Percabeth {One Shots}- UNDER EDITING

You've Got The Wrong Picture *

percy and annabeth are in high school, and one day when they run into each other, the cameras capture something not really true.

Annabeth walked with Piper to her algebra class. Piper was talking to her about Jason Grace, her boyfriend, and Annabeth was trying  to listen- really, she was- but she was pretty sure she'd forgotten to do her algebra homework, and Ms. Ross, the horrible instructor, was one of those teachers who didn't exactly give a late pass. You know the type- the ones who say "Well if you're gonna be in this class, you can at least try  to act like you deserve to be here". 

Yeah, those  guys. 

"Annabeth, are you listening? I mean, Jason is really sweet, he is- it's just when he's selfish about certain things that he starts to bug me."

"Yeah, that'll do it," Annabeth muttered, rifling through her bag. She had slipped it off one shoulder and it was dangling loosely from the other. A part of her hair kept falling in front of her silver-framed glasses, and she kept blowing it out of her face to no avail. Really, she thought, I should just tie it up. But she didn't have time to do that at the moment.

"Well, duh, of course that'll do it. Annabeth, I meant are you really  listening to me." 

Annabeth sighed, gave up on her homework, and turned to Piper, re-shouldering her bag. "You have my full attention. Ms. Ross is going to kill me."

"About that algebra packet?" Piper asked. Annabeth nodded. "Oh, ha. I said 'screw it' on that one. I'll take the lunch detention."

And there's the difference, Annabeth thought. "I won't just take that detention, Piper."

"Yeah, well, it's over soon. It's not that big'a deal."

But it is, Annabeth stressed to herself. She looked up at the doors on her right and left and got, for some strange reason, a whiff of the cafeteria pizza served every  Friday. It made her sick, and she was glad that Piper's classroom was on the left. When the kaleidoscope-eyed girl walked away, Annabeth took a breath, knowing she had a minute or two to get to Ms. Ross's room before the bell rang. She slid her backpack off of one shoulder again, looking more intensely for the packet assigned the night before. 

She was so focused, in fact, that she didn't notice the boy coming until too late.

They ran smack into each other, and Annabeth's books went flying. Her head snapped up to yell at him just when he apologized profusely and bent down to pick up the books. Annabeth was still trying to refocus herself, straightening her glasses and pushing them up on her nose. 

"I'm so sorry," the boy stammered, standing up again. He was at least two inches, maybe three, taller than her. She snatched the books from his hands and stowed them in her bag, deciding then to stop looking for the packet. She refused to look back at his face (his eyes were so damn green), and instead looked at the watch on her wrist, tucking her hair behind her ear and putting her bag over her shoulder. She closed in on herself and stepped to the side, but the boy stepped in the same direction. She tried left, and so did he. Finally she waited for him to pick a side, and she stepped to the other, muttering a low 'I have to get to class' before walking away.

She was just hitting the stairs to go up when the bell rang. So on top of being pissed at herself for forgetting her packet, then at the boy for dropping her stuff, she was late. 

Great.

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When Ms. Ross came around to collect the packet, it was safe to assume Annabeth didn't have it. She got the expected scowl, sigh, and slip that said, in bold print- LUNCH DETENTION.