Soulmate AU (PJO/HoO)

2. Annabeth

I stepped into Goode Highschool for the first time. I looked around at the walls, just to get the hang of it. After getting used to the new setting, I started walking towards the office to get my schedule.

My boyfriend, Luke, and my best friend Thalia went to this school before they graduated, so when my other school caught on fire (very long story) I transferred here.

Let's get one thing straight. I know for a fact that Luke isn't my soulmate, but we are still dating.

Oh but Annabeth, I hear you say, don't you want to find true love?

Well dear readers, no. As long as I have Luke, I'm completely fine. Luke and I both agreed that finding our soulmates would practically be impossible, and that this shouldn't limit who we date.

My father doesn't approve of this, yet he married my stepmother, who is NOT his soulmate.

My stepmother is....interesting. She doesn't abuse me, or make me some kind of Cinderella, but you can tell she doesn't like me much. It probably pains her to remember that my dad was in a previous marriage before my mom died.

As I walked past some lockers, I noticed the students all seemed to be staring at me as I passed. I heard whispers behind me as I walked.

I reached the front office, and I saw the secretary's name plate read Mrs. Steamy.

Mrs. Steamy had pixie cut grey hair and glasses, and was on the fat side. She was wearing a light purple and light blue shirt with black leggings. She seemed to be in her early 70's.

"Hello ma'am," I said politely, "I'm the new student Annabeth Chase. I'm here for my schedule."

She looked at me and lowered her glasses. "Alright." She said finally, moments after it had gotten to awkward for comfort.

She handed me a piece of paper, my locker combination, and how to find my first class. I automatically looked at my schedule. My first class read Science.

I thanked her and headed off into the halls. Finding my locker, I looked the combination and entered it. I got it first try. After putting most of my things away and memorizing my locker hall, I decided to find the science room.

When the first bell rang moment later, I groaned loudly.

"Excuse me, could you help me fin-" I started, but then a group of people rushed past me. By the time I regained my posture, the hall was basically deserted.

I sighed and stared at my schedule. It seemed to taunt me, saying You're going to be late on the first day.

I'm a very smart person, or so that's what people have told me. I hate being late, and I get straight A's.

I hope that didn't sound like I was bragging...

Anyway, I was standing in the hall, completely alone, staring at my schedule. Suddenly, I heard footsteps farther down the hall. So I turned around with a frown on my face to see two boys walking side by side down the hall. One of the boys had curly brown hair, and he was wearing a Rasta cap. He was wearing a grey hoodie with a dark orange shirt, blue jeans, and black vans.

The other boy seemed to notice my presence. He had messy, black hair and piercing sea green eyes. He was wearing a long navy blue jacket, a dark green t-shirt, blue jeans, and blue sneakers.

I waved, in case he didn't see me. To my relief he waved back.

I was coming closer to them as I ran down the hall, when I suddenly saw two mean looking girls sneaking up on the two boys. It wasn't the girls themselves though, it was the big stick of metal that one of them was holding.

"Behind you!" I shouted. The black haired boy whirled around to see what was going on, when the bigger girl with the metal swung it towards the other boy.

"No!" The black haired boy yelled as he shoved the other boy out of the way. I watched in horror as the metal connected with his ribcage. While I was horrified, I was also mildly impressed that he would take such a hard hit for his friend.

I suddenly snapped out of my shock and surged forward. I lunged towards the bigger girl and smacked her hard on the cheek.

"You don't know your messing with girly." The bigger girl threatened. "I think I do," I said as I dodged her punch, and punched her in the gut. "And the name is Annabeth."

The redhead looked scared and was backing away rather quickly. "Coward!" The bigger girl yelled at the redhead.

I threw another punch, this time, at her face.
She fell over due to the fact that she was already off balance. "You'll regret this Annie Beth." She spat, retreating.

I sighed in relief and crouched down to the boy with curly hair, who was crouched next to the black haired boy.

"Is he okay?" I mentally cursed myself. He's obviously NOT okay.

"He's bleeding and unconscious. We were in a fight with Clarrise and Nancy earlier. They must have followed us." He said. "Where's the nurse's office?" I asked.

"Follow me." He said, running away. I sighed as I slowly followed, dragging the black haired boy by the armpits.

"Whoops." The boy said, picking up the other boys feet. "Let me help you."

Ignoring the weird look the secretary gave us, we managed to put him out on a lumpy bed.

The nurse came in, screamed, ran out, then came back with some bandages. "I'll tell you when I'm done." She said, absentmindedly.

We took that as our cue to leave, so we waited outside.

"I'm Annabeth." I said, trying to start a conversation. "I'm Grover. The guy you just carried is Percy."

'Percy' I thought. For some reason, it sounded fitting. "And now we wait." Grover sighed, and we both waited for around 15 minutes before the nurse came out. "He's still out, but you can wait until next period." She said, heading down the hall.

Grover and I headed into the room and sat down next to the bed. "He's drooling." I noticed. Grover chuckled. "Yeah, he does that."

"I'm going to tell him when he wakes up." I decided. "Id love to see that." Grover laughed. 'He kinda sounds like a goat..' I thought.

10 minutes later, Grover stood up. "I've gotta use the restroom. I'll be back soon." He said, leaving.

Around a minute later, Percy stirred. He slowly woke up, and noticed me. "Who are you?" He asked me, blinking.

"You drool in your sleep." I responded, ignoring his question. For some reason, I felt the words on my arm tingle.

Grover had said his name was Percy. The initials on my wrist were P.J

No. This Percy guy is not my soulmate. Maybe his last name is Seal or something.

But somehow I think that that's not the case. I've got a feeling in my gut that, no matter how much I hate it, this guy's last name starts with J