A/N: So here's another chapter. It took me really long to update, I guess. I'm busy. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: PJatO belongs to Rick!
"Oh, hey." He looked mildly surprised. But me? I was lost for words, the first time in my life. I had never thought that I'd come across him again, not in a situation like this at least.
Suddenly I remembered something. "Uh… I forgot to thank you last time. So, thanks?"
I don't know why it sounded like a question, but he just smiled and said, "You're welcome. So, freshman, huh?"
"Nope, sophomore." We started walking slowly.
"Yeah? Me, too." He said happily.
"I know," I said. "I noticed you in our homeroom."
"Naw, really?" He said in a childish manner. "Anyways, how was your first day at Goode High?"
"It was Okay. This seems to be a nice school."
"It is," he said proudly. "It's one of the best schools in Downtown Brooklyn. So, did you make any new friends?"
"Mmm," I nodded. "There's this girl, Silena-"
"Great," he muttered.
"Hmm?" I turned to look at him. "What's wrong with her?"
"Oh, nothing." He faked a smile, which made my suspicions even worse. "Absolutely nothing."
We stopped in front of a black Nissan GTR and he unlocked it. Why the heck does he live in such a small apartment? I wondered yet again, staring at his amazing ride.
"Come on," he said, pulling me out of my stupor. "I'll drop you home."
"What? No," I said a bit too loudly, being a bit surprised, but then quickly recovered. "I'm fine. My dad will be here anytime now."
The moment I said it, my phone rang. It was dad. "Hey, sweetie."
"How was your first day?" he asked cheerfully. "Made any new friends?"
"It was good," I replied. "Yeah, I made a few friends."
"Great," he said quickly. "I have some urgent matter to attend. Can you ask someone to drop you home?"
I glanced at the lifesaver guy for a second. "Okay, Dad."
"Tell your friend I said 'thanks'. Bye!" he said happily.
"Bye, Dad." I hung up and looked at that guy. "I guess I'll be needing a ride home."
He beamed at me, and my heart paced for a second. Opening the door for me, he jerked his head to the side, gesturing toward the shotgun seat. "Get in."
And we drove off in his Nissan. We sat in silence for a while, but it wasn't the awkward silence from last time. It was a peaceful silence. Then something struck my mind. "Hey, how come you suspended that guy from the team for the next two games?"
"Well," he looked at me. I was in for another shock. "You see I'm the captain of the football team."
I was stunned. I stared at him with wide eyes for a few seconds, while he looked at me confusedly. "What's wrong?"
"You are Percy Jackson?" I asked slowly and carefully.
"Yeah?" he still looked puzzled.
"And you're dropping me home in your car?" Get a grip Annabeth! A voice in the back of my mind yelled.
"Yeah," he looked me in the eyes this time. "So what?"
"N-nothing." I came to my senses. Realizing what I had just said, I blushed tomato red. I couldn't believe it. I was sitting beside the most popular guy in the school in his freaking car! From the looks of it, all the girls craved to even get him to look at them. And there I was, sitting in his car and talking to him like we're old friends. Gods! If they got to know about it, they'd kill me.
I looked at him once again, closely this time. No wonder all the girls were after him. What with that cute smile of his? It wasn't a perfect smile, a bit lopsided, but adorable nonetheless. He had an enviable tan and an amazing physique. His messy black hair suited him well. And his eyes… his deep sea green eyes were the best feature. I had never seen eyes like that. They were gorgeous.
Whoa! Slow down, Annabeth. Yeah, I needed to control myself.
"So Percy," I started. "Um… I really wanted to ask you this the last time we met. How come you live in that tiny apartment if you're- y'know, uh- rich enough to own these amazing cars?"
His face fell suddenly, and he sighed. "My mom moved to Northeast Queens with my step-dad, Paul. But I didn't want to leave our old apartment. I grew up in that tiny apartment, you know. I just couldn't abandon it like that." He had a reminiscent gleam in his eyes. "As for these cars, they're a gift from Dad. He owns the Seascape Luxury Resorts. He thinks he can make it up to me for not being there during my childhood."
His tone was bitter. I hadn't expected that a simple question like that could tir so many emotions. I felt sorry for the guy.
"I'm sorry," I said in an undertone.
"Nah," he said, returning to his normal cheery self. "It's okay. Your question was valid. It's not your fault that my life's messed up."
"Hey, don't say that," I said warmly. "Nobody gets to live a perfect life. It's the little imperfections in our lives that make it interesting."
"Deep thoughts you got there." He chuckled. "You're right, I guess."
"Yeah well, take my case. My life sucks, I can complain, considering that I found my boyfriend of two years cheating on me. I spent the last four days crying, and then realized that what is done is done. There's no changing it. So I'm trying to get back on track and be happy." I don't know why I opened up with him so easily. I just felt like it.
"Whoa! You're going through a lot," he said, looking concerned. "So that's why you were all messed up the other day?"
I nodded miserably. Talking about it made me sad, but I had promised myself, I had taken a resolve. I wouldn't cry. Silence gripped us again, and we didn't talk for another few minutes.
"Um- Annabeth," he said, looking at me. "I don't really remember the way to your place."
"Oh" was all I could say. The sudden change of subject dazed me for a second. "Turn the second left."
"So what do you do in your free time?" I asked after a few awkward seconds, when he took the turn.
"Hmm," he said, thinking for a moment. "I hang out with my cousins sometimes. At times, I stay late after school to play some ball. Mostly, I'm in my apartment watching some TV program, or at the beach. If there's something I can't live without, it's the sea."
"Oh," I muttered. "Cool. Is there some special reason- turn right- why you like the sea so much?"
"Well, yeah, I guess." He smiled to himself, as if remembering some old memory. "My Mom told me that she met Dad at the beach, and that I was born on the day of a huge sea-storm. Or maybe it's just hereditary as my Dad loves the sea, too." He chortled. "Heh! Either way, I just love the sea: the waves, the smell of the salty breeze, the wet sand, everything."
Personally, I never liked the sea much. But I was amazed by the way he talked about the sea. It was like he shared some strange connection with it.
"What about you?" he asked. "What do you like to do in your spare time?"
"Well, I love to read." Reading always cheered me up. "Lock me up in a room full of books and I'll read them all without caring what happens outside." I said with a small laugh. "I love to study architecture, and swimming, too."
"Oh, hey! Me, too!" He said cheerfully. "I'm in the school's swim team."
"That's great." I smiled back.
"You wanna try out for the team?" He asked conversationally.
"I'm not really good at it," I told him. "It's just a leisure time activity."
"Yeah? Well, you'll get good at it in no time once we start hanging out," he said, flashing his amazing boyish grin.
I giggled. "Yeah, we'll see. Take right from that signboard."
We stopped in front of my house after about five minutes. I stepped out of the car, almost reluctant to leave the confortable seat.
"So, I'll see you later then," he said.
"Um- yeah," I said awkwardly. Gods! What was happening to me?
"B'bye," he said, and drove off.
I kept my eyes on the speeding black car until it took a right turn and vanished, then turned around and went inside.
My first day at Goode High had turned out to be pretty good, far better than expected. And I had a feeling things were gonna get a lot better from that moment.
A/N: I know it's too short, but this is all I have for now. Sorry :( Please stick with me, readers. I love y'all! Good day! :D