I'm still in love with you! - A Percabeth fanfiction

Chapter 4

I opened the door of the house, finally home but late as usual. I once again got so wrapped up in my work that it was the janitor that snapped me out of it. I didn't want to go yet but he reminded me of the policy I have put for all the staff of my company: No one is allowed to work here past 6 pm unless it's a critical situation. Of course, when it comes to me, the janitor simply does all the other work before doing my office, giving me one more hour. Still, he ultimately has to kick me out of my office, which he seems to take a little pleasure in doing so, judging by the way he ask me to leave. I mean, how can I refuse when I'm told: "Ma'am, by the power entrusted in me by yourself, I hereby kick you out of your office and ban you from it until 6 am tomorrow morning." I always ended saying something "Sir! Yes sir!"

I sigh as I close the door, saying "Scott, I'm home!"

"Hi! Diner's on the counter! Mac'n'cheese!"

"With ground beef?"

"Of course! What do I look like?"

"Smartass! How was your day at school?"

"Nothing much!" he only used that reply when something happens

"Scott Chase... What happened?"

I hear him sigh and come into the kitchen, reveling his beat-up face to me

"Oh, my gods! What happened? Who did this to you?"

"A new girl at school. She punched me right on the jaw"

"And I'm sure you did nothing for that to happen"

"Nothing!" he say, crossing his arms on his chest and looking down

"Yeah right! Let me guess: you saw a new girl, though that she would be drooling over you like all the others and did something cocky, probably something like putting your arm on her shoulders or even her waist. Maybe she told you to back off, but that doesn't change anything because you wouldn't do it even if she asked you to. Nonetheless, she decided that it was enough and smash her fist on your poor pretty face. Knowing you, you probably fought back like an idiot and since I can clearly see that you got others bruises, she probably put up a better fight than you anticipated and maybe even matched you. That's about right?"

He simply grumbled something in the line off "Yes"

"You look okay so that only leave two questions up: Was she alright too and how could she land such hits on you when you have four martial arts black belts and sword fighting lessons since you're eight years old"

"Apparently, she's Jack's cousin and she texted him that she has a black belt in Karate, Kong-fu, Ju-jitsu and capoeira, as do her father."

"That's strange, why would someone send his kid to 4 different art martial class"

"Probably for the same reason you send me there: to keep my energy in check"

"Probably. Have you done your homework?"

"Yeah, while the teacher was explaining them to the class"

"You did inherited my brain. Well, if they're all done, how about we go get some pizza? There's this nice little pizzeria in a 20 minutes ride. You down for it?"

"Mom, it's 9:30 pm"

"So what? I used to stay up way more late then that"

"Damn! Annabeth Chase? Doing so unreasonable as staying up past 10 pm? Impossible."

"You do way to much sass"

"What's that?"

"Nevermind. So? You up for it or not?"