Together

Chapter 13

ANNABETH POV

We walk into school and head to our lockers. Of course they are there.

"Hey Percy!" Rachel said, twirling her curly red hair. Then her eyes meet mine and she smirks, "Hey killer." My heart stopped. Percy can't know about that. Percy however, just rolls his eyes and shoves her aside to get to his locker, while I go to mine.

We walk to class and right when I walk in, everyone's eyes turn to me. I feel my face get red and I go sit down.

"Today we will...." I drown out the rest, (due to the unbearable pain) which is unlike me.

Suddenly, "Annabeth!" the teacher yells. I start to get dizzy as I look up at her, she must see my face because she seems to change her mind on what she was going to say, "Do you feel okay?" I hesitate, "...yes." She narrows her eyes, "Then what is the answer?"

My eyes scan the board for any kind of clue, it reads Economic Review. I take a guess, "Gross Domestic Product." The teacher looks shocked, "No! It's 'what to produce, how to produce, and for whom to produce!' This is basic review!" The whole class laughs as I feel my face get red again.

The bell rings for next period to start and begin to walk to my class. The pain is plan out horrible. The dizziness hasn't stopped either, in fact it's just gotten worse.

As I sit down, the bell rings. Class is really boring.

I raise my hand in the middle of class, to go to the bathroom. Well, to be honest, just so I can get away from the noise.

I walk towards the bathroom and suddenly, a huge amount of dizziness and pain hits me, hard. I fall and the pain increases.

After I can gather my thoughts, I scoot against the wall. Another wave of shooting pain goes through my head and I cry out in pain. Soon tears are falling that I can't control.

I start to hear footsteps approaching the hallway and then a voice, "Annabeth?"

It's Percy.

Percy's POV

Annabeth leaves class and I start to get suspicious of why she left the room. Was it the pain or did she really just have to go to the bathroom?

Minutes pass, and she isn't back. I start to get worried. I raise my hand, "Can I talk to you in the hallway?" I ask. The teacher nods so we walk out and I shut the door behind me.

"Annabeth had a bad headache this morning, and she still isn't back from the bathroom. Can I go check on her?" I ask. "It's sweet your concerned but shouldn't I have a girl go check?" the teacher says. "Well I don't think she went to the bathroom," I say, "I think she just left class because of the noise," I protest. The teacher thinks on this for a minute, "I guess so," she says, and so I go.

As I walk down the hallway I hear cries, soft, yet existing. "Annabeth?" I call, my voice laced with concern. I turn the corner and see her against a wall, holding her head, and crying. She looks up at me as I hurry over there.

I sit beside her and rub her shoulders, "I have a feeling this isn't a normal headache. Mind telling me what caused it?" I ask gently. "I-I uh g-got hit by a b-beer bottle," I hear her say. I'm shocked. "What? How? Who?" I see her look down, obviously embarrassed. "You know what, tell me later. Right now, let's get you to the nurse," I say and pick her up, her tears staining my shirt.

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Updated December 3rd