Construction (was TWC)

Her Seaweed Brain

Disclaimer: Ivy is the only character that is mine. Rick Riodan's characters are his, I sadly didn't invent them.

And there will be less character switching in later chapters. Promise.

ANNABETH

Annabeth walked to the bus stop like she did every morning. In the winter it's always pitch black and freezing and in the shadows of the dark bushes (that not one house on the street didn't have) She kept seeing things that looked ready to jump out at her. But of course, that was a daily basis for Annabeth. Because in a world of evil Greek monsters and rouge demigods you start to get to used to it, and she was just being paranoid.

"BOO!" shouts a voice from behind her. The voice then grabs her shoulder. (She was pretty sure that it wasn't just a voice by then.) Annabeth spun around, clutching her dagger in an attack position, but had it concealed just as quickly when she realized that her "attacker" was just a mortal girl that went to her school. Her name was Ivy.

Ivy is short and impish, and Annabeth always thought she and Leo could be twins. Except for the fact Ivy has bright red curls and a pale complexion. So she looked absolutely nothing like the Latino-looking Christmas elf.

"Holy Zeus, Ivy!" Annaheth screamed, not even bothering to care about the clap of thunder that followed. Thalia and her younger brother Jason could probably keep their tyrannical father from killing her, but she had found that she was slowly starting to understand Percy's odd fear of being shot out of the sky. Like she said before; Ivy is a mortal and doesn't know about the whole "demigod" thing. It will be fine if Annabeth just tells her that she's a super fan girl of a crazy series she has never heard of. (Works every time!) And it's a way better alternative than judo flipping Ivy like she did to Percy back at the Roman camp.

Ivy quickly forgot that Annabeth almost attacked her and she started gushing about some boy. She zoned out most of Ivy's stream of gossip about her love obsession which she probably stalked the subject to obtain that sort of information. (How else could she know where he lived?)

But at the end of her over-obsessive speech she said, "Oh, and did I mention that he was a new student?"

"Oh, really?" Annabeth asked trying to pay attention and looking like she really cared. But all she heard is bits and pieces: "He says he has a girlfriend ... Like, every girl has asked him out ... So mysterious ..."

"Every girl, huh?" she asked.

"Oh, never mind, Annabeth," Ivy said as the school bus stopped in front of us, even though she blabbed on-and-on the entire ride to school.

SADIE

Sadie stared up at the imposing high school building. She noticed that another girl was trying to ask the new kid out. What's his name again? Sadie wondered. Peter Johnson? Oh, how many of the girls that asked him out knew his name anyway? the blonde girl snuck up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Sadie watched thinking she would see another rejection.

"Seaweed Brain?" she asked. And the Peter guy spun around, but for a split second the pen in his hand was ... a sword?

For a moment they acted completely awestruck: laughing and talking. They seemed pretty happy to see eachother. Sadie couldn't help but eavesdrop on their conversation.

"I'm really sorry, Wise Girl. I just wanted to suprise you, but it was obviouslly a bad idea."

"Ok. But I would have but you could have just tried to IM me once. I mean, it's not hard to find water. Especially in your case."

"Yeah, sorry about that, Owl Head."

What the heck is with their insults? Sadie wondered.

"It's fine. I'm just glad that you're here."

"But still," he admitted. "I've been a bad boyfriend."

What? Sadie thought. The blonde chick is his girlfriend that he is constantly talking about. I thought he was just saying that so those creepy girls would stay away from him. And there were a lot of them.

"And," the girl prompted.

"I'm sorry, Bethie"

"What?"

"Nothing," he answered, probablly a bit too quicklly.

Why does he seem afraid of her? Sadie asked herself. And more importantlly, why would he be into her?

But that was because all Sadie saw was a crazy blonde bossing around her boyfriend.

ANNABETH

"So are any of the others here?" Annabeth asked Percy innocently. "Grover, maybe? Piper? Maybe even Frank?"

"Well-" Percy was immediatlly inturrupted by none other than Adam Mason. And Annabeth knew almost instantly that blood would be spilt.

"Hey, babe."

Yup, fingers would be lost.

Annabeth, not wanting to speak words that were too big for his tiny mind to process, spat "Get lost, moron". She had obviously used too many words. Adam refused to move from his spot."

Before Percy could even try to tell him to back off, Adam tried to grab Annabeth's hand. She instantly reacted by grabbing his wrist and judo flipping him. How many times do I have to do that? She thought, as Adam scrambled off.

"Woah," Percy mutters, unable to complete entire sentences. "Won't you get in trouble for doing that?"

Annabeth laughs at this. "Nope. He'd have to admit that he was beaten by a girl."

SADIE

Sadie saw the entire judo-flipping saga. Yeah, Sadie thought. Definitely not a dumb blonde. But then she realized that they were definitley not average mortals either. So who the Duat were they?

ANNABETH

It was only after Annabeth had kissed Percy goodbye and had started to make her way towards her locker when she felt an odd sinsation of being followed. She turned around with her hand dangerously close to the hilt of her concealed knife. Thankfully, Annabeth realized that it was her mortal friend Ivy before she started attacking her. She was about to-once again-tell her that it was not a good idea to sneak around like that, but Ivy looked hurt. Utter betrayal was spread across her face.

"What's wrong, Ivy?" Asked Annabeth, genuinely concerned for her friend.

"What's wrong?" Ivy practically spat at Annabeth. And Annabeth realized in horror that Ivy's sadness had been replaced with something much worse: anger. "I don't know! What is wrong? Hmmm ... maybe that after all of the guys who throw practically throw themselves at you and you litterally throw them back like poor Adam you choose the only one that I like? I freakin' told you about him this morning! At the bus stop!"

Annabeth took a deep breath and prepared to tell Ivy the calmest way she knew possible. "Look, I'm sorry-"

"Yeah, you should be!" She inturrupted.

"Ivy, I wasn't paying attention to you at the bus stop," Annabeth explained, ignoring her outburst."I have a lot on my plate right now. It's a very important project that I have to do for my mother and boyfriend's father and ten others that are extremely important. I have to foucus or I ..." Hmm, Annabeth wondred. How do I explain that if I don't finish the design of Mount Olympus soon that I could get in some serious immortal trouble to a mortal?

"Or what?" Ivy demanded.

"The point is that Percy Jackson's my boyfriend!" Annabeth admitted, starting to become agitated. "And he has been for almost a year!"

Her eyes well up and she quickly runs away. Probablly to go cry somewhere. Annabeth just stands in the hallway and watches her go, feeling absolutely helpless.

This was edited by the amazing Mimi_Bella ^.^ *Cat Face!*