I Knew You Were Trouble (Percabeth)

Chapter 1

I got the inspiration for this story from the music video above. Disclaimer: All of the characters from the Percy Jackson/ Heroes of Olympus belong to Rick Riordan. Enjoy my masterpiece (and my humbleness)! Oh btw for the video above you might want to skip the first minute or so 'cause it's just Taylor Swift moaning about how sad her life is. : )

Third Person POV:

A knock sounded at the front door, "I'll get it!" screamed Annabeth hoping to prevent the inevitable. Too late. "Beth! What is the boy doing here?" yelled Athena Chase, Annabeth's mother. 'Beth' winced she was hoping to answer the door herself and slip away with a flippant excuse in order to escape her mother's wrath, but obviously that wasn't happening.

Rushing down from her room Annabeth readied herself for yet another fight with her mother. Closing the door in Luke Castellan's smirking face, Athena glared at her daughter who cowered under the strength of her gaze. "What?" Annabeth asked trying (and failing) to appear confident, "It's just Luke! You know my boyfriend of three months?".

"Oh, and just what is 'Luke-your-boyfriend-of-three-months' doing at my front door and would it hurt him to ring the doorbell?"

"Mum!" Annabeth exclaimed, "You are being rude!"

"I'm being rude? Young lady that's rich coming from you!"

"What do you mean by that?"

" I mean that you have been pulling the same tricks over these past few months; leaving the house without any explanation, sneaking out in the evenings and sneaking back in at the small hours of the morning!! Did you think that none of us would notice?"

Annabeth stood frozen for a moment realizing that she hadn't as been a smart as she had originally thought, but then she remembered a certain blonde standing on the other side of the door.

"Mum! Luke!"

"What about him?"

"He's still outside!"

"And?"

"Mum!"

"Oh, fine," Athena sighed.

The door opened once again to reveal the blonde with piercing blue eyes, devious smile and cut on the cheek that he had received from a bar fight around a year ago.

"Come on," Luke snarled exasperatedly. A/N You can snarl exasperatedly, right?

"Bye mum!" and before her mum could object Annabeth stepped out and shut the door. "Let's go." Luke snaked an arm around her waist and tugged her along to his black pickup truck.

Annabeth POV:

I was sitting in the passenger seat of his pick-up wondering where we were going, maybe he was taking me out to dinner?, no it couldn't be otherwise he wouldn't have told me to dress casual I thought while looking down at the skinny jeans and grey t-shirt with the words 'I speak fluent sarcasm' printed in bold that I was wearing.

As the journey carried on I couldn't help but wonder where we were going, I mean Luke would never take me anywhere dangerous or rough, would he? It might be after all Luke had told me that I was too soft, that I needed to toughen up, stop being a little obedient schoolgirl and be a little rebellious. And I couldn't not do it I could never disappoint him like that. But what if you already have? The voice in the back of my head says, I have haven't I? I'm ugly, not fit to be by his side on his arm and yet he chose me ,out of all the girls he could've had, me!

Before I met him I had almost fell into a deep depression but he had saved me brought me back to earth and showed me all the amazing things that life had to offer; wild parties, late nights, the buzz of alcohol all of which allowed me to forget about my past. He was an angel sent down to save me I couldn't be more grateful, I loved him.

But does he love you? The voice in my head piped up, of course he did he wouldn't be bringing me on all his wild adventures if he didn't. Well he had never told me that he loved me when I sure as hell told him. But he loves me I'm positive.

"Get out. We're here," Luke stated mischievously, with a smirk.

I hopped out and stumbled, stiff from the four-hour drive to... a barren wasteland?

"Come on," he beckoned moving ahead of me," The party is this way."

After a five minute walk we could hear a heavy baseline of a song I didn't know and eventually reached massive hordes of what seemed like hormonal teenagers as most of the were either snogging or grinding to the music. At least they seemed about my age; seventeen or eighteen yet I still felt out of my comfort zone. After reaching for Luke's hand in order to gain some sense of stability and instead grasping air(not that was much with these hormonal clusters everywhere) I shuddered as a couple in a heavy make out session had moved right next to me.

Moving away from the two teenagers trying to eat the other's face off I resolved to gain some confidence. If Luke had left me here then he probably thought that I was ready to face a party on my own, so as not to disappoint him I maneuvered through the people grinding, with the baseline of the incredibly loud music pounding in my chest.

As I walked on avoiding the grappling hands that reached out, trying to grab me, pull me into their dance some male some female. I soon came across a couple in an intense make out practically tearing each other's clothes off, they were also directly in my path. Desperately wanting to tell them to move out of my way yet feeling shy to interrupt in a snap decision tapped the male on the shoulder who looked very familiar.

Luke snapped his head up yelling "The fuck do you thin-"

Then he saw me "Annabeth... it isn't what it looks like! I swear!"

But it was too little too late I was already walking off tears finding their way to the ground.

His next words turned the shattered remains of my heart into rubble,

"Oh who cares about you anyway! You are just a spoiled bitch who I never even liked!"

He and the girl he had been making out with just laughed and carried on snogging. While my brisk pace turned into a sprint, my sole goal was to get as far away from there as possible maybe I could run away from my problems and they wouldn't follow me? Luke certainly hadn't. If not him then who would?

By this time I had ended up completely lost in the middle of nowhere at loss the only thing that I could do was curl up into a ball on this dusty terrain a mess of tears and just hoped that all this would go away that it was all just a terrible dream.