Mortals meet Percabeth

Macey Henderson

Macey

I was staring at my best friend (and all-time crush), Percy Jackson. Everyone in our little gang (there was me, Isaac, Tim, Jonas, Lucas and Percy) knew about my crush... except Percy.

I knew Percy liked me, though, from the small smiles he'd send across the room to me. Maybe he just needed a bit of encouragement...

One day, there were posters up all over school about a disco... and we were allowed to bring dates! They could be anyone, as long as they went to one of the five supporting schools.

I waited for Percy to ask me. I knew he was going to. Before Homeroom, I heard another girl ask Percy flirtatiously, "So, Percy, are you taking a girl to the disco?"

"Yeah. I'm asking her today, in fact." He's going to ask me today? But... we don't have the same lessons today. Maybe he means after-school today.

During the course of the day, multiple girls asked him to go to the disco with them, but he replied with the same answer: 'I'm asking my girlfriend'. All I thought of that was: he must really like me, if he wants to jump to that stage so quickly.

Isaac laughed when Percy started describing his 'girlfriend' to them. It didn't sound like me, but it was obvious that she didn't exist. No one looks as perfect as she sounded.

Apparently, the girl had blonde hair that was in princess-like curls, she was tall and tan and she had piercing grey eyes.

After lunch, we had double sport with Coach White. Today, a row of swords were leaning against the wall. Percy started muttering when he saw them.

Coach waited until everyone was ready, before saying "Right now, you potato-heads, we're doing sword-fighting. A camp from Long Island has kindly lent us these swords and a coach. Come on in, Miss Chase."

A striking blonde girl walked in. She had curly hair that was in a messy ponytail. She was tall and tanned. Her grey eyes were calculating whether anyone was a friend or foe.

I looked at Percy, ready to roll my eyes, but as soon as the girl had walked in, his jaw had dropped and he seemed to have difficulty in placing it back. Finally, he managed it, just before the girl's gaze turned to him. He grinned his signature grin and her eyes softened, before hardening again when she looked at the next person.

She turned to Percy. "Go, get your sword." Percy gave a slight nod, dashed into the changing rooms and dashed back out again, holding a sword similar to those leaning against the wall.

"My name is Annabeth Chase." She began.

"You're hot." Isaac said, dreamily. Annabeth smiled, walked up to him and slapped him.

"I'm also taken." She said, dashing my fears of her and Percy getting together. "As I was saying, I'm going to teach you, but I need a volunteer to help demonstrate sword-fighting techniques."

Percy rose his hand and I gaped as she pointed and said, "Percy. You can help." How does she know his name?

A few boys snickered when they saw Percy and Annabeth with swords out. Suddenly, Percy struck out and they were dashing all over the floor, dodging and striking at each other. They started more complex maneuvers and they became two blurs. The only things that gave them away, were the sudden dashes of raven-black and honey-blonde hair. It all ended moments later with Percy pointing two swords at Annabeth's throat. The boys had stopped snickering.

"Ah, Seaweed Brain. Still the best." She smiled. Seaweed Brain?

"Always." He grinned his adorable, lopsided grin.

To my dismay, the pair hugged and kissed briefly... in front of everyone!

I cleared my throat, and they both jumped apart. "Er, Percy, you're gonna help me teach these people and, um, everyone else, er, get into pairs." Annabeth stumbled over her words.

"I should I.M. the Seven. Imagine this: Annabeth Chase, not knowing what to say!" He teased. Who are 'the Seven'? And how do they know one another?

After school, Percy led Annabeth over to us and said, "Guys, this is Annabeth, my girlfriend. Wise Girl, these people are Macey, Isaac, Tim, Jonas and Lucas." Girlfriend? Wise Girl? I wondered, but my main thought was: Can I break them up?

"How long have you two been dating?" I asked.

"Oh, a year. Since Percy's sixteenth. That's how I remember it." Annabeth answered.

"Oh. How long have you known each other?"

"Since we were twelve." Percy started laughing. "It took us four years to realise we liked each other. We're stupid. Even the rest of Ca-" he slammed his hand over his mouth before he could finish his sentence.

"Where did you meet?"

"At this summer camp." That did it for me. Percy always went on and on about this summer camp and how it was the best part of the year because he got to meet his friends. I wanted to be part of the camp, but whenever I asked, Percy got red and said that it was only for kids with ADHD and dyslexia, both of which he has.

"Why can't you be with me, Percy? Why do you have to date her?" I demanded, quietly, starting to cry.

Percy looked stunned for a moment, as did everyone else, before he said gently, "It's because I love her, Macey. I only see you as a friend. I see Annabeth as my best friend, my girlfriend, my everything. When I see her, I see home."

He had stopped looking at me now, and was looking at Annabeth's crying face, but her tears were those of happiness.

Maybe me and Percy weren't meant to be.