Percy Jackson one shots

Her Weird Roommate

Shannon walked into the room, hauling her laundry basket behind her. She had just spent the last four hours washing and drying her clothes, and now she was trying to think up a plan to hoodwink Annabeth into helping her fold all of them.

Shannon had been rooming with Annabeth Chase at St. Mary's Catholic School for the past semester. She didn't really have a problem with the girl (sure, she was a little uptight) and most of the time they got along great. The only problems they had so far were the innocent quarrels about when the next test in Anatomy 101 was going to be or when it was time for Shannon to do all of her laundry.

But Shannon knew that there were a lot of rumors about Annabeth. Apparently, she didn't have any parents because she spent all of her time (when they weren't at school) at some weird camp out in Long Island. She also had a gray streak in her hair, and most of the girls at school made fun of her and asked if she was part of some devil worshipping cult that made her dye her hair. Annabeth also had a few scars on her body, but the only time that Shannon had asked about them, Annabeth had just glared at her and changed the subject.

A lot of the girls were also afraid of Annabeth. She was very opinionated, and she didn't care what anyone else thought about her. Sure, Annabeth was always nice, but sometimes it felt like she was just better than everyone else. Annabeth might not have known it, but the other girls only made fun of her and treated her like shit because they were afraid of her.

Being afraid of Annabeth probably wasn't a bad idea. The other girl was practically a goddess. She was nearly perfect at everything; all of their school work, all of the sports they played in P.E., all of the extracurriculars, just-everything. And not to mention the fact that she also looked like a freaking goddess. She had curly blonde hair and these intense gray eyes that clashed perfectly well together. Her legs were insanely long, and she had an uncanny amount of muscle to be a teenage girl.

Despite Shannon being extremely jealous of Annabeth, they had managed to become friends. Annabeth didn't really have a lot of friends ("a lot" transfers to none in this situation) and Shannon hadn't minded hanging out with her a little when she figured out they would be rooming together. They definitely weren't classified as best friends, (Shannon barely knew Annabeth) but they got lunch a few times and studied together if they ever had a big test coming up.

"Annabeth!" Shannon called as she kicked the door open with her foot and struggled inside their small dorm room.

It was divided into two sides: Annabeth's and Shannon's. Annabeth's side was always neat and organized. Her bed was always made, and her clothes were all put away. On the other hand, Shannon's side was usually a bit like a jungle. She never bothered with making her bed (why would she? She messed it up again every night) and she normally just left her books and clothes lying around on the floor.

When Shannon finally looked up, she realized why Annabeth hadn't answered. She wasn't here.

Shannon sighed and fell to the floor beside her basket of clothes. Most of it was various pieces to the crazy ugly uniform that the nuns and the dean made them wear, so it probably wouldn't take that long to fold them, but it still sucked that Annabeth wasn't here to do them for her.

Shannon turned on the radio, singing along to one of the latest top forty hits, and she fell down beside her laundry basket, dreadfully pulling out a white shirt and a plaid skirt.

She was halfway through the basket and in the middle of the chorus of her favorite Miley song when she heard something hit the window.

She looked over, but there wasn't anything there.

A few seconds later, she heard it again. It was just a light tap, but it was considerably loud for nothing to be there.

When she heard it the third time, she got up and started to make her way toward the window.