Percabeth: Organized Chaos

Annabeth: Cussing at Grass

First day of junior year, the supposed "hardest year" of high school. I get up at 6:00 am. I take a shower and brush my teeth. As I gather my books my stepmother walks into the kitchen followed by the stepbrothers. She tells me I have to drive Matthew and Bobby to school. They are starting 7th grade. I agree because I know fighting is pointless, Dad is already at work. As I pull out of the middle school I rip Bobby's gum from my armrest. I stop in Goode's student parking.
Walking into the school Rachel assaults me with questions about National Honor's Society. Drew sneers as she drops her usual comments about my shoes or how I can't get into Stanford. Mr.Brunner welcomes me back as I walk by his classroom, yet asks me about how my application essay is coming along. My track coach tells me I better be at practice. Luke, my older brother-ish friend tries seducing freshman. I get through my first period calculus with Mrs. Dodds. At this time all of the previous named annoyances start to feel as heavy as the sky. Then I get a text from Dad about how StepGrinch didn't like my attitude about driving StepThings to school and that I have to pick them up after school. That is at the same time as track practice.
I'm used to all of this but it's worse today. I know why it is. Mom moved, left me for San Francisco. It isn't like I saw her every day in New York but still. There is a hole in the back of my thoughts where her advice and stern demeanor used to be. It all begins to become unbearable. Grades, college, track, stupid social bullshit, and 'family.' My hands begin to shake as the knot in my stomach forms. I'm already sweating as I walk to the fine arts building. As I go up the stairs to my favorite spot on the roof my vision begins to blur with tears. I burst out of the stairwell in a sprint.
I stop at the edge. Throw up my arms and scream, "What the fuck!?"
I'm not sure who I'm talking to as my voice echoes across the football field. I run my hand through my hair and turn around to start my usual pacing. I'm startled to see a boy to the right of the door on the floor with his head leaning against the wall. Holy shit! I think as I start to worry about someone seeing me like this. Then I realize he's asleep. I look closer and see he has raven black hair. He has gangly long arms and legs with a lean muscle profile to fill it out. His hands are tucked behind his head with his backpack as a pillow. A bit of spittle is running down his right cheek.
He open his eyes to reveal a sea-green hue. They practically glow. I realize that I'm standing here staring at him so to avoid an awkward situation I try to speak, "You drool when you sleep." Those may have been the wrong words. He chuckles with a wipe of his chin. "Thanks for the info." His voice is deep. "Your voice cracks when you yell." he says laughingly. I blush with anger and embarrassment. "I- I thought you were asleep." I stammer at his disconcerting calmness.
"Oh I was," he returns. "Until the door nearly took my head off." He seems angry until he cracks a grin. "I closed my eyes again cause you seemed like you needed privacy. Also I'm pretty friggin' tired." He says before stretching with a yawn. The boy sits up indian style. "I'm Percy by the way." he says casually. "I'm Annabeth." I say now composed. "Okay Annabeth," he pats the rooftop at his left. "Sit down and tell me why you're yelling at football fields." Deciding I'd rather be here than in class right now, I sit down.
I really don't feel like talking about my morning so I ask him something. "Why are you cutting class on the first day of school?" He leans back on his hands and looks up at the sky. "Other than yelling profanity at grass? I just felt like taking a nap. And seeing as this is my first day at Goode, I decided to be fashionably late. Cause I'd rather navigate the school alone than with a thousand loud-ass people." He answers. I'm confused at that. "You're skipping your first classes at a new school cause you feel like it?" I ask incredulously. "I can't fathom it." I shake my head.
He chuckles again. "Well when you do things cause you want to, it's rarer that you do things cause you're having a panic attack." He says staring at me expecting lay. "I was not having a panic attack." I say sternly. "Sure you weren't." He says laying back down with his hands behind his head. "Stress'll do that to you, so I make a point of not worrying, eating a lot of cookies, and napping frequently." He says matter of factly. I laugh. "Everybody worries, school and extracurriculars make all people stressed." I tell him.
He looks at me and says, "Well when you float through class at a C-average with a few B's you don't. And as for extracurriculars I never have to worry." he says truthfully. "What, do you just not do anything? I ask. "Nah, I swim." He answers. "Are you as good as you are cocky? Cause swimming is crazy competitive." I say expecting him to say he's just decent. "Yea, I'm one of the best in the nation."
I'd think he's gloating if not for the fact that he says it so casually, as if it's a normal thing. I don't think he's joking due to his perfectly straight face. "You're serious?" I ask. "Yup, so naturally I just practice hard and don't have to worry." We continue to talk for a while until the kids all start switching classes. "Shit! 3rd is starting." I exclaim. "I gotta hurry, see you some other time Percy." I say as I start for the door. "Sounds good Wise Girl." he says.
"Wise Girl? That's lame." I say furrowing my brow.
"It's my first impression," Percy spreads his hands like he's reading a title. "Wise Girl."

A/N: Not sure what to call this or what cover to give it, just kinda came to me.