PJO/HOO Fanfiction- Behind Closed Doors

Chapter Sixty

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Annabeth's pov:

"Why are you sitting there?" Some random kid asked me.

I shrugged. "Because I like sitting alone."

He left me there, walking off to his friends laughing. I turned towards my other friends, but quickly turned back. Piper was staring at me, and I evidently didn't know what to do.

"The dance is today, don't forget!" A preppy cheerleader shouted out, holding flyers.

I already had a flyer next to me. The dance was at eight pm till eleven. Honestly, I didn't care, just as long as the food was good.

Suddenly, a wet cold substance drizzled down my back, making me shudder.

"What the hell?!" I shouted, the whole cafeteria laughing.

I turned towards Drew who had a milk carton in her hands. "Serves you right." She said.

I rolled my eyes, then ran to the bathroom, hood over my face so no one could see the 'treacherous milk accident' victim.

Cleaning myself up, I cursed at the mirror. Why the heck did everything bad have to happen to me? Why, out of all the billions of people, did I have to be the unlucky person and live a life like this? Why can't I be normal?

I punched the mirror in frustration, then pulled back after hearing a sickening crunch. I loudly cursed, holding my injured hand. Some of the glass had embedded into my knuckle.

I didn't know I was crying until the warm salty tears fell onto the ground.

Why me? I thought, as I slid to the floor.

Why

. . .

"Who are you going to go with to the dance?" Thalia asked me.

I turned to face her with a suprised expression. I didn't expect anyone to speak to me, let alone Thalia.

"Um . . . I don't know."

"I thought Percy asked you?"

"He did." I said. "But I think we broke up."

Thalia raised an eyebrow. "He might speak to Calypso more, but he still sure as hell loves you."

I laughed. "I haven't spoken to him since yesterday. In fact, no one has spoken to me at all since yesterday except for you."

Thalia sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry for that." She smiled. "Yeah, you were pretty rude to Calypso but it doesn't mean Piper had to kick you out."