Percabeth Versus Everyone Else!

Alexander Jacobski

"Oh." she said, her smile dropping. "You." Well, that wasn't the reaction I expected. Suddenly, I heard another voice.

"Annabeth! Have you seen Zoë anywhere?" I turned around to see him. Percy Jackson. He looked the same, but like Annabeth, didn't look older than 25. This really annoyed me on him, though it was attractive on Annabeth.

"You lost our daughter?" Annabeth said, her voice coated in slightly mocking disbelief. All I thought was, 'daughter? They have a child?'

"Not lost." Percy said. "She ran away from me. Wait - never mind. Found her." He ran over to the drinks table and scooped up a five year-old girl, with long black hair and grey eyes. "What were you doing?" He asked, smiling at her.

"I was thirsty!" she complained.

"You almost got me in trouble with Mommy!" Percy said, laughing. Annabeth smiled, and walked over to them. She kissed her daughter's forehead, then looked up at Percy, smiling with complete and utter love in her eyes.

"I could never be mad at my Seaweed Brain!" she said. Percy kissed her forehead. I couldn't help it.

"No!" I shouted. "He was meant to leave you! I was meant to be there for you to have a shoulder to cry on, and then we'd get married! This is not what was meant to happen!" Percy put his daughter down, and she grabbed her mother's hand.

"I don't know about meant to, mister. I know that you kissed my wife without her consent. I was her shoulder to cry on, I married her, I have a daughter with her. And Zoë and Annabeth are the most important things in my life! If you've spent ten years hung up on someone, there is something seriously wrong. Even if that someone is as amazing as Annabeth. " He turned back to his wife and muttered something, but Zoë ran over to me, dropping her mother's hand, and stomped on my foot with all her five year-old strength. It didn't hurt, but it was annoying.  Then Annabeth walked over, picked up Zoë, and took Percy's hand. The three of them walked out of the hall. Then, the new headmaster of Goode walked over. I recognised him - Mr Blofis! My old English teacher.

"Hello, Mr Blofis!" I said, trying to remain calm.

"I think you should leave the premises." He said, not even attempting any niceties. "We don't want this kind of animosity at our reunion. It is quite offensive to say things like that." I grabbed my bag and left, getting into my car as fast as I could. I just managed to see a sea-green Porsche pulling away.

I took a deep breath. It was okay, my day wasn't ruined yet, I still had my new job to get to. I started up the car and drove to the building. It was hard to miss, being taller than the average workplace, with greek-style pillars, all in white and grey. At the top, in large letters, it said 'Olympus Architecture". I drove around the back, to the car park, and parked in my assigned spot, next to a sea-green Porsche, that seemed slightly familiar. I ignored it, and got out the car, checking my reflection in the window. I'd calmed down now, I didn't seem flustered. Honestly, it hurt that she had been the one to walk out, seeing as I still loved her. I slammed the car door and locked it, then walked inside. I checked in at the office, and they sent me to my desk. I unpacked everything I'd brought with me - a work calendar, a book on ancient architecture, as Olympus Architecture specialised in Greek/Roman style buildings, and a mousepad with a picture of my cat on it. That was all I needed, other than my notepad, in my bag. Then someone walked over to me. She had straight brown hair that was loose and she was wearing a skirt and blouse, a notepad clutched to her chest. "Alexander Jacobski?" she asked.

"That's me." I answered.

"Good. All the new workers have an appointment to meet the C.E.O in five minutes. Just down that corridor to the left, then a right turn, and third door on your left. Thank you!" Then she walked away. I got up and walked down the corridor, and noticed it was covered with framed photographs. One had a news article of the first building the company had built. One was another article about the C.E.O, but I didn't read it. There were photos of some buildings, including a very fancy house with a white, grey, and sea-blue colour scheme. Then, on the wall, was a large board with the Olympics logo on it, that said 'Olympus Architecture sponsors the USA Olympics Team". Woah. That's impressive. I turned the corner and knocked on the third door on my left. I was let in by another assistant, and joined a line of about seven people. The C.E.O was facing the window, talking to a third assistant, about something I couldn't hear. Then the door opened behind me.

"Um, Annabeth, Zoë wanted to be - " the man cut himself off, but I didn't look. I recognised the voice, and I was busy hoping it wasn't him. "Sorry, I didn't realise other people were in here. Um, Zoë wanted to be here." The C.E.O spun around, and my heart dropped. It was her. Annabeth. I looked behind me and, I was right, the man was Percy, holding onto his daughter's hand. Annabeth didn't seem to notice me, and I tried not to draw attention to myself.

"Hi, Zoë!" Annabeth said, holding out her arms. Zoë ran over to her mother, who picked her up and hugged her, then sat her on the desk. "Sorry," she continued, turning to us. "My daughter. Anyway, you are all new workers here. I am the C.E.O and founder of Olympus Architecture, and I always like to welcome my new workers personally, and answer any questions they have. So, any questions?" One woman raised her hand. Annabeth smiled. "You don't need to raise your hand, but go ahead."

"Why does this company sponsor the USA Olympics team?"

"Good question!" Annabeth laughed. "Percy, get over here!" She beckoned him over and he came and slung an arm around her. "My wonderful husband, Percy Jackson, is part of the Olympics Swim team - you might know him. So, really, it's just sponsoring my family and friends." She smiled up at him and he pecked her on the lips. Then I hit my palm to my forehead. That was where I recognised him from! But that was my mistake - Annabeth turned and looked at me. She raised an eyebrow. "I've really gotta check these names better. Jacobski, what do you think that you can bring to the team? Give me one good reason I shouldn't fire you for what happened this morning." I froze.

"Um... I'm good at architecture? I studied it at university." Annabeth rolled her eyes at me, which, I can't deny, hurt.

"So has everyone here! Percy and Zoë excluded, obviously. So has my brother, who runs his own architecture firm, and all his employees. And, if you cannot bring anything to the team, and you disrespect people like you did me and my husband this morning, you are fired."

I ran in shame, gathering my things and sprinting out to my car. That was when I realised why I recognised that Porsche. I'd seen it leaving the reunion. It must have been the Jackson's car.