Percabeth

Rochelle Adams

A/N warning: this chapter contains self-absorbed Mortal's, with so much makeup you could've sold them as a cake on eBay. It also contains PERSASSABETH.

Viewers discretion is advised.

~Rochelle Adams POV~

       Hey there peasant!
I'm Rochelle Adams, queen bee of Goode High School, prettiest girl to ever walk this earth and soon to be girlfriend of the smoking hot perfection that is Percy Jackson, Captain of the swim team, no doubt the hottest boy I've ever seen.

I smiled at my reflection in the long pink framed mirror hanging on my wall. I smirked to myself knowing that he would never say no to me.

I mean who would?

With my bleached blonde straight hair, bright blue icy eyes, big bust's that almost spilled out of my tight pink crop top (A/N that was really disturbing to write) and my perfect fake tan that had all the boys drooling.

Well except Percy Jackson.

But of course I knew well enough to know that he was just playing hard to get.

I've dated all the jocks and former hotties at Goode High so I know my stuff.

I knew I could get any boy I wanted no matter what and I wasn't going to take no as an answer.

**************At school*************

      I strutted down the halls, swaying my hips slightly as I pulled down my crop top to reveal even more of my cleavage.

I headed to the washrooms my servants touching up my makeup so that I'd be even more irresistible, then we walked back out and headed for Percy's locker.

As I rounded the corner I saw Percy, himself and I paused for a second just admiring the perfection that stood before me.

My soon to be boyfriend was looking sexier than ever today with his soft messy ink black hair tousled in a 'I just rolled out of bed' look, and his mesmerizing, mischievous, vibrant sea green eyes that you could just stare at all day and not get tired of. He had a blinding white lopsided grin plastered on his face, his cute little dimples showing and making him look upright irresistible. He was wearing his dark blue Goode High Swim Team hoodie, the lettering 'Jackson' printed on the left arm.

I could just imagine that last name being mine.

Rochelle Jackson...

I smiled happily, I loved it, it suited me extremely well in my opinion.

Not that your opinion mattered anyway.

He was also wearing green skinny jeans, matching his gorgeous sea green irises and some dark blue converse covered his feet.

He opened his locker and yawned tiredly, stretching just enough so you could see a hint of his defined rock-solid eight pack abs, his lean muscles and his perfect tan that you could only receive from being out in the sun all day.

Sadly he stopped stretching and the heavenly view was lost as he grabbed some roughly used textbooks with a weird language written on the covers.