i had a search through my inbox to see if i could match this to any requests but i can’t. so here’s some punk!annabeth rich!percy that no one asked for
note: there is a considerable amount of swearing in this fic, so if that makes you uncomfortable then sorry
Annabeth tugged her leather jacket on, pulling up the collar and ignoring the now torrential rain as she marched down the gravel driveway, feeling her anger build inside of her like a caged animal. She shouldn’t have come, she had known this from the instant they pulled onto this ridiculous driveway lined obnoxiously with cherry trees and hedges cut into swans and bloody parakeets.
But she had persevered, for Percy. Because she actually liked this guy, and despite his outrageously wealthy background, he seemed like a nice person. Boy, how wrong could a girl be? It wasn’t like he’d personally insulted her, but he had stood around and let his stick-up-their-asses friends do it.
Annabeth heard a voice howling through the wind behind her, catching up to her. She stepped up her pace, but her heeled boots weren’t exactly the best footwear for a fast get away.
‘Annabeth!’ he called again, catching up to her and drawing her round with a hand on her arm.
She shook him off and glared at him before walking off again with her arms folded tightly around herself. Percy jogged alongside her, rain ruining his jacket and plastering his bangs to his forehead.
‘Would you just… Annabeth! Will you listen to me? I’m sorry!’
‘Fuck off, Percy.’
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