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Utterly and Truly Scandalous

| Annabeth Chase |

I rushed out of Geography, clutching my books as I approached my locker. School was so close to being over, and as much as I enjoyed education, I could not wait to return to camp and spend time with my friends and boyfriend.

Just as I shoved my books into my locker, out of the corner of my eye I saw Max approaching. Not feeling at all in the mood, I joined the busy flow of students and allowed myself to get lost and out of site in them. I hadn't seen Percy since first period and it was now third. Today I'd practically had to dress him, giving him a paid of jeans and a navy blue shirt to where, in comparison to grey jogging pants and a long green and pale yellow striped too. I wasn't one for fashion, but that was a serious "no-no".

"Annabeth!" A girl ran up to me, her cheeks red and her breathing quick as if she'd been running. Her brown hair fell around her face even though it was tied up and she held her palm to her forehead. "I'm Lacey McKay and I'm part of the schools newspaper. I was wondering if I could grab you for a second about the schools latest couple scandal?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. what did I have to do with any scandalous couples? "Erm... sure?"

"Okay, good! So how does it feel to be suspected of being cheated on by your boyfriend by the schools 'hottest female' - ranked by students?"

"W-What?" I stammered. "I think you've got the wrong per-"

"You are dating Percy Jackson correct?"

"...Yes but I-" Lacey shoved the latest newspaper in my face. There was an article in the bottom right hand corner featuring a blurry picture. It said how Bridgette Fletcher had been caught making out with a new guy, and people were speculating it was 'the new student Percy Jackson'. From what I could make out in the picture, there was a blonde girl with her lips interlocked with a tall guys lips, a tall guy with kind of shaggy black hair and tanned skin.

"There's like a 50% chance that could be anyone," I argued, "So many people in school look like that!"

"is that your statement for the newspaper?" Lacey asked, taking notes.

"No, what? Wait no, no comment okay! Percy would never do that. Why don't you all mind your own business." I huffed and stormed off, my mind to clouded to remember what lesson I was meant to be walking to.

Hurriedly I rushed down a quite empty corridor and turned off onto one of the small art corridors. I pulled out my organizer to check my lesson before noticing the 2 other people in the room. Making out. I squinted my eyes and it took me only a second to identify Bridgette. Only she would wear 2 inch long orange neon nails. Her hands were rummaging around the hair of the boy she had one leg around as he pushed her up against the wall. He looked like a clearer image of the boy in the newspaper.

Just as I was about to walk away I froze in my tracks and my organizer fell out of my limo hands. A moan escaped Bridgette's lips.

"P-Percy,"

~Piper

I missed him more and more everyday. No word from him. No signs. Jason Grace had disappeared. It was as if he was living a double, secret agent life, I told myself. Any day now he would waltz right through the school doors, scoop me up like in the movies and we'd live happily ever after. At least as 'happily ever after' as demigods can.

I wandered the hallway to art with no one in particular. I had been walking with Percy 10 or so minutes ago but he had disappeared. The art corridor was way more empty that I imagined. Must've been early.

With no one to talk to, I pulled out my sketch pad from my rucksack. For my birthday a while ago I'd got a sketch pad from a distant relative. Only recently I had started filling it with drawings. Things like flowers and animals, to dress designs and new headdresses. I'd become utterly immersed in art and incredibly happy whenever I had it at school. Suddenly I became aware of someone entering the corridor.

They stormed in and I heard their footprints stop almost as quickly as they'd arrived. Then a voice muttered something I couldn't quite make out and the door slammed again. I peeked around the corner to see the door swing to and fro. whoever had entered previously clearly gone now. Then 2 more voices, one masculine and one more high pitched began talking inaudibly.

Unsure, I quietly tiptoed closer, surprisingly eager to find out what just happened. As soon as I got close enough it seemed they'd finished talking. More footsteps. The 2 people started walking to the door. I retreated back a bit and hugged the wall to avoid being seen. Just as they left I managed to make out a sentence.

"I think she fell for it."

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