Percabeth Oneshots

Scribbled Secrets

By me.

Annabeth sat in English class, tapping her pen against her notebook as the teacher droned on about Shakespearean sonnets. Ordinarily, she'd be soaking up every word—English was one of her favorite subjects. 

But today, her mind was elsewhere. 

More specifically, it was on a certain son of Poseidon who was currently back at Camp Half-Blood, probably training, laughing with their friends, or causing some form of minor chaos.

Her notebook, which should've been filled with notes, instead had pages of "Percy" written over and over. She'd tried Iris messaging him earlier, but they'd run out of drachmas halfway through their conversation. 

The longing only grew, and now she was just mindlessly scribbling his name, as if it might somehow close the distance between them.

"Miss Chase?" The teacher's voice cut through her thoughts like a sword. 

Annabeth looked up, realizing her pen was still poised mid-letter. She froze. The entire class was staring at her.

"Um...yes, ma'am?" she managed, trying to sound focused. But her notebook was wide open, and the teacher's gaze was already on the scribbled "Percy" repeated in looping letters.

The teacher raised an eyebrow, moving closer. "What, exactly, are you working on?"

Annabeth's face turned crimson. "Uh... it's...um..." She scrambled to find a reasonable explanation as the teacher reached for her notebook.

With a quick, deft motion, the teacher plucked it from her desk and began scanning the page. Annabeth's heart was in her throat. She hadn't even thought about covering it up! She braced herself for the teacher's reaction.

The teacher squinted, lips pressing into a thin line. "Care to explain what this is?"

Annabeth gulped, only now realizing that everything she'd written was in Ancient Greek. Relief washed over her—at least her classmates wouldn't understand it. But she needed a quick excuse.

"It's... um, a prayer. Yeah. A prayer."

The teacher blinked, looking baffled. "A prayer? You've been writing the same... prayer... over and over?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's... very important." She nodded solemnly, hoping her teacher wouldn't press further.

"Right," the teacher said slowly, handing the notebook back with a skeptical glance. "Let's try to keep focused on Shakespeare, shall we?"

Annabeth nodded enthusiastically, clutching her notebook as though it were a lifeline. "Of course! I'll focus now."

As the teacher turned back to the blackboard, Annabeth exhaled in relief. She thought she'd escaped completely—until she caught a glimpse of Piper from across the room, a smirk on her face and a gleam of mischief in her eyes.

Annabeth could practically feel her relief dissipate when she saw Piper across the room, smirking with an expression that practically screamed Oh, this is too good to pass up.

Piper raised an eyebrow, whispering loudly enough for the few students around her to hear, "So, 'Percy' is a prayer now, huh? Should we all bow our heads?"

Annabeth's face flushed, and she shot Piper a glare, silently pleading for mercy. But Piper wasn't letting up.

"Oh mighty Percy Jackson," she continued, making a dramatic show of folding her hands and looking skyward. "God of... heroic stupidity and questionable battle plans, we offer thee our humble—"

"Piper!" Annabeth hissed, horrified but stifling a laugh. The classmates around them were trying to keep their snickering down as well.

Piper shot her an innocent look. "What? Just showing some respect for your... sacred text."

Annabeth sank lower in her chair, wondering if she'd ever live this down. She had a feeling she'd be hearing a lot more "prayers" in the weeks to come.