Waiting For Superman

Chapter 4

Hey guys! Sorry, I got sick again and I was really busy. I've had some stuff going on, and then my boyfriend was having some trouble, and I needed to handle that, so I couldn't update.

Then my chapter 4 got accidentally deleted from my notes, but then I remembered that I had posted this on fanfiction.net, so it's saved, but I did notice that my fanfiction.net chapters are a little longer and a bit different than what I've been posting, cause I added chapters together and edited somethings. But they're much better, so I'll be using those from now on in my updates, so be happy, cause it's gonna be awesome.

Anyways, enjoy this update; it's a little longer than usual. :)

Note: There may be some typos, sorry. Feel free to point them out if you must.

Disclaimer: PJO and HOO belong to Rick Riordan, creds to him.

- BlairBear

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I'm sitting in my last class, English, which I usually enjoy, but today I desperately glance at the clock, waiting for the bell to finally ring. I don't understand my feelings. Why do I want this class to end? I should want it to drag on, considering that I have to work with Percy today. And if Luke sees me... Ugh, shut up, Annabeth! Piper has you covered. Besides, there's nothing between Percy and I. All we're doing is working on a stupid project, and it's not even a project where we learn anything! Unless you count learning new things about your partner necessary. What a waste of time.

I mentally groan.

Finally, the bell rings, and I shoot out of class, the first one out the door. I walk over to my locker with my head down, put all my needed books for tonight in my backpack, zip it up, and shut my locker door. I wander around aimlessly, trying to figure out which locker row contains 657. In one row, I see a tall, broad guy with messy obsidian-colored hair, struggling with his books, trying to put them in his backpack neatly. Let's just say he's failing. I recognize who he is immediately and squeeze past people, walking up behind him. After a few seconds, I poke his shoulder.

He turns around and sees me, his face brightening, and he gives me a boyish lopsided grin. My heart skips a beat at his adorable smile. Wait a second... What the heck, Annabeth? Get yourself together!

"Hey, Annabeth. I'm almost done, just give me a second," Percy says, turning back to his mess of a locker.

"Struggle much?" I smirk at him, and take a step closer so I'm standing next to him, our shoulders brushing as I try to fit in between all the students. Hopefully Luke doesn't see me.

"Nah, I'm just having some trouble today. This doesn't usually happen," he replies, a slight blush crossing his cheeks.

"Here, let me." I take his backpack out of his hands as he grabs the books falling out of it, and I set it on the floor.

I bend down, my hair covering my face, and start putting books Percy hands me neatly into his backpack. When I'm done, I hand him his backpack, and shove him playfully out of the way so I can stand in front of his locker. It's a mess of loose papers, books, and writing utensils. I start taking all of the loose papers out of his locker, crumpling them in my hand, then handing the pile of papers to him.

"Go throw these away."

He obeys and leaves me for a few seconds while I continue organizing his locker. I straighten all his books, putting them in size order, then put all his writing utensils in the little cup holder thing that's magnetized to the inside of his locker door. By the time Percy comes back, his locker is spotless.

"Wow, thanks. I could have done it myself, you know," he says, staring at his locker.

"No, you couldn't have," I disagree, about to close his locker door. Then I notice a familiar face that sends shots of panic through me every time.