"I love you, Percy."

"I love you too, Wise Girl."

Annabeth snuggled in closer to Percy. His chest was warm and inviting. It was peaceful, and they both let out a sigh. They had been dating for five months since the war had ended. Annabeth's family had relocated to New York City so she could rebuild Olympus. She and Percy were both in their junior year at Goode High School. This was great for Percy because Annabeth could tutor him when she wasn't too busy. Although she was busy a lot. When she wasn't designing Olympus, she was in classes, and when she wasn't in classes, she was babysitting her brothers. This was one of the few moments they had had together all week.

Annabeth's phone started blasting "Mine" by Taylor Swift. She pulled away from Percy and took her phone out of her pocket. She looked at it, and saw a text from her dad.

Where the hell are you? Come home NOW.

Percy had been reading the message over her shoulder.

"Your dad's been cutting our meetings short all month. Can't you stay a little longer? It isn't even a school night."

Annabeth shook her head, and got up to leave.

"Annabeth, when'd your dad get so strict? He was cool when I met him."

She turned around to face him. "Yeah, I know. He just doesn't want me walking home in the dark. Y'know, with all the creeps in alleys and such…"

" It's only 4:00."

Annabeth walked back to the door and pulled it open. "Bye Percy."

Annabeth walked out of Percy's apartment building feeling like crap. She didn't like lying to Percy. He was right. Her dad was a control freak. He had always been one. Usually it didn't bother Annabeth. She had lived with him all her life. Well, minus years 7-11. Lately he had been going a little insane. He had been enforcing when he wanted her to leave the house and when he wanted her back. Just yesterday she was changing in her room when her dad dragged her out of the house saying she was spending too much time at home. She ended up on the front lawn, her pants halfway on, and her shirt in her hand. After just a few months of that, her stepmom had bailed, taking Bobby and Matthew with her. Annabeth had been lying to Percy about babysitting her brothers as well. Her stepmom had always been in charge, and when that changed, she couldn't take it. Annabeth had never been too fond of her, but she did miss having a sane person around the house.

She and Percy only lived a few blocks away, so she reached home pretty quickly. She pulled out her key, and unlocked the door.

"Dad? I'm home," she called, as she walked in.

"It's about time," a voice growled from behind her.