The Events of Olympus Resort | A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

Chapter 4

Annabeth POV

Right when I get back to my room, I immediately peel off my bathing suit and return to the shower to try and attempt to rid my hair of chlorine before it turns green. I probably use up half my shampoo in the process, but it's free so I really don't care. When I'm done, I am about to change into my pajamas and watch netflix when I see a text from my mom that puts an end to my plans of having a relaxing night.

Hey Annabeth! We're having dinner at Ambrosia tonight at 6:00 with the rest of the resort board. I had my tailor leave a dress and shoes for you in your closet. Don't you even think about wearing anything else!

I sigh and head over to my closet to check out the dress. I really hope it isn't too bad.

When I open my closet door though, I am surprised to find that I actually really like the dress I see hanging there. It's this elegant, grey, flowy gown with a long V dip in the chest area, and when I look to the ground, I see that there is a pair of strappy grey heels to match.

I change into the dress and actually really like how it looks on me. It hugs my curves in a really nice way, and when I couple the dress with an elegant necklace and a pair of earrings, the accessories really accent my eyes. I'm not too fond of the shoes though. High heels have never really been my thing.

The last time I had decided to wear heels was my school's annual 'spring fling' my sophomore year when I made the mistake of trying to climb the bleachers during the pre-dance basketball game. The heels totally screwed me over and I ended up falling through the steps only to get my leg stuck. It was a pretty embarrassing night and I think it's safe to say that heels and I don't exactly have a great track record.

I quickly blow-dry my hair and decide to leave it hanging down for the night. Grabbing my purse and my skateboard, I open the front door to find one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. From where I stand just outside my room, there is this incredibly gorgeous sunset. The sky is a beautiful mess of vibrant colors all melting into the horizon of the ocean. It completely takes my breath away and I just have to stand there for a moment to soak it all in before I am able to collect myself. People who live in LA are incredibly lucky if they get to see sunsets like this every single night.

I reluctantly turn away from the view and lock the door to my room. It took longer than I thought it would to blow-dry my hair, so I am already running late and really need to get a move on if I don't want to embarrass my mother in front of the resort board by being late.

However, I have just put my skateboard on the ground when I realize that I've got a small problem. There is no way in hell I'll ever be able to ride in these heels. I quickly run through my options in my head. I could always walk, but if I do that, I'll for sure be late to dinner, and that is not an option. I could call the front desk at the Colosseum and have them send over someone to pick me up in a golf cart, but I'm afraid that will take too long as well. I finally just decide to put my shoes in my purse and ride barefoot. I'll just throw the heels on when I get there.

It's a little bit difficult stuffing the shoes into my already overfilled handbag, but as soon as I manage it, I'm off, whizzing past guests and tennis courts and golf carts until I finally arrive at the front steps of the Colosseum.

It is now dark out and I quickly check the time on my phone to see that I am ten minutes late. Shit. My mom is going to kill me. I throw by board onto the bike rack and take off running up the front steps and through the lobby to the elevator as fast as I can. People are looking at me like I am crazy but I honestly don't care. I press the call button on the elevator repeatedly. "Come on, come on, come on."

Finally I hear a ding and the doors click open. Oh thank gods.

I get in the elevator and hastily press the button for floor fifteen. My mom told me that she had decided to put the restaurant Ambrosia on one of the highest floors of the Colosseum because she felt that the nicest restaurant in the resort should have a great view overlooking the pool area, but right about now I'm getting mad at her for that decision. This elevator ride is taking way too long.