She didn't notice him at first. She didn't notice him staring at her. She didn't notice that he had all his classes with him. She didn't notice that he would wait for her in between class periods. Or when he would stop a guy from hitting on her with just a look. She was always deep in her book. When she did notice, it wasn't pretty. _______________________________ "Why are you following me?" She yelled over the rain. "It's fucking creepy, to be blunt." This probably would've pissed him off if it were any other person yelling at him. But to him, Annabeth Chase yelling at him, absolutely pissed, was hot. Instead of answering her question he simply smirked and asked one to her, himself. "Why do you think that?" He asked this as if he hadn't been pretty much stalking her. Watching her walk to school, talk to friends, write notes down, bury her nose into her book. Being oblivious to how beautiful she was. And then at the end of the day, change- No. He always looked away. He might've loved her, but he wasn't about to cross the boundaries just because he's been lonely in Hell for a little while. "Because I watch you day over day? Because I have all my classes with you? Because of how I know your favorite books and where you bought them? I don't think that makes me a stalker." ______________________________ Lucifer wasn't his name. His name was Percy. Short for Perseus. The King of Hell. And he intended on bringing home a Queen. The Devil himself, was stalking me.All Rights Reserved