Green Eyes and Past Tense
Annabeth walked through the halls toward the auditorium of Goode High School, almost shaking with nervous excitement. She hadn’t been back here in years. She already knew from (admittedly too much) Facebook stalking that she was one of the more successful people coming back 10 years later. She wasn’t really worried of how people would react to her high place in one of Manhattan’s most prestigious architecture firms as she walked through the auditorium doors. God, it felt just like yesterday she’d walked through these very same doors for freshman orientation. That had been a wild day, ending with a boy with black hair and green eyes, the most beautiful green eyes, pulling the fire alarm as a dare. Annabeth had seen him, and being the goody-goody she was, threatened to tell the teachers. Those gorgeous green eyes had won her over, and from that moment on, she was his accomplice. His name was Percy. Percy Jackson. Truthfully, he was a really good kid, and he never pulled stupid pranks like that. That was his exception, he had said. He was trying to impress the cute blonde girl with a serious RBF.