Help From A Golden Boy (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

Ch. 32

This chapter is dedicated to Lilohorse for letting me use her book in this chapter. Thank you :) {I'm sorry if I got your name wrong} You should all check out her books because they are all really good.

Annabeth's POV

We walked into the school hand-in-hand, and I don't think I was breathing. I've read plenty of books where the girl finally speaks up and is called a liar. Like, 'She's Broken' by Katie Hart. No many people believed Kat Price when she told them her brother did unspeakable things to her, but she still continued with her life the best she could.

When we walked through the doors of the school, all eyes were immediately on us. I hate all the attention directed towards me. Some stares were sympathetic, others were sneers. I wish no one was even looking at me. Being invisible stinks sometimes, but it does have its virtues. Like no one wanting to know your personal business or judging you for it.

I tightened my hand around Percy's, trying to ignore all the words that were thrown at me. 'Liar' seems to be the favorite word everyone wants to use.

"Don't listen to them," Percy whispered to me.

"How?" I asked from under my breath.

I felt Percy shrug. "I don't know. Distract yourself."

I had no idea how to distract myself from their slander. I felt like everyone was closing in on me, and it was making it hard to breath.

Out of nowhere, Percy opened a closet that we were passing and pulled me in.

"You need to calm down and breath, Annabeth," Percy demanded of me. I don't blame him; I was practically hyperventilating out of panic.

"I can't!" I exclaim. It just seemed like it was all too much.

"There's more than just their words bothering you," It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"How am I suppose to convince a jury that I'm telling the truth about Rachel and them if a school of teenagers won't even believe me and they went to school with them?" I blurt out the internal question that kept nagging at the back of my head.

Percy let out a small, sad sigh. "I don't know, Annabeth," He admits. "I guess we just have to trust that everything will work itself out."

"But that's not how life works," I point out.

"I know that. I really do," He tells me. "But having that small hope, that belief, that it will work out, will help you continue living your life the best you can."

"What if it's false hope, though?" I ask a little desperately. "False hope is so terrible because I get my hopes up just to be disappointed in the end. I can't keep getting disappointed like that. It hurts me so much."

"I can't guarantee that you won't be hurt, because that's what life is," Percy said softly, "But, if you are hurt because of the false hope that I  planted in your head, then I will be here to make the hurt go away."

Our little moment was broken when the warning bell wrung.

"Guess we half to go to class, huh?" Percy gave me one of his boyish grins and I nodded in return, a little disappointed that our moment had to end.

We left the closet to get to our lockers, which were, luckily, really close together. We both have English as our first class today, so we hurried down to Paul's classroom.

"Glad you two could join us today," Paul told us with a chuckle as we entered the room. Right as the bell rang, may I add.

"Today we are going to start a new project," Paul announces, but he doesn't continue.