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CHAPTER 3

Annabeth Chase

I can do this. This is my moment. I have to prove that I can do this; that I want this. I have to prove all of them wrong. It's a simple task really, to design a camp for teenagers? Easy. You want to know what's not simple? Having teenagers build the actual camp.

Focus on the prize, Annabeth.

I bit my lower lip as the bus went to a complete stop. Finally, we're here. I've been to the location countless of times, weeks before summer began. I had to know the place, of course, it measurement and all that.

"Hey, Annabeth." I heard a voice from behind me whisper.

"What now, Thalia?" I asked.

Thalia and I go way back. People keep on saying that it's impossible for the two of us to be best friends. I was surprised myself; we were the exact opposite of each other. Thalia has this punk thing going on, like right now, it's summer and she's wearing a black shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Oh, and don't forget the make-up. But nobody understands me better than this girl. Nobody.

"You're a nervous wreck."

I turned to look at her. "Nervous? Who said I was nervous?"

"You keep on fixing your Yankee's cap since we got on the bus." She grinned and pointed a finger at me. "And you only do that when you're nervous."

I blew the hair off my face. "Ha. Funny, Thalia."

"All I'm saying is that we're here." She stood and shook my shoulders. "Hurry up. You're in charge, Missy."
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There were a total of three shuttles, twenty in each, meaning I have to handle fifty five teens (the other five are representatives from schools.) God, this is hard.

Thalia was right. I am nervous. There's no time for this, I thought to myself.

I cleared my throat, summoned all of my courage, and spoke through the megaphone telling them to quiet down. I even thanked them for volunteering. Right, volunteering. I've seen the records of these so called volunteers, I know there background. I'm a good student, huh? I did my little research. Well, before going to a battle one should know his opponents strengths and weaknesses, right? And that's what I did.

Most of them were forced to do this; you can see it in their faces as I explained what was going to happen for the next couple of months. Everything was going on smoothly. Thalia even gave me two thumbs up while I was talking when all of a sudden someone from the crowd interrupted me.

"Wait. Hold up." A voice said. I looked up looking for the person who owns that voice. My eyes landed to this dark haired guy whom I knew right away who he was. "You're trying to tell me, to tell us, that you, a high school student, designed or planned how to make this camp?"

I felt the representatives from different schools look at me. Yeah, they had doubts too. A seventeen year old girl as the architecture for this project? Bogus.

This guy just ruined my day. I walked right up to him.

Damn, he's tall.

Oh, this guy is going to have a piece of my mind. I had to look up at him with my arms crossed. I was about to say something, when I noticed something. He was looking down at me.

His eyes.

They were so hypnotic, I've never seen eyes like his before.

He raised an eyebrow and I snapped away from my thoughts. "Excuse me, but what's your name?" I asked him. I had no idea why I asked him this. I already know who he was (my little research, remember?) Percy Jackson. Seventeen years old. He's here because he has had too many detention slips already.

But the records never said he has deep sea green eyes.
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"You okay there?"

It was Thalia. Who else could it be?

The day was almost over and we were already packing up. Nothing much happened today, after that little intrusion everything went on smoothly. We've just basically cleaned up the whole place.

"Just tired, you know." I told her as I got inside the shuttle. "Why?"

"Nothing." She shrugged. "You just seem awfully distracted today."

At that exact moment I saw Percy, the guy who had the nerve to question me, who was busy talking the person beside him animatedly. I didn't know that we were on the same bus. And as if he felt that he was being watched, he paused right in the middle of their conversation. He then looked at my direction from the corner of his eye and gave a faint nod.

I diverted my gaze and went to my seat.

"Yep. You are distracted."

I fixed my cap. "Shut up, Thalia." I mumbled.

I honestly don't need any distractions.

Especially from a guy named Percy Jackson.