Percabeth One-Shots

Glasses Pt. 1

Annabeth Chase knows she is popular. She's athletic and effortlessly keeps up a perfect GPA, she's beautiful in that typical Californian way. Everything is pretty easy for her at school; her home life is not so easy, so school is almost a safe haven for her. It's regular and people like her, and her achievements are recognised by someone other than herself. School is easy.

For Percy Jackson, school is the second circle of hell. He works endlessly to keep his head down, avoid being asked on by teachers and being picked on by fellow classmates. Fellow isn't the word Percy would use to describe his classmates though; fellow sounds friendly, it implies that his classmates do something other than belittle or ignore him. He prefers to be ignored, it makes life far easier.

Percy stares into the abyss of his locker. Crammed with books, spare pads of paper, pens, candy wrappers and a bunch of stuff that will probably leave marks on the old metal, which itself is covered with stickers and a couple photos of his friends; Thalia and Grover. In a few weeks, he will have to clear it out completely. In a few weeks, his high school career will be over. He can't wait, but at the same time he's terrified; high school is a nightmare, but at least it's familiar.

Percy sighs and grabs his biology text book from the mess of his locker. He slams the locker shut and stuffs the book into his backpack just as two hands grab hold of his shirt. Percy knows who it is before they grunt at him,

"Hey, Nerdy."

"Thorn, how are you today?" Percy replies conversationally as the larger boy holds him up against the lockers. Students continue to walk past as if the situation is completely normal, as if it happens every day. Which, unfortunately for Percy, it does. He carries on, "I love the polo shirt you chose to wear today. It's very pink. I see you're keeping up with the girl rules."

Thorn frowns slowly. Every expression Thorn pulls is slow, like it takes the effort of his entire brain to frown or smile or grunt. "What are you talking about, Nerdy?"

"I see you're not a Mean Girls fan, Thorn. You're missing out, really. Some consider it a modern classic."

Thorn looks more confused. Percy tenses, scrunching his face up and wishing he hadn't already put his backpack on- the camera in his bag is digging into his shoulderblade. When Thorn doesn't understand something, he usually gets mad and usually punches something, which is usually Percy. But before he can, a voice rings out through the hall,

"Thorn, you want another reprimand on your record?"

It's not a teacher, and when both boys turn their heads to see the owner of the voice, they meet the steely gray eyes of Annabeth Chase. Percy's heart plummets. Out of everyone in the entire school, possibly the whole world, Annabeth Chase is the last person he wants to see him being pinned against a locker quoting Mean Girls.

Thorn stares at her for a moment, apparently forgetting about Percy, his brain slowly ticking as he considers his options. After a moment, he drops Percy, who falls unceremoniously on his ass, and stalks down the hall in the opposite direction to Annabeth.

Percy sits there a moment and wonders at his misfortune. Until two sneakered feet appear in front of him, and he follows them up two slim long legs, shorts, blue t-shirt, long neck, and a beautiful face tilted as she looks down at him.

"You okay?" Annabeth says.

Percy scrambles upright, pulling the straps of his bag onto his shoulders and wiping off the nonexistent dust on his jeans.

"Yeah," he says, not meeting her eyes. "Yeah, I'm good."

Annabeth's lips twitch. Percy meets her eyes fleetingly, before looking away again; at the wall behind her head; the folders she clutches to her chest; her feet, legs, lips.

"I'm Annabeth," she says, holding out a hand. As if he doesn't already know who she is. "Annabeth Chase."

"Yeah," he nods, taking her hand; it's soft and small in his, but she has marks on the fingers of her right hand from holding her pen too tightly.

He knows because he has the same marks on his own skin, and because maybe he watches her writing in class sometimes; with her bottom lip pulled between her teeth; shoulders hunched forwards, almost protectively; hand sprinting across the page as she writes down every word she hears. Percy spends too much time watching her in class, it's a good thing he's smart.

"Yeah," he says again. "I'm Percy." Because she doesn't know that, why would she know his name? "Percy Jackson."

She nods, smiling. She's smiling and nodding at him. Percy thinks he might have got a concussion from when Thorn had slammed him against the locker.

"You're in my Bio class, right? With Dr. Lease?"

"Yeah." He sits one row behind her and watches her write like a creepy stalker. At some point, Annabeth released his hand. His palm feels sweaty, he wipes it against his thigh.

"You want to walk together?" Annabeth says.

"Where?"

She laughs. "To Olympus, Seaweed Brain."

Percy looks up at her at the sound of his new nickname.

"To Biology class," she clarifies with a smile.

"Oh. Yeah." He nods. He's nodding too much. He makes himself stop and tries to meet her eyes again, they are bright and inquiring. "Yeah.. uh.. sure."

"Great," she says, like she's really glad. "Let's go."

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So... I'm starting another multi-part oneshot :D I hope you guys will like it!

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