Other Side Of The Closet [Percy Jackson Fanfiction] •Jiper•

Piper V

C H A P T E R F I V E

" Sanity is not statical."

- George Orwell

SHE COULD HEAR VOICES COMING FROM HER DAD'S OFFICE.

The sound of rumbling, nothing like him. Her eyes peeked through the hole in the door knob. She didn't except to see what she found. Her dad looked like a mess. Nothing how he looked like a few minutes ago in the dining room. She widened her eyes. His hair was ruffled in heaps of curls. She spotted few white hairs that stood out more than normal. Piper guessed he was using hair dye before because she just noticed it now. His tie was no longer on his shirt but on the floor.

Before, she wanted to knock on the door and see what was going on, but she changed her mind. It didn't all seem like good timing. Piper wanted to cry, but instead, she crumbled down to the floor and buried her head between her knees. Her eyes glanced up as someone rested their hand on the door knob as they turned it to the left side. She tensed and rose up quickly.

Her father stood in front of her; Tristan Mclean the superstar with all his glory looking like a wretched mess. He wore a tailored blue suit and his brown hair was wet and brushed back besides a few strands of his hair falling out of place. She had inherited most of his features including his Cherokee cheekbones and arched eyebrows. Everything else was her mothers-a lady she had never seen in her entire life except for outdated pictures. Her father had never remarried except for the brief flings.

"What were you doing in front of my door?" He asked her, eyeing her carefully as if he hadn't looked at her for ages.

Piper Mclean rubbed her arm, awkwardly. "I-I was waiting for you." she managed a fake frown as if to empathize she was sad. At least she had inherited one good character trait from her dad being a good liar.

"Oh," His face softened. "I had work to do, sweetie but I'll try to spend time with you as soon as I can." Tristan's eyes wandered around the room as if to have something to look at instead of Piper. "I should go back to work now."

She watched as her father closed the door behind him, leaving her hand there helpless. Piper managed a grumble and stalked back upstairs to her room knowing full well he would forget their conversation soon enough and not remember what he promised her.

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"YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED ANY OF MY MESSAGES," ANNABETH SAID, LISTING ONE FO THE THINGS THAT PIPER FORGOT TO DO.

"Where have you been? What have you been doing?" Annabeth made a frown. "I've been worrying my baggy pants off. Can you even believe how crazy your grade has been? All I ever hear is Tenth grade this and that."

Piper shook her head," I've been busy, you know dad problems. I'm sorry I wasn't here yesterday, but at least I didn't miss Valentine's Day?" She pointed at her plaid shirt."See?"

Annabeth wrinkled her nose."That looks dreadful."

Piper frowned,"When did you become the Fashion Police?"

"Wait, is it that bad?" She replied after that.

Annabeth nodded her head."Forget about your shirt. Drew is having a party on Saturday."

"Today's Thursday," Piper muttered to herself. "You know I can't go. I hate Drew."

"Just because you hate Drew doesn't mean you can't go. Don't talk to her. Listen, Piper, this is a party. The Stoll brothers are going, Silena is going, Percy is-" Annabeth raised her eyebrow, motioning something.