Annabeth collapsed onto the couch, hunching over to hide her face in her hands.
She was in too deep. She had met this kid just the day before and was already in too-fucking-deep.
With a sigh the blonde took out her phone and unlocked it. The group had messaged her, and she didn't know if that was good or bad.
Hopefully good.
Opened Chat: Just The Girls . . . Oh And Nico
Annabae:
[Image Sent]
GothGirl:
Well . . .
LightningMcLean:
ANNABETH OH MY GOD
AFJBEUIFNEW!!!
ILookGoodInPurple:
This is unexpected . . .
RainbowInHell:
Fuck-
GirlInGoldBoots:
Awwww!!! <3 Soooo cute!!
LeaveMeWithMyPlants:
How?!?! Is?!? He?!?! REAL?!?!
LightningMcLean:
SPILL EVERYTHING NOW!!!
GothGirl:
Nico . . . Um
RainbowInHell:
I know
Annabae:
Guys! What the hell?! You're the ones who asked for a picture!
GirlInGoldBoots:
No.
We know! But How?
RainbowInHell:
Sis.
Come here
Now.
GirlInGoldBoots:
Okay???
LightningMcLean:
Wellllll . . .
While they do whatever the fuck it is he has dragged her off for-
Teeeeellllll meeeeeeeee
Annabae:
Um, about what?
LightningMcLean:
EVERYTHING!!
GothGirl:
OH GOD I /really/ don't want to hear this
LeaveMeWithMyPlants:
What? Thalia! Why?
GothGirl:
I know that kid.
Annabae:
Wait-what?
LightningMcLean:
?!?!?!?!?!???!?!??!
ILookGoodInPurple:
Elaborate please.
GirlInGoldBoots:
OMG!! HOW DID I NOT NOTICE?!?!
LightningMcLean:
I repeat
?!?!?!?!?!???!?!??!
GothGirl:
We haven't seen him in /years/
And you were fairly young Hazel.
Annabae:
Care to inform the rest of the class?
GothGirl:
Nico?
RainbowInHell:
Ugh
You do it.
GothGirl:
Loser
Anyways
That's Percy Jackson
Our cousin.
His dad was our uncle.
Annabae:
. . .
LightningMcLean:
AAAAAAHHHH WHAT!!!???
LeaveMeWithMyPlants:
Ah, I see it.
ILookGoodInPurple:
As do I.
GothGirl:
We haven't heard from him-much less seen-him in years.
Jason and I tried to keep in touch once we moved but like
Something happened and we could never contact him
RainbowInHell:
We've all been worried about it for forever.
GirlInGoldBoots:
Oh my god . . .
Nico I need hugs
RainbowInHell:
Be right there
Annabae:
He never mentioned any family.
Like at all.
GothGirl:
Wait
What about Sally?!
Annabae:
Who?
GothGirl:
His mom!!
She's like the best person in the whole world!!
Annabae:
Thalia
He lives at an orphanage.
RainbowInHell:
No
Annabae:
I
Um
He does, and from the sound of it has been for years now.
GirlInGoldBoots:
Sally
LightningMcLean:
Fuck
ILookGoodInPurple:
Does he have a phone?
You could give him their numbers and they can talk.
Annabae:
Yeah he has a phone.
He works at a surf shop to pay for that and other things.
GothGirl:
Annie, please give me his number.
Annabae:
Uh, yeah.
Here
Annabeth blinked.
This could not be happening.
Annabeth scrambled to text Percy, she had to give him a heads up. Anything to get him prepared for this. She had no idea what would happen, or what could happen.
It had to be good right?
Right?
WiseGirl:
Percy!
Um, this is going to sound weird.
But, um, I showed my friends the picture and a few of them know you.
You're going to get some text from a few unknown numbers. Please let them explain.
SwimmerBoy:
Sure thing?
WiseGirl:
Thanks
Don't worry, it's not bad.
The blonde sat back against the couch cushions. Her scrambled mind was pulled back into reality when the front door opened.
Helen walked in, the twins running in front of her and already making a mess.
"Annabeth," Helen said as she paused in the doorway. "I'm heading out, watch the boys. I should be home before your father." The older woman's dark hair shifted like a sheet of ink, matching dark eyes not even looking up from her phone.
The younger woman nodded, not still completely focused. "Yeah, sure." She mumbled, the mother of the twins left at that. With nothing more than a grunt of recognition that Annabeth had answered at all.
But the blonde didn't care. No, Annabeth was far from caring about that bitch. Her heart was sore and her head was spinning.
What were the chances?
She didn't get any more texts, and that worried her as she watched Bobby and Matthew.
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FanfictionShut up. Don't say a word. Because he can't. No Percy Jackson can't talk. He writes out his sentences. No one understands why, they don't bother to ask. If they bothered they would find a boy without parents. They would find a boy put into foster...
