Chasing that Jackson

That boy with the black hair- Annabeth

Annabeth's POV

A boy sat down next to me with tousled black hair, wearing a Yankees baseball cap, as if he needed to wear it to remember what City we were in. As he sat down his legs bumped heavily against mine. I looked up and glared at him. Seriously, couldn't he have space awareness?

"Sorry" he said grinning. I ignored him and went back to my book. He looked taken aback and glanced at me.

"Jeez no need to be rude. Am I annoying you?"

"Gee, I wonder?" I said sharply, giving him daggers. He shrugged and turned away. I rolled my eyes. Boy, if he knew what I could do with a knife.

Okay, so that sounded creepy. The thing is, I'm not a regular 'mortal', shall I say. Believe me if you will but my Mom is Athena, the Greek goddess of wisdom and war. I usually go to a summer camp called Camp Half-Blood, but I decided to come home to my mortal family for a year to sort out some issues. I want to be an architect and use the wisdom my Mom gave me, but her being the goddess of war, I learnt some pretty neat moves at camp.

I was reading my book, all about Hercules, and it was in Ancient Greek. I could understand it of course; perks of having a Greek goddess as a mom, but this boy kept looking over at me, and it was creepy. He seemed to notice that my book wasn't English.

"Hey is that Ancient Greek?"

How on Earth did he know?

"Hercules the strong held his club. Sure sounds interesting" he said sarcastically.

I wasn't bothered by the sarcasm, I was more bothered by the fact he could read Ancient Greek, and translate it pretty well.

I looked at him with a new interest. He seemed to get nervous with me watching him intently. I pulled my eyes away, only to look back again. He looked at me nervously, and his bottle of water started bubbling.

"Have you got soda in there?" I asked. I swore it wasn't bubbling before.

"No. " he said and turned away, as if that answered everything.

Typical.

I looked away and rolled my eyes. I decided not to bother. If anyone got him to talk I'd congratulate them.

The coach journey wasn't getting boring, I had finished my book and that boy wasn't talking. I tied my hair up and brushed it out, and I saw him looking at me again like I was crazy.

"Why is it that every girl has to fiddle with her hair?" I heatedly turned towards him.

"Well excuse me for having ADHD and not being able to sit still on a 3 hour coach journey!" I hissed. I saw my reflection on the windows, and tried to stop looking so red.

The boy suddenly looked sheepish.

"Oh. Sorry" he said and looked away.

I calmed down a bit and looked out of the window at the forest surrounding us.

"I have ADHD too"

I turned and he looked away, now his face red. I smiled a little bit.

When we reached the camp, the boy took his bags. And got off the coach quickly. I decided to follow his example.