. 

"Let me know when you think of one," he says, his smirk plastered on his face. He walks past me, bumping into my shoulder as he goes by. He walks onto the ice, and turns around, beckoning me to join him. I oblige. He skates backwards, giving me some time to catch up to him, for he is already halfway across the ice. I skate up to him and pass him, turning around and giving him a condescending look, without stopping. I continue skating backwards.

"What's wrong captain?" I ask, my turn to smirk. "Can't keep up?"

"Or maybe I'm letting the figure skater think that she actually does something."

"Oh you're on," I say. "Five laps around. Go."

I turn around, and take off as fast as my feet could carry me. I'm flying. That is, until Percy catches up to me. One lap. He pulls slightly ahead. Two laps. He's ahead a full two feet now. Three laps. Four. I manage to gain on him, I'm barely five inches behind him.

"Percy wins!" Matthew shouts. Percy skids to a stop, and I do the same.

"Maybe," Percy says, with a sideways glance at me, "You could have beaten me, if you had a real pair of skates." He points at my dainty figure skates. I push him, and he falls on his butt with a groan.  

"Shut up."

783 words. I proly could have done better, but my mom is telling me to give her my computer, so yeah.

Also, listen to the song Legends Never Die by League of Legends. SOOOO GOOOD!

Bye my little....pringles. From here on out, you all are my pringles.

-Clarisse