νεκρός || Annabeth Chase x Fem!OC

Vol. 4.5-1: CREEPY CRAWLIES YIKES

ANNABETH

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"Yeah, Dad, I'm okay," I promised, trying to speed up the call. I wasn't using a cellphone- I was using one of the free ones in the hallway of my school. There's a whole bunch, since it's a boarding school, and cellphones aren't allowed, and most kids like to call their parents. These phones are slightly safer for a demigod to use, but just barely. But I still had an obligation to assure my dad everything was alright.

His tone shifted lightly. "So... how's Tempest?"

My face turned red. My dad knew we were together, yeah, and he was supportive, but he was... strange. I tried to reassure myself by saying, Hey, he'd probably act like this if I was dating a boy. But, I knew that wasn't true. Yes, he would be weird if I was in a heterotypical relationship. He is extra weird because I'm in a lesbian relationship.

I know he means the best. He's probably just not used to it. And he likes Tempest just fine. She was always respectful to my family, she cleaned up after herself, she cooked, she babysat, she helped him with his papers. Even now, she'll make sure she calls them from time to time to check up; she asks how his biplanes are, she'll give Leah cooking tips, she'll tell Bobby and Matthew to behave for their parents.

He's admitted that he doesn't think she's the best influence on me. He's definitely wary of that. He thinks she helps me "come out of my shell" and that with her being around, I'm more open to communicating with my family and repairing our relationship. However, he's pretty honest about the fact that she has a pretty lengthy criminal record, she's mean, and she's the kind of person that would encourage me to play hooky so we can go to the movies or something. She fights other kids, other teachers. But, she did save the world, so my dad can't say too much.

I guess he's just not really used to it or something. He's not used to me being in a relationship, and he's not used to lesbians. Again, he tries his best, but he's kinda... I dunno. It's hard to describe. I love my dad, but I would like for him to get over it a little quicker, y'know?

"She's fine," I said.

"How's her roommate?"

I bit my lip. I may or may not have not told my dad that we share a room. "Her roommate's fine. They usually ignore each other..."

We definitely do not ignore each other.

"I have to go," I said suddenly, looking at the clock on the wall. "Lights-out."

"Oh, okay. Tell Tempest I said hi. Love you."

"Love you, too."

I hung up the phone and raced up several flights of stairs to get to my room. "Lights-out" doesn't actually mean we have to go to bed. It means we're confined to our rooms for the remainder of the night. Classroom's are shut, teachers depart, and we can get in trouble if we leave our room for anything but the bathroom. It's kinda strict, but at least they don't try hard to regulate my sleep. I'm usually up late studying or planning new buildings for Olympus. And Tempest is usually up late...

Well, she just is. The dead don't sleep.

I opened the door and saw Tempest hanging upside down off the side of her bed, which is parallel to mine on the left side of the room. Separating our two beds is a nightstand with a lamp, and at the foot of each bed, there's a desk. Mine is cluttered with grid paper, calculators, architecture books, homework, and various writing devices. Tempest's is completely bare except for the poor laptop she snuck in so she could play Tetris.