Mortals Meet Percabeth and others

Jake

Hi, Ladies. My name is Jake Wilson, a proud A student, football quarterback, and most popular guy at Goode High. I am about 5'10" with short brown hair and ocean blue eyes with silvers dancing through them. An iron hard six pack that made all the girls faint and guys envious. I had just about every girl in the entire school under my thumb. All of them except for one girl that my godly looks have no effect on.

That particular girl is my best friend, Annabeth Chase, the smartest freaking student in the entire school. She really is beautiful. She has an athletic and healthy figure with a California tan that glowed in the sun and luscious honey blonde hair that tumbled past her shoulders to just above her elbows. The only thing that ruined her picture perfect blonde girl image is her stormy gray eyes. Don't take it the wrong way, I love how they sparkle in the light and analyse my every move all, as though trying to find my weakest points, at the same time.

Now, when I first saw her, I had originally thought that she was going to be a stereotypical dumb blonde, but I was quickly proven wrong when I heard her flawlessly correct the Greek mythology teacher on how wrong they were. I had then made it my official goal to make her my girlfriend by the end of our school year, which was coming up quickly.

Speaking of my blonde crush, she came rushing towards me, eyes still as gray as ever. "Jake! Guess what!" She smiles widely, the sparkles in her eyes seeming to become even more obvious, and she almost seemed to jumping up and down in excitement. "I have GREAT news!" She tells me. Warmth flushes my cheeks lightly as I realize how adorable she looks. "So do I," I put my hand on her shoulder to try and hold her down before she ends up bouncing all around the hall. "You first!" She shouts to me, as she tried to take deep breathes to calm herself down.

"Alright. Um, Annabeth, would you, um, would you do me the honor of becoming my, um, my girlfriend?" I squeak out, sweat running down the back of my neck as she stares blankly at me, her smile a ghost on her lips, and life fading. "Jake," she begins, her tone full of pity, "I already have a boyfriend." She puts her hand on my shoulder, a vain attempt on her side as she smiles comfortingly at me.

"What?" I ask her blankly, mind not yet comprehending the rejection of my first long time crush.

"My boyfriend in New York. Percy Jackson." She repeats, adding information to try and refresh my memory. It does work, as I recall a dim and foggy memory, of how Annabeth kept rejecting guys, speaking of her boyfriend in New York. I had always thought he didn't exist, just a ruse to reject guys and keep us a reason as to why. And then I did the most absurd thing that I could have done in that situation. I laughed, long and loud, in her face.

"Don't lie to me, Annie. I know that 'Percy' is just a scam! You were just waiting for me to ask you, and now you want to play hard to get. You can just say yes, Annie." I assure her, eyes full of tears from the pain of laughing so hard. "Just don't try that one again."

"It's not a scam! Percy Jackson is my real boyfriend and we have been together for over two years!" She screams, anger flashing in her stormy eyes. "YES IT IS! IT HAS TO BE OR ELSE EVERYTHING THAT I'VE WORKED FOR FOR THE PAST SIX MONTHS IS ALL FOR NOTHING!!" I scream, my anger and jealousy spilling out.

"No, Jake. You aren't my boyfriend, you haven't been, you won't ever be, and Percy is real. And since you are so insistent on being someone's boyfriend, go find someone else. Because I am not your friend any longer." And, with those harsh final words, she turned on her heel, eyes still a bright with anger and unshed tears.

I continued to stand there, anger and jealousy freezing me in place as I watch my ex-best friend and still-crush stalk away, her toned frame soon disappearing around the corner.

I suddenly realized that I was going to be late for P.E. if I didn't hurry up. I unfroze and dashed to my locker, put in the combination and opened it, after several tries, and shoved my things into my once organized locker. I slam it shut, the bang echoing through the deserted hallways. I run to the gym half way across campus, pushing myself with my protesting legs. I ran so fast that by the time I got to the gym that the bell had just rung and everyone was filing into the changing rooms.