Prisoners

SEVEN

"Hey," Leo said, leaning in the doorway.

I pushed my hair out of my eyes and readjusted my hands on my sponge. "Sorry, Leo, can't talk now, I'm busy cleaning my floors."

"You look like Cinderella," he remarked, smirking.

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for your help," I said sarcastically.

He smiled deviously. "Percy could be Prince Charming."

I lobbed the sponge at him. He dodged it and it landed with a wet squish on the floor behind him, suds flying everywhere.

"You missed," he said, smirking. 

"What do you want?" I asked irritably.

"I want to show you something that no one knows about. Not even the boys."

"Is it your secret dildo collection?"

He rolled his eyes. "No."

"Is it your secret condom collection?"

"Nope."

"Is it your secret lingerie collection?" I gave him a smirk.

"No!"

"Is it --"

"Shut up and follow me," he interrupted, his face red. He pulled me up.

"Fine," I huffed.

He grinned. "Come on."

We walked through the halls, where Percy was busy bouncing a tennis ball against the wall.

"Having fun, Jackson?" I asked sarcastically as Leo pulled me along.

"Where are you going?" he said, dropping the ball.

I pulled away from Leo's grasp and he went skidding around the corner. He gave a yell and scrambled to grab hold of my arm once again. I pushed him off and smirked. "Leo's going to show me his secret lingerie collection!" 

Leo groaned. "Shut up, Annabeth!"

"Oh, can I come?" Percy asked. "I'm in the mood to see lingerie. Although, it doesn't have to be Leo's," he added cheekily, winking at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Sure, you can see Leo's," I said.

Leo put his hand up. "Uh, actually --"

"Sweet, let's go!" Percy said, jumping up and down.

"It's not actually lingerie," Leo said pointedly.

"Oh," Percy said, looking genuinely disappointed. "Well, have fun then!" He picked his tennis ball back up.

I snorted. "Bye!" I sarcastically blew him a kiss. He bowed back.

Leo tugged me down the halls to what I thought was his cell. I could still hear Percy's tennis ball bouncing rhythmically against the wall.

He pushed me into the bedroom and I sat down on the bed.

"Wow, this is a nice cell," I commented, gazing around at the machines puffing and smoking.

He shrugged. "I've been jailed the longest, so..."

"How long?"

"Oh, maybe ten years..."

"Seriously?!" They never usually gave more than five to kids, unless we'd done something bad.

"Yeah." He seemed sad.

"What did you do?"

"Arson," he said simply.

I snorted. "That's unfair. You burn down a building or two and they stick you in jail for ten years?"