Percabeth One-Shots

Sandwhich

It's ridiculous when you think about it, but Annabeth really does want to murder him.

Okay perhaps not murder him but maybe leave him in a state where he is disabled for the rest of the semester so he can stop stealing her sandwich.

She has no idea what his name is, how old is he, or what he is studying; the only thing she knows for sure is that his personal goal is to make her Monday, Wednesday, and Friday's suck because he always, always ends up picking the last sandwich. The only one Annabeth likes.

Annabeth has a routine: every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday after her 12pm class she walks to the cafeteria, buys her delicious honey and mustard chicken sandwich, and eats it as she reads her book until it's time for her 2:30pm class. But a few weeks after term started, sandwich boy screws everything up. He starts turning up thirty seconds before her and taking her sandwich.

The first time it happens she doesn't think much of it. When the same thing happens on Wednesday she's a little annoyed, by Friday she is pissed. But, deciding that she can't rightfully yell at a complete stranger for buying a sandwich, she decides to try things differently. She packs up as quickly as possible when the class ends and walks faster to the cafeteria, he still beats her; she starts sitting closer to the door for a faster get-away, he still beats her. Finally, she decides to run (and she is fast) but when she gets there, clutching a stitch in her side and dragging her bag back onto her shoulder, he is already paying.

"Are you freaking kidding me?!"

Sandwich boy is not the only one to turn around at her loud protest.

She's embarrassed enough to talk and duck her head as she steps into the queue to buy her far less appetising sandwich.

The next Monday her class runs long so she arrives at the cafeteria having already accepted that she will not be getting her beloved sandwich. Though that does nothing to deter her bitterly eating her unappealing egg sandwich while giving her best glare to the back of sandwich boy's head. On Wednesday, she makes plans to meet her friend, Piper for lunch and Annabeth asks her pretty please to pick up a honey and mustard sandwich for her. But even as Annabeth arrives in the bustling cafeteria, she is barely surprised to see her friend without said sandwich and offering a pointed finger to a dark-haired boy. Annabeth is seriously reconsidering murdering sandwich boy.

"Sorry"' Piper said when Annabeth sat down and began to unenthusiastically open her tuna sandwich. "I was about to grab it when this cute guy crashed into me and I got kinda distracted because did I mention cute? And next thing I know the sandwich was gone."

"I am never going to eat that sandwich again," Annabeth grumbled.

"What?" Piper mutters, her mouth full of food.

Annabeth just shakes her head. "So tell me about cute guy."

"Oh," she says, sitting up with a distinct sparkle in her eyes, 'he's blonde and he plays lacrosse..."

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Friday arrives with bad weather, perfectly reflecting Annabeth's mood. It is by far her worst day on her timetable and her friend, Hazel is absent due to a nasty cold going around (which Annabeth has contracted herself but refuses to skip class due to her personal moral code on the topic) so she is alone for the classes they usually sit together in. She shuffles into the cafeteria at 1:06 pm, sniffling into a tissue and joins the line, her mind, for once, on a cup of hot chocolate rather than her sandwich.

It's not until five minutes later when she's sitting at her table, curling one hand around her mug of hot chocolate and using the other to hold her book open, that she is reminded of her absent sandwich. It appears in front of her, slid on the table by an unfamiliar hand. But when she looks up, the face is all too familiar.