You need to be cool to be queen. Anne Boleyn thought only with her heart and she got her head chopped off. So her daughter Elizabeth made a vow never to marry a man. She married a country. Forget boys. Keep your eye on the prize, Jenny Humphrey. You can’t make people love you, but you can make them fear you. For what it’s worth, you’re my Queen. I choose you.
I can (finally) present to you the finished fic for my fic giveaway, which @bananannabeth won!!! Big thanks to her for a really interesting prompt (which was Percabeth going to highschool in canonverse) and also for just generally being an awesome person.
Disclaimer: I know very little of the American schooling system. Please forgive any inaccuracies. Also, this is set after Blood of Olympus, before MCGA or ToA. Percy still goes to Goode! Other than that, I hope you enjoy this oneshot!!
“Is that Percy Jackson?”
“Who’s that girl with him?”
Whispers filled the hall as Percy strolled down the familiar corridor of Goode with Annabeth. Heads turned as he walked past, leaving a trail of confusion and whispering in his wake.
Percy’s mind was filled with all his old school friends and memories. He felt Annabeth squeeze his hand and he smiled at her reassuringly. Once again, Percy felt so glad that he and Annabeth were going to spend a year of high school together, especially after the year they’d just had: facing giants, finding new camps…and they’d spent most of it separated.
“Percy Jackson,” someone exclaimed, striding towards him.
Percy looked over at him, trying to place him. For a second Percy didn’t recognise him. But then a casual smile lit up Percy’s face, as Percy’s eyes brightened in recognition.
“Terry?” Percy asked. He clapped Terry on the back as he approached Percy and they embraced shortly.
“Percy,” Terry answered, “long time no see!” He grinned. “It’s great to see you. How long’s it been–a year now?”
“Yeah, must be, mustn’t it?” Percy replied uneasily, messing up his hair unwittingly. He knew this would be the worst bit. “Stuff… happened.”
Terry’s eyes betrayed his confusion and suspicion, but he didn’t press the matter, for which Percy was glad.
“Glad to see you back Percy. How are you, man?”
“Great, thanks. A bit worse now that I’m back at Goode with you though,” Percy joked.
Terry chuckled. “Thanks. I see you’ve brought a friend along too?”
“Yup. Terry, this is Annabeth; Annabeth, this is my friend Terry,” he said, introducing them.
“Nice to meet you, Terry,” Annabeth said, stretching out her hand.
Terry smiled at her then turned to Percy. “This is the same Annabeth? The Annabeth you talked about?” Percy nodded, resulting in Terry grinning broadly. “Well, it’s nice to know she’s real.”
Annabeth raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t think I was real?”
Terry blushed. “Well, you see, he was always talking about you, and–”
“I was not always talking about her!” Percy protested. It was his turn to blush.
Annabeth just laughed. “Well, I’m definitely real.”
“So how come you’re at Goode?” Terry asked. “Did you move?”
Annabeth shared a smile with Percy, a brief but meaningful look passing between them. “We decided to spend our senior year together,” Annabeth said, “so for the first time I’m trying out high school with this Seaweed Brain.” She bumped shoulders with Percy.