The life of Annabeth Chase (a Percy Jackson Fanfic)

Confrontation

We are so sorry, I had a big model UN conference and I had to prepare a lot of stuff for it and that was on a higher priority than fanfiction, but here is the story. And also we are just really lazy pieces of trash.

Drew P.O.V

"What do you mean you're suing me? I nearly got killed in that fire you can't seriously be accounting me for causing it!" I let out a frustrated groan, going over everything that had happened to me. "There can't be video proof because I didn't do anything! Why would I lock myself in a burning building, I'm sure someone else was behind it!"

I collapsed on my bed, barely able to keep myself from crying. Not only was I being sued, but I had no job and no girlfriend.

This couldn't just be happening for no reason, there is only a few people capable of this sort of thing. It was time to give the B academy a call.

They wouldn't have changed their hideout just because of me. They had probably changed the locks, they knew me well enough to know I'd copied all the keys the second I got them -- but even they get overconfident. I'm sure they didn't bother with the kitchen entrance.

I put on my preppiest clothes and snuck out of the house, not bothering to do a complex disguise. They would see through it no matter how well I did it. Anyway I wanted them to know I was there, I just didn't want to raise any suspicion from the campus police.

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I looked over the beautifully pruned campus and all the scornful, mean people that resided there, debating whether or not to give them a chance before I threatened their whole operation. I decided against it. They deserved what was coming to them -- their plan was already set in motion and only they could stop it, whether through their will or by blackmail, which I had plenty of.

The base was accessible through a sorority house. I mean where else would you put underground, cult-like operation run by rich collage girls? I technically didn't even break in -- they still kept the key in the light fixture. Actually getting into the real base would be much more difficult.

I snuck down to the basement where a labyrinth of shelves awaited me. I'm not even speaking figuratively -- we'd made it an actual maze. You could end up helplessly lost, waiting for one of the members to hear and take pity on you or you could end up by the stairwell that leads down here, or the secret door. It would have been too much manual labor for them to move the maze so I got through that quickly too.

The passcode was a simple 6-numbers, but they had almost certainly changed it. Then again maybe not -- most people got to the base through the library entrance, as only a few of them were even in this sorority. I tried the one from my days as queen bee -- 2-4-8-2-4-, I hesitated. What if they had set a trap? No, on second thought they're too self-confident for that. I typed in the last 9. The door beeped and the light turned green. I smirked, too easy. But then again, I'm not sure how many of them even knew this was here.

I clacked down the familiar hallways and took an odd turn, it lead to a backdoor of my office, or rather whoever was in command now.

The room was silent as I swung open the painting of our founder, some woman who had to be in her 90's by now. I walked over to my (well, not anymore) chair, ran my fingers along the armrest and sat down. I was disgusted by how comfortable and normal it felt.

I heard talking from outside, coming closer.

I wheeled the chair around so the back was facing the main door. Drama was everything in the B Academy. The door opened and the two voices walked in. They closed the door and I spun around slowly.

"Hello ladies." I greeted, smirking at their bewildered faces. I can't say I was surprised it was them -- my old second and third in command. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to my private, she hadn't been the brightest bulb. She had had money and connections though.