PJO oneshots/ headcannons

23-- History

Percy was sure he was failing History.

But it wasn't his fault. Actually, if it had to be anyone's fault, he'd say it was Annabeth's.

She sat in front of him in class and really, how was he meant to do anything when she was sitting right there?

Of course, Annabeth Chase had absolutely no idea how much Percy liked her. It didn't help that he hadn't exactly talked to her before either. Well, there was those five seconds of bliss last week when Percy had dropped his pencil and Annabeth had picked it up for him.

She'd turned around and said, "Yours?"

To which Percy had replied, "aguh"

Okay, so it was one word (not even a word on his part) but gods, her smile was beautiful.

And her eyes. They were grey and stormy, unusual and pretty.

But that was off topic. Unrelated. Certainly not important. Annabeth Chase was so much more. He didn't know much about her, but three things he was sure of.

One, she was smart. Incredibly smart, and athletic. Percy was neither. Two, she was dangerous. Which explained why no one ever asked her out. And three, she was completely out of his league.

At lunch, she sat with the 'cool' kids, and everyone loved her. They either wanted to kiss her, kill her or be her.

But Annabeth had no idea how popular she was. She didn't even act like most other girls. Maybe that was what had caught Percy's eyes.

In her free time, she read books. She drew diagrams. She wore glasses - not all the time, but most time - and she looked incredibly cute in them.

Percy thought it was a crime to be that perfect, but Annabeth mustn't have gotten the memo. She was too perfect.

And she didn't even know he existed.

* * *

The Thursday it all happened, Percy was doing his work as usual, trying to deal with his dyslexia.

He was watching the clock. And exactly five minutes before the bell rang, Annabeth turned around to face him.

She said, "I need your help."

Percy was so taken aback that for a moment, all he could do was stare and blubber like some mutated fish. When he did manage to speak, it came out as a pathetic, "What?"

Annabeth spared a glance over her shoulder at the teacher who was taking absolutely no note of the two. "Okay, so it's a really long story, but I need to get revenge on someone."

Percy frowned. "Er- I-"

"He drew on my car with a permanent marker." She added.

"Why do you want my help?"

She sat quietly for a moment, and scrunched up her face thoughtfully, like she wasn't sure of the answer herself but then she said, "I've heard of your evilness."

Percy gaped at her. "I'm not evil!" He whispered angrily. The teacher was casting them suspicious look now.

"Piper says you are."

He didn't even have time to wonder about how Annabeth knew about Piper.

"Okay, so I spread cheese on her laptop... but once! That was only once!"

Annabeth laughed. "See, you're evil! You have to help me."

A thousand thoughts flew around Percy's brain - well the part of his brain that was working. Talking to Annabeth had short circuited most of it. But finally he smiled at her hesitantly and said, "Fine."