Double Life? Make it Triple

Chapter 3

A/N

Sup guys! Sorry 'bout the delay. I passed out again! Hooray. So I know what Annabeth felt at the end of that last chapter. Not nice. Anyway, I am bad at writing, like, romance-y stuff, so if there's a bad part around that, blame my awkwardness when it comes to stuff like that.

Onwards and up! Or is it outwards? I dunno. Here's the story, is what I mean.

I woke up in a hospital. My first thought, as a gang member, was something along the lines of: oh, crap. I sat bolt upright, and my eyes fixed on my mom. There was no doctor in the room.

"Mom! How do I explain my injuries? You know I don't like hospitals!" I hissed. She smiled sadly.

"Annabeth, if you keep getting hurt this badly...well, it's not good for you. You're lucky you only got a broken leg." My jaw dropped open.

"A broken leg? No! My cover will be blown! I'll have crutches, and if Jackson finds out where I live..." I slapped my hand over my mouth. Mom would not rest until she saw Jackson get justice, knowing her. Crap.

"Jackson? Like that awful Peter?" She questioned. I shook my head.

"That's Peter Johnson. Jackson's worse."

"Someone worse than Peter? I must meet this boy," mom said in awe. I rolled my eyes.

"Why does everyone say that? Trust me, you do not want to meet him," I assured. Mom tilted her head.

"I'm sure I don't. You'll be able to get out of here once I've filled out the paperwork. I said you fell out of a tree." I snorted at that.

"Mom. I'm seventeen. Seventeen year old girls don't just go falling out of trees," I said. She shook her head.

"Hey, you never know, Annie. You did," she winked, and I had to suppress my smile. Mom could always make me smile in these situations. She's the only reason I could stand my life.

"That's right, Mom. And-oh, no. Piper's going to make me go shopping," I exclaimed, eyes wide.

"How do you know?"

"It's been exactly a month and a half since our last trip."

"I never took Piper to be the type for being that accurate," Mom mused. I just raised my eyebrows.

"Mom, it's shopping. And Piper," I told her.

"True, true. I see where you're coming from. Well, I wish you luck." And of course, I needed that luck wayyy before the trip.

"Crutches, huh, Chase?" I took a deep breath, and glared at the boy on the bench.

"Piss off, Jackson." He c****d his head.

"You greeted me like that last time. I'm starting to think you don't like me." I snorted derisively.

"Why would you possibly think that, Jackson?" I asked.

"I don't know. Why would anyone not like me, Chase?" I pretended to think.

"Me, personally? Well, you beat me up, are seriously rude, cocky and conceited, forced yourself upon me-"

"And that's a problem...how?" He asked lazily, fiddling with his bandana.

"Because it's not right! I didn't want you to do that!" I exclaimed. He stood up, and walked towards me. I didn't back down.

"Tell me, Chase: am I not attractive to you? I'm dying to know," he drawled. I narrowed my eyes.

"Like I said, you're a jerk. You're rude-" He cut me off.

"That's not what I asked. Do you think I'm attractive, Chase?" He asked again, green eyes staring at me intently.

"Well, sure. You're not bad looking, but-"

"So what's the problem?" He asked insistently.

"Because you're a jerk who doesn't respect personal space. And I like guys for their personalities, not their looks," I replied. He stepped even closer to me.

"Really? You're not even tempted...right now?" He whispered, holding my wrists against the Dumpster behind me, and put himself as close as humanely possible to me as he could.

"You don't want to kiss me? You want to go running back to your little Titan boyfriend?"

"Yeah. I do," I answered. His eyes sparkled.

"Which one are you saying yes to?" He smirked.

"Look, I don't want to kiss you. So can you just leave me alone? You already made me drop my crutches," I pointed out.

"I think you're lying," he stated. I rolled my eyes.

"Aw, poor wittle Jackson. A girl doesn't want to kiss him! What is he going to do?" I droned sarcastically.

"This," he said simply, and started leaning in. The hell? Can he not take a hint? But, to my horror, I felt instinct make my eyes flutter closed. I felt his lips brush mine, and then nothing. My eyes snapped open to a grinning Jackson.

"I knew you were lying," he said smugly.

"Whatever. Let me go," I snapped. His eyebrows rose.

"Is wittle Chase sad she didn't get her kiss?" He mocked. I brought my knee up, and kneed him in the groin. He let go of me, and groaned. I picked up my crutches, and yelled over my shoulder.

"And that's why you don't force yourself on people."

"You did what?" Piper shrieked, and Leo, Jason and I covered our ears.

"He tried to force himself on me, so I kneed him in the balls," I said simply. Jason and Leo winced.

"Man, he must've been horrible to deserve that," Jason shuddered. Piper elbowed him.

"Did you not just hear her? He forced himself on her. That's not what you do."

"Did he really?" Jason asked. I thought back. Well, technically, I had let it happen, and I didn't protest when he actually went to kiss me, but still...I didn't actually want him to.

"Yeah," I replied shortly.

"Enough painful stuff. Let's talk about the dance!" Piper said. I dragged a hand over my face.

"I thought we said no more painful stuff?" I moaned. Leo snickered.

"Come on, Annie. It's only a dance," he mimicked. Piper scowled.

"And I suppose you'll be asking, uh-"

"Don't even say it," he warned. See, before Calypso turned bad, she was real sweet and kind. Now, she was bitter and sarcastic. Leo used to like her, so we always tease him about it.

"Oh, I wasn't going to say her I was thinking..." Piper glanced around the corridor, and her eyes stopped on me. "Annie! You going with anyone yet?"

"No way! I'm not going with Valdez!" I protested. Leo touched his heart.

"Now, I'm offended."

"Whatever. She's probably going with what's-his-name, Malcolm."

"No! We're just friends-"

"Oh, sure. That's what they all say."

"You know I'm going out with Luke-"

"Puh-lease, Carter. That relationship wore thin as soon as it started."

"Hey! It's still going fine!" I argued. Jason raised a finger.

"Fine. You said fine. Usually when a girl says fine, it means it's totally not okay," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You've been spending too much time with Piper again," I told him. He shrugged.

"I'm not going. It's not good for gang members to go to dances-"

"Pish. You're going, Annie. It's a masquerade. You don't have to wear those damn contacts, because most of your eyes can be hidden behind a mask," Piper pointed out. I sighed.

"You realize other gangs-"

"Will be there, and won't recognize you," Piper interrupted.

"Fine. I'll go. Happy?"

"Very."

I hate dress shopping. And any kind of shopping. But especially dress shopping.

I mean, you've got the other anti-shoppers, who are being dragged along against their will.

Then there's the super shoppers, which are the ones that are usually dragging along the anti-shoppers.

There're other types too, but I won't describe them. Just know that I was the anti-shopper, and Piper was the super-shopper.

"You've found your dress. How about I don't get one, and don't go to the dance?" I suggested.

"No! You have an awesome mask, and I did not waste my money on it for nothing! Now quit whining and help me look," she said, sifting through the clothes.

"Fine," I grumbled. I was wearing my brown contacts, and had my glasses on. See, the glasses were actually plastic, but they helped with the disguise. My hair was in a half-up half-down thing, so hopefully any gangs wouldn't recognize me.

"Annie," Piper whispered. I spun around, fists up.

"Yeah?" She held up a dress. Oh, gods.

"Try this on. Now," she ordered. I took the dress.

"Yes ma'am." I pulled the dress on, and looked at my reflection in the mirror. It stopped just past my knees, and was a silvery, flowy fabric, but in the style of a Greek chiton.

"Yo, Piper, can I have my mask?" I yelled. She chucked it over the door. It was silver, and had a pair of golden laurels. The dress was perfect for it.

"I'm getting this one!" I called. I heard Piper laugh.

"Thank the gods. I'm hungry."

So there it is. For the next chapters, I'm going to put more emphasis on each part of her life, and not just flitting between them. So, my answer for the last chapters question:

Out of the seven, I've gotta say Percy.

From the first series, though, I'd have to say Thalia. And they both like my music! Hooray! And I also have a rant, so skip to the next chapter if you don't wanna read it all.

Camp Rock.

Yup. I'm serious. I'm actually watching Camp Rock 2 right now (because, let's be honest, their hair in the first movie was just...jeez), and I can sing to most of the songs. My top seven Camp Rock songs from both movies would have to be, in no particular order, Play My Music, Wouldn't Change a Thing, Heart and Soul, Fire, It's On, Brand New Day and...Introducing Me! Because Nate and Dana are great. And Nick Jonas was better in that song then he is now. I mean...jeez, the things singers do to themselves.

ANYWAY, that rant was REALLY long, and about Camp Rock. Oh, wow. If you skipped that, good job, and read on below, for NON-CAMP ROCK related stuff.

And this chapters question:

Which god is your favourite? And which goddess? Minor ones included!

I don't mean your godly parent, because they may be a prick in real life, but just who you thinks cool.

Also, because I don't update that often on this story:

Which do you like better out of the following:

1. Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

2. Percy Jackson and the Olympians

3. Heroes of Olympus

4. Kane Chronicles

5. I swear there's another one, but-Trials of Apollo. That's right. That's all my questions. Goodnight, universe!

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