Don't judge a book by its cover.[Percabeth]

Chapter 32

Annabeth's POV

My emotions were a mess when I woke up. First, I felt like bursting into tears after all the shit with my dad. I couldn't believe he had just let me walk out. It hurt. A lot. Second, I felt like squealing like a child on Christmas morning when I realised where I was. Or, more specifically, who I was with. Percy. I have no idea how it wasn't the first thing I noticed when I woke up but he was  snoring, inches away from my face with his hand resting on my thigh. Which was bare. And my hand was resting on his chest. Which was also bare. Okay, no big deal, I tried telling myself. My face still went bright red. Unfortunately, Percy chose that moment to wake up. His eyes began to flutter open with a slight yawn. So obviously, I did what any rational human being would do. I slammed my eyes shut as fast as possible, feigning sleep in the hope he didn't think I was watching him while he slept. Which I wasn't. Well, not really. 

Either he was more perceptive that day, or my acting skills sucked, because within a minute of my performance starting he spoke up. "I know you're awake, Wisegirl."

I could hear the smile in his voice. The embarrassment if I opened my eyes now would be unbearable, I decided. So I carried on with the charade, trying to ignore the pattern he was drawing out on my thigh. "Come on, we both know you're faking. Believe me, I want to stay here too but I promised Rachel we'd go see her." 

At that my eyes flew open. Crap. I groaned and lowered my head against his chest. He chuckled lightly. "Do we have to go see her? I really don't think she likes me in any way.   Can I please just stay here?" 

"Don't you dare pout like that or I'll cave. How about we spend a couple of hours with Rachel then the two of us go get milkshakes or something? But please come with me, bear in mind I haven't actually seen her in three years. I need you there, please?" He gave his own pouty face, meaning I ,of course, crumbled completely. 

"Ugh, fine then. But it better be one hell of a milkshake. And she murders me, you better avenge my death." As I spoke those words, two thought popped into my head. First was dam I could really go for a milkshake right about now. Second was a little more serious. That day would be the perfect day to implement my 'operation get rid of Rachel'. I already had a small inkling of a plan, but it involved cosying back up to Drew. Something I really didn't want to do. But I hadn't completely discounted the idea, it all depended on how Rachel acted that day. 

"Yeah, yeah. you  will be avenged blah blah blah. Can I please kiss you now?" He had a hopeful grin on his face. How could I say no to that face? I nodded once, closed my eyes and pursed my lips in his general direction. For a second nothing happened and I freaked out, the fear of rejection and humiliation made me feel physically sick. It was completely irrational, though, as a second later I felt Percy's hot breath fanning my face and another second later the soft pressure of his lips against mine. Despite me knowing it was coming, blood still rushed to my face turning my cheeks pink and my own lips burning hot. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, the kiss grew in urgency and intensity. His left hand was pushing against my lower back, keeping me against him as he attempted to sit up. Once he'd accomplished his goal, he pulled me up after him and onto his lap. One of his hands was tangled into my hair, locking me against him, while his other had mysteriously made it's way back to my thigh where it was gripping tightly. This kiss was more intimate than the others, maybe less spontaneous but infinitely more passionate. Percy seemed almost desperate, his heart was beating almost dangerously fast and there was a slight moan coming from the back of his throat. His hand began to move slowly upwards from my thigh and the tip of his tongue practically stroked my lower lip. 

"Percy, we're back. Plus one, Tyson's home! Get up lazy bones!" Sally's voice rang through the apartment, effectively ending the kiss. Percy himself groaned and leaned his head against my shoulder.