Who is he really?

Who is he really? Chapter 15

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*Annabeths Pov*

I was late.

Really late.

I had woken up late this morning, as I had a project due today, that I had completely forgot about.

I had to quickly pull my hair into a ponytail, so it was messy.

I had put on normal, boot cut jeans and an off the shoulder, white shirt, the top part lacy, paired with my white converses.

I ran into the school, unfortunately, I was running too fast, and ended up crashing into someone.

That someone, was Percy Jackson, the guy I walked out on last night.

Ok, that sounds like I had agreed to go on a date with him.

Did I want that?

If someone had asked me a week ago, I would've laughed my ass off and said no, of course not.

But now, now I wasn't so sure.

"Uh, you should probably be more careful." Percy said.

Oops, guess I forgot about him being here.

"S-sorry, I'm late" I said.

He nodded his head and walked off.

I stared at him, as he walked, trying not to be noticed by anyone.

Luck was not in his favor today, he got slammed into the locker by Matt Sloan, a so-called 'jock' at our school. Really, he just stood there and let his cronies do all the dirty work, but of course, he got all the girls and credit.

Percy just took the hits and went on with his life. Not just now, all the time at school. I honestly didn't think it was that bad.

I downcast my eyes.

But they didn't stay there very long.

"Hey Annie, what's wrong?" Silena asked.

I shook my head.

"Nothing" I mummered, not saying anything about the 'Annie' thing. But I hate that name.

"Uh, ok. Remember, I'm always here to talk to" Silena said.

Then she left to her Homeroom class.

The first bell rang.

I walked towards room 274, my Homeroom class.

As I walked in, most people stared at me in, sympathy, pity, lust or jealousy.

I walked to the back of the room, where Percy was sitting, with his head down, making it look like he was sleeping.

"Hey" I said, while sitting down.

He looked up at me.

He was kinda cute, with his black hair, dangling past his forehead and his sea green eyes-wait, WHAT?!?! What the Hades am I thinking?!?!

"Are we going to do this project, or not?" he asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

I nodded.

"What's-his-face, already delivered a sheet, it's pretty simple. You fill out your sheet and I'll fill out mine, then we don't have to talk to each other." He said.

I'll admit, I was a bit disappointed, but I did as he said.

I took the sheet out and grabbed my 2B pencil.