AN- Sorry if the names are stupid I suck at that. Also Rick Riordan owns this not me. Also any offensive things said by characters are not supported by me, its just the character.
I looked on at my new class of students, and sighed, knowing that this would be a long year. As I droned on, I visually separated the jocks, nerds, and others. I'm Mr. Green, and I'm a teacher at San Fransisco High School. As I scanned the room, I saw a new student. Glancing on my desk, I identified her as Annabeth Chase. She looked so typical with her curly blond hair and even tan that I almost glanced over her. But then I caught her stormy gray eyes, and I paused. Quickly recovering, I decided to have her introduce herself to the class. Calling her up, I dreaded the narcissistic speech that was going to spout out from the dumb blond.
A few minutes later
So, that was surprising. There was nothing braggadocios or narcissistic about Annabeth. As time wore on, I came to find Annabeth as an intelligent, confident, athletic girl. She stood up to bullies with speeding insults and she rejected each guy with kick and a slap. I then thought of my own son, and how I-he I mean he could benefit from dating this girl. As his social status improves, he would bait her with fake love until she is hopelessly devoted to him and would do anything. Finally, when she's on the brink of greatness, My son would take all the credit for her work and take over her company, leaving her to play the part of the hot trophy wife. I mean, a girl running a billion dollar company? Please! That was a man's job! Their job was to host parties and look pretty for their husbands. I imagined my son sitting at the head of a company dinner, looking dignified, as Annabeth serves the guests cocktails in a revealing outfit. My plan was perfect! My son would be thrilled!
"So, I just have to get her? Dad, that's easy." My son stared at the picture longingly, then obstinately back at my weary face.
"You don't understand. This girl is different. She has all A's, and she's stubborn as a mule. Whenever a boy asks her out, she leaves them with a black eye and a firm no." I showed him videos, and watched his eyes widened.
"So, how do I get her?" I gave him a script.
"Memorize this, and it will be alright. This came after a week of research on psychology." I watched his eyes light up.
-The Next Day-
Annabeth came into my class as I requested.
"You wanted to see me Mr. Green?" she asked concernedly.
"I wanted you to meet someone. This is my son." I gestured to the door as my son walked in.
"I am Tomas," he stuck out his hand. Visually, he was perfect. Reluctantly, she stuck out her hand. Slightly rubbing her fingers, he pulled back.
"Can you tutor him? Thanks!" I quickly left the room. I heard the exact words of the script being smoothly, then a sharp response. Just wait. You won't speak so sharply soon.
-An Hour Later-
I heard a car engine rumble outside, and I peeked through a window. A muscular young man with black hair and green eyes stormed out of a sea green *insert fancy car*. Suddenly a crash and a shriek was heard from the room. I peeked in, expecting to see Tomas on top of her, initiating a kiss. Instead I saw my son whimpering on the floor as Annabeth's foot stood poised at his throat. She whispered threateningly in his ear, then her deadly glare turned toward me. Behind her, Tomas was getting up again. But then, the teen from outside was crashing through the door, pushing past me. Just as Tomas got on his feet, he was met with a skull cracking punch. That's how I met Percabeth.
