Percy Jackson and the Child of Victory (Annabeth Chase x Reader)

I Battle The Cheerleading Squad

~~~~~Percy's PΩV~~~~~

The last thing I wanted to do on my summer break was blow up another school. But there I was Monday morning, the first week of June, sitting in my mom's car in front of Goode High School on East 81st.

Goode was this big brownstone building overlooking the East River. A bunch of BMWs and Lincoln Town Cars were parked out front. Staring up at the fancy stone archway, I wondered how long it would take me to get kicked out of this place.

"Just relax." My mom didn't sound relaxed. "It's only an orientation tour. And remember, dear, this is Paul's school. So try not to...you know." "Destroy it?" "Yes." Paul Blofis, my mom's boyfriend, was standing out front, greeting future ninth graders as they came up the steps. With his salt-and-pepper hair, denim clothes, and leather jacket, he reminded me of a TV actor, but he was just an English teacher. He'd managed to convince Goode High School to accept me for ninthgrade, despite the fact that I'd gotten kicked out of every school I'd ever attended. I'd tried to warn him it wasn't a good idea, but he wouldn't listen.

I looked at my mom. "You haven't told him the truth about me, have you?" She tapped her fingers nervously on the wheel. She was dressed up for a job interview—her best blue dress and high-heeled shoes. "I thought we should wait," she admitted.

"So we don't scare him away." "I'm sure orientation will be fine, Percy, It's only one morning." "Great," I mumbled. "I can get expelled before I start the school year." "Think positive. Tomorrow you're off to camp! After orientation and then you get to hang out with Annabeth and Y/N""

"Yeah and I get to be a third wheel" "Their coming all the way from camp to meet you."
"Well, yeah."

"You're going to the movies."

"Yeah."

"With a couple"

"Yeah"

"Who are-" 

"Very excited to both be sixteen?" I say, remembering all the times people have caught them making out in the Nike cabin, I could tell she was trying hard not to smile. it was kinda weird seeing Annabeth be so venerable and loving, she was still bossy, strict and smart but she was always playfully teasing Y/N, when ever Y/N did something reckless or stupid she would give him a kiss (They kissed alot, so) and a single touch from Y/N could make a raging Annabeth become a loving cuddle bug. It was scary the power they had over each other, would you believe me if I said they haven't told each other they love each other yet?

"You'd better get inside, dear. I'll see you tonight." I was about to get out of the car when I looked over the steps of the school. Paul Blofis was greeting a girl with frizzy red hair. She wore a maroon T-shirt and ratty jeans decorated with marker drawings. When she turned, I caught a glimpse of her face, and the hairs on my arms stood straight up.

"Percy?" my mom asked. "What's wrong?" "N-nothing," I stammered. "Does the school have a side entrance?" "Down the block on the right. Why?" "I'll see you later." My mom started to say something, but I got out of the car and ran, hoping the redheaded girl wouldn't see me. What was she doing here? Not even my luck could be this bad. Yeah, right. I was about to find out my luck could get a lot worse.

***

Sneaking into orientation didn't work out too well. Two cheerleaders in purple-and-white uniforms were standing at the side entrance, waiting to ambush freshmen. "Hi!" They smiled, which I figured was the first and last time any cheerleaders would be that friendly to me. One was blond with icy blue eyes. The other was African American with dark curly hair like Medusa's (and believe me, I know what I'm talking about). Both girls had their names stitched in cursive on their uniforms, but with my dyslexia, the words looked like meaningless spaghetti. "Welcome to Goode," the blond girl said. "You are so going to love it."