I've an idea: Reyna in hot tennis clothes and there is a boys -like Malcolm, Leo- and Jason. I'm a huge fan your stories by the way.
A/N: I was cleaning up my WIP trying to get organize and found this half-finished gem. Re-edited a bit but couldn’t think of a good ending so left it a little open. I might add a note with how I would have liked to end it. Sorry for being like 2 or 3 years late. I’m horrible but there’s Malceyna if you squint! AHHH first fic of the New Year. 1 out of 12.
“Why are you here?” Annabeth demanded with her tennis racquet held over her head as she glared down at the trio of boys. Percy, Leo and Jason laid sprawled in a dry tall grass beside the chain fence. Jason could only see the white laces of her scuffled tennis shoes and her tan calfs. She lowered her racquet with a sigh. “Get out of the bushes. Peeping toms.”
“Hey!” Percy shouted as he hopped up glaring at her. “We weren’t peeping. Jason fell…” Jason groaned as shoved Leo off his back before lifting himself up, rubbing his shoulders.
“You shoved me when Annabeth was approaching.” Jason murmured back, brushing twigs and loose grass out of his blond hair. The three boys were dressed in their soccer uniforms, returning from a long practice. The sun still sat high in the sky as students head home or away to other plans. “Percy was wondering if you needed a ride.” Percy glared at his cousin but Jason ignored him, looking around the tennis court for a certain singles player. “You’re still practicing?”
“We just finished. Reyna’s changing.” Annabeth answered with a knowing smirk. “Someone splashed some gatorade on her shorts.” She turned to Percy. “Thanks for the offer but my brother is picking us up.” Jason tried not to smirk too widely at Percy’s deflated look.
“You rang, sis?” The high school boys turned as Annabeth’s older brother approached. Malcolm dressed casually in track pants and a loose t-shirt. A tennis bag slung over his broad shoulders. “You can hang out with your friends. Reyna wants to hit a few balls since they’re still light out.”
“Don’t.” Jason warned, grabbing Leo’s arm, noticing the way Leo’s eyes lit up at the word ball. This wasn’t time for a ‘ball’ related joke.
“Jase, he basically lobbed for that for me.” Leo replied with a pout.
“I’m sure there will be more opportunities for you to make a fool of yourself, Valdez.” Jason turned at Reyna’s voice, a quip to defend his friend ready on his lips before he forgot it when he saw her outfit. Reyna wore a very tight fitting white tennis top with a dark short purple skirt. The clothes hugged her body like a second skin, leaving little to imagination. Reyna’s racquet tucked underneath her armpit as she adjusted her skirt. Noticing the silence, she looked up. “Like right now for instance.”
“Um…” Leo croaked, blinking as he smiled nervously. Jason didn’t know where to look. From her mile long legs to her tan bare shoulders or the cleavage her bra pushed up, everywhere felt dangerous. Unconsciously, his eyes followed the movements of her hand as she tucked tennis balls in the spandex underneath her skirt, revealing more skin. Bad, bad, bad. Jason repeated, pulling his eyes away to meet her gaze. Reyna’s dark eyes looked amused. Oh she noticed Jason’s staring.
“Come on, Rey, if your fanclub is done drooling, let’s play. I know you’re trying to distract me with your little skirt.” Malcolm called out as he tugged her braid when he passed by.
“Someone slipped gatorade on me!” Reyna shouted back as she playfully swung her racquet at him. The boy laughed as he dodged the swing and jogged towards the court. “God Malcolm, you’re such a pervert.” She murmured with a fond smile. “He’s helping me with my serve. Keep Annabeth entertain.” She said waving as she entered the court.
“Can do.” Jason whispered as he watched her walk away. Jason shook his head at how stupid he acted. Leo and Percy chatted beside the trunk of Jason’s car, changing out of their sweaty soccer jersey into clean t-shirts. Annabeth sat on the bleacher, watching Reyna and Malcolm rally. “I am here to entertain you.” Jason announced as he sat beside Annabeth.
“Oh yeah?” Annabeth replied as she pulled out a granola bar. She pulled a bit before offering Jason some. He took a bit before looking over at the court. Malcolm and Reyna stood in the middle, talking as he demonstrated the arm and body movement. Reyna mimicked him. A serious expression on her face even as Malcolm’s hand gently adjusted her posture. He whispered, hand still at the small of her back, and their faces close. “Hey, don’t take your frustration out on the granola.”
“What?” Jason said before looking down at his sticky crumbly hands. “Ugh man,” he murmured as he shook his hand out accepted the water bottle to rinse it off. “I’m not being very entertaining am I?”
“You are. I’m wondering when you’re going to make your move.” Annabeth replied back as she bumped her shoulder against his. Annabeth leaned in close, her face inches away from Jason’s. “They’re not dating by the way. He’s waiting until after graduation.”
“How considerate.” Jason murmured back, looking at Annabeth’s gray eyes. “Why are you telling me this?” Annabeth studied him but her gaze revealed nothing of her thoughts. She reached out, putting her hand on his knee. “Annabeth…” He warned, praying Percy wasn’t watching. A tennis ball smacked violently against the metal fence in front of Jason and Annabeth. Jason jumped at the sound, nearly falling off the bleacher. He looked over with wide blue eyes.
Reyna stood across the court, looking angrily at her racquet from the wild serve. She squeezed the neon ball as she paced back and forth. She looked up and met Jason’s gaze. There was conflict in her eyes before she shook her head, refocusing on her ball. Malcolm looked over his shoulder, arching his eyebrow at the pair. Annabeth waved off her brother’s curious gaze.
“What was that, Annabeth?” Jason asked as she stood up and stretched.
