When I heard that a new quest was going to happen, the first thing that came to my mind was: 'Oh great! Another errand that I have to run for the gods!' Luckily, I did not get chosen. The sad part was: Annabeth had gotten chosen. Sure, she'd been on many quests that involved us almost getting killed, but this one felt different. Like it'd be her last quest. Of course, I just ignored it, shrugging off as paranoia and anxiety.

Little did I know, that would be her last and final quest…

2 days later…

When I got the news that Annabeth had died, I became instantly hopeless. All hope and past dreams that I had, vanished into the air like Febreeze. Tears coming out of my eyes like a waterfall, I ran out of the Big House, sobbing like a kid who just had his electronic device taken away. I quickly opened the door, then slamming it shut after me and flopping onto my bed - which eventually led to me sleeping on covers that were soaked with my tears and a pillowcase with snot on it.

I woke up to an obnoxious knocking on my door that didn't seem to stop until I opened it up. There stood Rachel. She looked really nervous and scared. "Can I come in?" She asked.

I sniffled. I didn't want anyone's condolences or sorry's. I just wanted to get life over with. But it was Rachel, so I owed her some seconds. "Say your condolences and the go away. And I mean in that in the most courteous way," I stated.

The Oracle of Delphi sighed deeply before speaking, "I should've warned you. The prophecy warned of someone dying on the field trip. You-you could've stopped her. And I'm so sorry," she explained before bursting into tears. She brought her hand up to her mouth, blocking her mouth from view. Tears fell down her face. She turned around and sprinted off somewhere in the woods. I bursted into tears again. I closed the door and fell asleep again.

I woke up, this time to silence. I sat on my bed for what felt like forever. Finally, I got up and did something - well, tried to do something. I actually left my cabin and left for a while, taking a walk through the woods, I looked at the highest and sturdiest branches. I was planning my escape from this torturous, hell-like world. I was constantly used for deadly quests, always have to watch loved ones die or suffer. It utterly sucked. I wanted out now. Before I could find a branch a couple of campers saw me and, of course, said their deepest condolences. I thanked them nonetheless and walked back to my cabin, getting a few sorry's. That's when I found Rachel there at my door. Her mascara looked messed up, probably from when she told me about the prophecy. She seemed eager to talk to me. Maybe she was expecting me to open a trauma group or something?

"What are you doing here?" I asked the redhead.

"Percy, I just want to talk, I guess. I need someone to talk to. Please?" She asked, grabbing my hands. I nodded reluctantly. Her only response was a sniffle and then I opened the door.

We walked in and sat on the bed. My entire cabin was messy and wasn't really nice since I had been sulking and sleeping. A white basket full of dirty clothes sat in the corner probably wondering when it'd be cleaned up. Dirty socks littered the floor, hiding bits of the rug. I realized how bad I smelled "What do you want to talk about, Rachel?" I asked.

"Uh, I don't know. I just need someone to talk to. Everyone just asks if I'm ok," she explained. She laid her head against my shoulder. I would have objected but we were both in the same depressing state. I laid my head against her head and closed my eyes. I heard her sniffle and felt her teardrops fall on my head. She wiped them off which eventually led to her caressing my hand. "You know, Percy. I don't think I've ever told you this but I love you as a friend."

I thought for a second. "Ya, I guess I do too. I love you too," I replied. Rachel teared up again and held my hand tight. We stayed like that in silence for a few minutes until she spoke up.

She let go of my hand and looked at me. "We should fuck. It'll help us. It'll feel great and we can escape these dismal feelings for a while."

"Rachel, that's like betraying Annabeth's memory! I-I wouldn't do that!" I objected. What was she thinking? Was she crazy?

"I know, Percy. But she's dead anyway, and plus she wouldn't want you sad, right?" She seemed to argue, giving somewhat irrational points.

Sure, she was dead and she probably didn't want him feeling sad, but she just died! And it'd feel like betraying her!

"C'mon, Percy!" She pushed me down onto the bed. She sat above my crotch, her legs spread apart and her hands on my chest. My mind screamed not to do it but the cavity in my heart seemed to say that it wouldn't matter. She was dead. I hesitated to push her off, which she clearly noticed. "C'mon! I know you want it." She reached down for the bottom of her shirt, slowly slipping it off before I stopped her, placing my hands on her hands. A bit of her midriff was exposed and her navel was clearly visible. She giggled. She licked her lips and got closer to my lips. She puckered her lips and soon her lips met mine. I don't know what happened but I just allowed it to happen.

With her hands on my chest and her lips on my lips, I lifted her shirt, exposing her full torso. I threw the clothing to the side and switched things up for a bit. I pushed her off me and then down onto the bed and leaned over her. We kissed repeatedly, occasionally taking a breath but soon returning to our make-out session. We stopped and stared at each other, breathing heavily. I forgot all about Annabeth and was only focused on the girl beneath my hot and sweaty body. "You sure about this?" I asked, making sure Rachel was ok with it. She nodded violently.

I smirked and bent down, our lips meeting again. Rachel seemed to add a little spice in and began to stick her tongue into my mouth. Soon we began to fight for dominance with our tongues. It soon escalated to me trying to unstrap her bra off. My hands fidgeted with the puzzling contraption while we passionately kissed. Rachael would occasionally pull away to ask why I was taking so long. To which I'd reply with a grunt or a mumble. I got the bra off and expressed my small victory with an 'Aha!'. I tore it off, tossing it at my drawer. Her breasts were finally exposed. I quickly took off my shirt, revealing my scars from all the fights and wounds. My six pack seemed to intrigue Rachel as she traced the outline of the abs with her finger. It made me tingle and I slightly twitched as her finger moved down to my pants. She looked at me with a smirk.

"You're fucking hot, Percy. Why don't you take off those pants, huh?" Rachel said in a seductive tone. There was no going back at this point. I frantically unhooked my belt and slid it out. I took off my pants to reveal my black and blue flannel underwear that had the head of my dick poking out. It was hard and poke out of my underwear. Rachel stared at it with intense eyes, touching the tip with her index finger and tracing the head in a circular motion before stopping. "So, Percy, how are you liking it?"

I grinned. "I'm liking it pretty well so far. What are you going to do?" I was curious to see what she'd be doing today. A handjob? A blowjob? Sex? Either one would be great and greatly appreciated.

She seemed to have a blank expression before a smirk grew back on her face. "Oh, sweetie. We're going to do everything," she said with no hesitation. She slipped off my underwear, throwing it off to the side where I threw her bra and my shirt. "Today we'll start with a handjob; tomorrow we'll start with a blowjob; the next day we'll end with some good ol' fucking," she said enthusiastically. Either she'd been planning this all day or she just devised this quick little plan. I went with the latter.

She pushed me down as she wrapped her hand around my hard, throbbing cock. It stuck out like a knife that had just been jabbed at someone and was now protruding out of someone. I leaned against the pillow and got ready. She began to rub it, moving her hand up and down repeatedly. She sped up the motion, causing my left leg to twitch. "Oh. Faster!" I exclaimed. She picked up the pace, intensifying the pleasure and the need to let the load go. "Ooh. Ooh. I'm about to cum!" I warned her.

"Good. I want you to feel the pleasure! Feel it good!" She whispered seductively. I orgasmed, releasing a white, thick fluid from my penis. It splattered all over the sheets and onto my body and Rachael's chest. More continued to shoot out before it soon shrunk like air getting sucked out of a balloon.

"This is going to be one helluva mess," I exclaimed.