Who Could Have Known (Percabeth AU)✔️

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Annabeth's POV

Holy crap.

Percy just kissed me.

I just kissed Percy.

We just kissed.

Oh my God. I felt so many different emotions at once.

First, I felt like I was floating because I was kissing my new found best friend, possible boyfriend—who, by the way, is an amazing kisser, let me just say. He held me so close, I could smell his ocean-y scent. It was clean and fresh and his lips tasted like salt water—in a good way.

Second, I felt scared. The logical part of me, which I surprisingly enough don't always find as my friend, was like knock, knock, hey! I just came to remind you that when Drew sees you with him at school on Monday, she's gonna want your head on her wall. I mean, remember when I totally owned her ass—not to brag or anything—in the cafeteria after she tried to confront me? This was going to be ten times worse.

Third, I felt empowered. The part of me that I liked to call the Reyna part was coming through. I was not going to let Drew walk all over me. I wasn't going to let her get what she wanted. I wasn't going to let her control my life. I was going to stand up to her, and put her in her place. But only after she comes to me. There's no reason to pick a fight that I have a good chance of losing.

But more than anything, I felt amazing. I was with Percy. He knew how I felt. I knew how he felt. And despite the fact that there was blue pancake batter streaked in my hair, I'd say it was a pretty good first kiss. And, somehow, I just knew what I was doing. I had never kissed anyone, or been kissed, so I have no experience. But, I was able to make it seem like I did. It was easy—it just came naturally with Percy. It felt right.

I was sure that Percy had plenty of experience—he wasn't lame like me. He didn't have his first kiss when he was sixteen and a junior in high school. He probably had his first kiss long before even eight grade.

But that didn't matter. What mattered, was that my kiss with him was amazing.

***

Percy and I were a mess, so after we ate, we went upstairs to my room and I suggested that we shower, and clean ourselves up. I let Percy go first, like the wonderful hostess I am. "Uh, you can use this shampoo, this conditioner, and this body wash." I pointed to all the things as I rattled them off.

"Thanks." He smiled at me. I smiled back. Then I walked out, closing the door behind me.

After he was in, I went to my dad's room and pulled out an old t-shirt and sweat pants that didn't fit my dad anymore, and they looked to be about Percy's size.

I pulled a towel out of the little closet in my bathroom. I got a tooth brush and a little travel size tube of toothpaste from under my sink, and put the clothes, towel, toothbrush, and toothpaste all on the toilet. Then I walked out, closing the door behind me.

I decided to take this time and face time Piper. The phone rang twice before she picked up. "Hey." She says with a smile.

"Hey." I return the smile.

"So, Percy—" I was about to tell Piper about what happened to Percy, but I decided that he probably wouldn't want me sharing that. It's personal information, and he told me because he trusts me. I wouldn't want to ruin that. I decided to lie, for Percy's sake. "Needed a place to stay because his apartment flooded. So he came here." I say.

"What." She asks. Her facial expression seems to say what just came out of your mouth? "Percy Jackson is IN YOUR HOUSE!?" She yells. I lowered the volume on my phone, incase Percy could hear. My bathroom door was only a few feet away from my bed, where I was sitting.