I'm No Cinderella

Reyna led me over to the girls bathroom in the far West wing of our school. No one really uses it because of its suckish plumbing, and it was known as a Make-Out room for the juniors of the school. The freshmen were too innocent, the sophomores were just reaching the dating phase and the seniors have dibs on the Basement.

She didn't say much other than give me direct orders. She handed me a towel and told me to dry myself including my hair so I'd stop dripping like dog's saliva. She didn't say it like that, but that was my interpretation.

"I'll be back. I have extra clothes in my locker. We're about the same size."

I nodded. "Thanks, Reyna."

Reyna sent me a smile before whisking out of the bathroom. It wasn't long before Percy realized that I wouldn't make it to out tutoring session -or study date? I'm not sure what to call it-and I hoped he wouldn't hate me for it. I'm kind of in a predicament right now.

I slid down against the wall after drying myself. Why does Drew hate me so much to want to ruin my high school life. And how does that make me a whore? Unless she knows about the notes, Jack, and my feeling for Percy.

What if she did? That would be really bad.

I sobbed in my pants since I was hugging my knees. I didn't deserve any of that. I didn't at all. It's been such a sucky week. I just wanted to stay in my bed for the last two months of school. I shouldn't have to handle this much crap in life for it all too lead up to what? When would it end? Will I go with a big bang or something? Usually people say that every cloud has a silver lining but sometimes I want to slap people in the face. Metaphor or not, the clouds I see over my head, are fucking white! No silver at all.

I glanced at my rest. Pale skin with faint blue and red lines running down my arm. I realized me wrist so the main artery wasn't as present. I had a scissor in my pencil case...I put my head back in my arms. I have to stop thinking of that. It's not the right way to go especially since it won't stop all of my problems...but I can't get my hands on alcohol as easily as I can with this...and there's a scar possibility...but I don't really care how I look...

No. My conscience clearly isn't helping me right now.

I felt a hand touch my arm and a jumped. Reyna was staring down at me with concern. She had clothes in one hand.

"I know this is a stupid question, but are you okay? You can...talk to me if you want to?" Reyna didn't seem like the Percy to want to share her own feelings, but she did seem like the type you could vent to. Yet, I don't want to overwhelm her and I didn't know her all that well either.

"I just don't understand why she hates me so much." I've been saying that line a lot lately. "She's picked on me since the third grade."

When I was nine, I was in the same class as Percy, Drew, and Piper. Jason and Thalia were in a different class. I remember eying Percy from such a young age, but not as a crush, but curiously. He was a peculiar, yet kind boy. During free time in class, he was sitting alone, drawing a picture. The class set of leggos were beside him and I wanted to use them to build a structure.

"Hi! I'm Annabeth."

He looked up at me and blinked. "Am I in your seat or..."

I smiled. "No. I just wanted to talk to you. You seem nice. Plus, the legos are over here."

He looked shocked when I mentioned the legos. "You play with legos?" It came out more of a question that a statement.

"Always. My mom's an architect so I build buildings like she does. Nice drawing by the way."