55. The Hoodies

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I stood up, correction, I attempted to stand up, only to be dragged down by Percy.

"No, don't go yet."

"Percy I have too, my dad is waiting downstairs." He made his pouty face, and I sat back down. His lips were on mine
again. The salty taste of his lips make me feel like I'm drifting out in the ocean, but not in a scary way, more like its a beach day, and I'm relaxing in the ocean.

"How will I remember you?" I ruffled his hair.

"You'll see me tomorrow you Seaweed Brain." I gave him one last, lingering kiss. On my way out. I snagged one of his hoodies. One to add to the collection!
I've been sorta kinda stealing his hoodies ever since we started dating. He either hasn't noticed or doesn't care.

That next day I went back to Percy's, and he started rummaging through his closet.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?"

"My swim team hoodie! I've been looking for it and I need it today." I looked down and realized I was wearing it. I guess he really isn't all that observant. That, or he's a gentleman and doesn't check me out constantly. I don't know which I would prefer. On one hand he's an idiot, and on the other he either doesn't think I'm attractive or he's a gentleman, and the sweetest boy to have walked this earth.

I'm really comfortable though, so I won't tell him I not only have the hoodie, but I'm wearing it.

"Annabeth!"

"What?"

"You've been letting me drive myself crazy, thinking I lost my sweatshirt while you just sit there wearing it?" I smirk and shrug my shoulders. "Can I have it back?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"I said no."

"But Wise Girl I neeeeeed it."

"Oops." She said not so innocently. "Fun little factoid, I only have on shorts under this." I bite my lip and saunter off.

"W-wait. Hold on, what was that?" I look over my shoulder.

"You heard me." He comes up behind me, pressing his body right up against me. I lean into his hold.

"What are you doing to me?" I turn to face him. I lean in and whisper, so he can feel the warmth of my breath on his ear.

"I think you know..." I kiss his now very red cheek. "But if you really just want the sweatshirt, thats fine." I start to walk away when there's a tug on my shirt.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"I was going to give you your hoodie back. You hoodlum." I ruffle his hair, but he pulls me flush against his chest, and as I'm breathing in his ocean breeze scent I melt.

"No."

"So you don't need it?"

"As long as you're there, wearing it, I think the magic should work."

"The magic?"

"Its a lucky omen I'll have you know." He looked at me dead in the eye, not joking. I'm gonna fuck w him just a little, more than I have already...

"Eh. I don't feel like going."

"Then I'm gonna need the sweatshirt."

"Just take a different one."

"Wise Girl, please?" He made his seal eyes and pouty face. Normally I would cave, but this is for shits and gigs.

"Naw. " I kiss his cheek. "I'm going for a nap, good luck at the swim thing." I could feel the stunned look piercing my back.

"Percy! We have to get going!" Sally called from down the hall. Before I even have a chance to protest he flings me over his shoulder and proceeds down the hall to Sally, Paul and Estelle. "Percy what are you doing?"

"She won't give me my sweatshirt."

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