Percabeth One Shots

Detention

I slammed my hands down on my desk. I spun around in my chair and leaned forward.
"God do you ever stop talking?" I hissed to Percy, who was sitting behind me.
He turned to face me and rolled his eyes, his expression hinting at humour, "I'm just sharing my opinions, Chase. Besides, I'm not talking to you, it's not like you have to listen."
"Well it's rather hard not to listen when your practically shouting in my ear!" I growled.
"Just loosen up a bit, Chase. It would do you some good to get out of that textbook every once in a while" he flashed me an irritating smirk.
I glared at him, "Sorry, but I actually care about my grades. I'd rather not live with a D- average for the rest of my life, unlike some people I could name."
He leaned forward, an annoyed look replacing the humours one, "I try my best."
I crossed my arms, "Well obviously you don't try hard enough!"
"Mr. Jackson? Mrs. Chase? I'll be seeing you both after school" the icy voice broke the conversation, "Let's hope this is the last time that you decide to talk in my classroom."
We both looked up to see our teacher looming over us, an angry expression plastered on her pointed face.
I slumped back in my chair, nodding glumly. I had never gotten detention before, and now thanks to this idiot I had to stay after school.
Mrs. Cook walked away back towards the front of the class.
I spun around again as soon as her back was turned.
"Thanks a lot, now I'm stuck in detention" I hissed, glaring.
He spread his hands, leaning back in his chair casually, "My pleasure."
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the front of the classroom, anger bubbling inside of me. But unusually, anger wasn't the only feeling that was coursing through my veins at the moment. I tapped my fingers against my desk and pushed away the desperate thoughts of Percy Jackson.

- - -

"You have got to be kidding me!" Annabeth shouted, exasperated, "You seriously expect us to clean this whole floor. What's the point of having janitors if you make the kids do the dirty work!"
I crossed my arms but said nothing, although I completely agreed with Annabeth's outburst. There was no way I was cleaning all these classrooms, they were filled with dirt and gum and the remains of students lunches.
"I expect you to do just that, and to stop with the complaining" seethed Mrs. Cook.
Annabeth slammed his hands down on the desk and cried out angrily, "This school is huge! We could be here until midnight!"
Mrs. Cook packed her things harshly into her bag, "Stop with the yelling, Mrs. Chase. This is a plenty reasonable punishment for you distributing my class. I will see both of you tomorrow."
I stared at her, as she walked towards the door.
"Wait!" I screamed at the same time as Annabeth.
She glared at me quickly but then turned back to Mrs. Cook.
"You are not leaving. You can force me to scrape the gum off of tables but I cross the line at spending time with this moron alone" Annabeth complained.
"For once I agree" I burst out, flinging my arms in the air, "I don't want to be  with this witch any longer than needed, and I won't stay alone with her!"
She twisted and narrowed her eyes at me, "Watch it, Jackson. Besides you should be happy that you get to spend time with me, maybe some of my smarts will rub off on that peanut brain of yours and you'll finally be able to tie your own shoelaces."
I stepped towards her, my fists clenching, "Oh shut it, Chase. You're just jealous because I'm more popular than you."
She snorted and stepped towards me, "As if! Popular doesn't mean getting beat up by 9th graders every day."
I rolled my eyes, "Oh please, It's more like the 9th graders get beat up by me. And besides, I have plenty of friends, actual human friends, not like those textbooks you always seem to be carrying around."
"I have friends!" she yelled.
I chuckled without humour, "Whatever you say, Chase."
Annabeth opened her mouth to say something else before a shrill voice interrupted.
"Do you two ever stop bickering!"Mrs. Cook yelped, "I have somewhere to be, and that is why I am leaving you here alone, I hope that you can make it through the afternoon without ripping each others throats out. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late for something rather important. Goodbye."
With that she slammed the classroom door shut, leaving me and Annabeth standing there staring daggers at each other.
"Loser" she muttered.
"Snake" I hissed back.
"Idiot" she crowed.
"Dumbass" I grumbled.
"Dipshit" she retorted.
"Dickhead" I taunted back.
She crossed her arms and gave an annoyed huff. I mimicked her, exaggerating each movement and earning a deadly glare.
"I hate you, Jackson" Annabeth growled.
I tossed her a spray bottle and a rag, giving her a glare of my own.
"I hate you more, Chase."

......

I simply couldn't ignore the feeling that was coursing through me. My heart hammered against my chest, constantly threatening to burst out. I tried to fight it, but my eyes drifted towards her every couple of seconds. She had pulled her long golden curls back into a tight ponytail, and her tan skin was glinting like a goddess in the evening light. Her intense stormy grey eyes flashed dangerously with every move she made. God, she was beautiful. Beautiful but stupid. How could I have fallen for her? Out of everyone I could have chosen, I picked her. She was annoying and selfish and rude, but still... I liked her.

Fuck.

I sighed and she looked up at me. Our eyes met, causing electricity to race through my veins. I steadied my breathing and gave  her a short smile. She frowned, but her eyes lightened slightly, and I could feel her lips tugging at a smile. She forced it down, and gave me another steely look. I rolled my eyes at her attempt at grumpiness. She turned her back on me coldly and went back to scrubbing the underside of a desk. I shook my head and went back to scrubbing of my own. Only minutes  had past before I got insanely tired, and had to do something to cure my desperate boredom.  I looked slyly down at the spray bottle in my hand and then back up at Annabeth, completely oblivious to my idea.
"Hey Annabeth?" I called mischievously.
She swung herself up and put her hands on her hips, "What is it now?"
Her next words were interrupted by a strong jet of water hitting her square in the face. She stood, shocked as soapy water dribbled down her chin. Then her lips curled into a tight grin and she hefted her own bottle.
"You are so dead, Jackson!"
I laughed, and slipped over to a desk crouching behind it as protection. Seconds later Annabeth was at my side, spraying water over every inch of my body.
"Hey!" I yelped, backing up on my hands, "Stop! Stop!"
I grabbed the closest thing to me, witch happened to be a soaked and dirty rag, and flung it at her. It smacked her hard in the face, and she stumbled back. I jumped up and continually squirted her, while she did the same. We slipped around the room, spraying water everywhere and sliding across the slick floor. Annabeth shoved me over and I fell against the wall, laughing wildly. It was fun.

Annabeth was running towards me, a huge grin spread across her face. I guess she had forgotten all about our disputes earlier, I knew I had. She was just a few steps away from me when her foot connected with a soapy patch of water. Her eyes widened and her arms flew out. She was moving too fast. I jumped forward, grabbing her arm. She was already falling. I pulled back on her arm but the momentum was too much. I twisted and we both crashed to the ground. I landed with a muffled grunt. There was a heavy weight on top of me, and when I cleared my eyes I saw Annabeth sprawled against my chest. Her face turned bright red, as did mine. She pushed back and straightened up, but... she didn't get off. I propped myself up on my elbows, laughter filling my body.
Suddenly I burst, and Annabeth did the same. She giggled harder, pushing herself into a standing position. She stuck out a hand. I gripped it firmly.
Suddenly I was hauled to my feet, standing nose to nose with Annabeth.
Her breath was warm. She didn't let go of my hand.
"You know, Jackson, maybe you aren't as bad as I thought."
I blinked, then slowly smiled. I shook my head, trying to resist the growing gin that threatened to spread across my lips.
"Back at you, Chase."