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She silently walked into the loud party. She wasn't prepared for this. After Ethan had left her outside to run ahead with his friends, she should've known it would be a bad day. But then Luke had found her, helping her in. She blushed, because that's what she always did when Luke was around. She saw Ethan doing something, she didn't know what.

"Hey, Annie," which earned him a glare. "Come meet someone, I think you'll get along great."

Annabeth just nodded tacitly. Luke pulled her through throngs of dancing, drunk people. Weed filled the air. Her outfit, a large t-shirt and yoga pants (probably part of the reason Ethan ditched her in the first place), didn't fit in with the jean shorts and Urban Outfitters crop tops. She had a meet tomorrow. She really shouldn't be here.

Luke stopped, and she followed. Her eyes went up to meet this mystery person. Her eyes found an absolutely gorgeous person in front of her. Suddenly her ears exploded with the noise of the Killers. He was chiseled by Michael Angelo, she was sure of it. Perfect cheekbones, skin, eyes, smile, chin, jaw, forehead, eyebrows, hair, and by the Nine those eyes! Ocean-green, brightly lighting up the dark party.

"Annabeth, meet Percy, Percy – yo, stop drooling – meet Annabeth." Percy quickly dabbed at his smile, trying to get rid of the imaginary drool (okay, so there was a little bit of drool, but it was cute), and blushed. He held out his hand for her.

"Hi, nice to meet you Annabeth. Luke tells me a lot." Annabeth blushed, and immediately she knew any prior feelings she had (like those she had two minutes ago) were killed by this guy.

She grabbed his hand, someone turned up the volume (she swears) when her fingers touched his. The party was so quiet behind them.

"So, uh, did you come with Luke?"

She shakes her head. "No, I came with my boyfriend." Percy looks a bit crestfallen, she notices. Good.

"Oh, that's cool."

"Mmmm, so, what brings you here?"

"I'm co-hosting with a friend of mine."

He didn't really seem like the type of person to cohost a party. "Really?"

He smiled softly. "Yeah, I'm the least, ah, turnt, of all my friends."

She nodded. "Do you want something though? I keep a stache of stuff better than bud light in the guest room."

"No, no thank you, I have a track meet tomorrow."

"Yeah, I understand, I wouldn't be drinking if I had a meet tomorrow."

Suddenly she notices the large veins, protruding loudly from his forearms. These were obviously signs of a vigorous workout routine. She now desperately wanted to see him shirtless.

"Where do you go to school?"

"I go to Goode, what about you?"

"I'm at Dalton."

His jaw dropped. "No way, I never would've guessed."

"Why?" She guessed he thought she was some dumb blonde, who, if she went to Dalton, had to be loaded as fuck.

"You seem so down-to-earth, the only Dalton kids I've met have been pretentious assholes. I'm sorry," he blushes. "I didn't mean to generalize."

Smiling in acceptance, she brushes away the insult that only he perceived to be an insult. "It's okay, that's how I feel."

His smile lights up, and from there they don't stop talking non-stop about themselves. They chat about everything from sports to school to college to family to pets (he has a black lab, who, from pictures, she knows is adorable). They exchange all the social medias. They laugh, joke, and bond. For an hour-and-a-half she and him become close friends. Luke comes back at that point, asking Percy if he could get him something. Nodding, her new friend runs into the house, but not before giving her a slight smile. The crowd starts up again after he leaves.

"He's pretty cool, right?" Luke's smile was as mischievous as the time he dumped a bottle of wine all over Travis's white suit after Travis started acting like he was the shit.

"He thinks I'm cute?"

"I've never seen him like that. He was more enamored over you than I've seen him enamored over anything else."

"I told him I had a boyfriend."

Luke groans.

"Annabeth…"

"Do you really think I want to cheat? You know the shit I've been through."

"He hit you."

"It was an accident."

"That's bullshit."

"I have a meet tomorrow."

Luke sighed. "Fine, do whatever you want. I was trying to help you. Percy's the opposite of what you have. He's what you need, but if you don't want to listen to me for your stupid values, then don't."

Percy reemerged, and the music started up again. He handed Luke his beer. Thanking him, giving Annabeth a pointed glance, he left.

"Is everything alright?"

His concern was cute.

"Yeah, everything's fine."

Everything was not fine. She no longer could remember what the fuck she was thinking. His beauty was new again, and it killed her. How could she look at Ethan the same way ever again? At the same time, she was mad at herself. Luke told her that he liked her. Why was she refusing his attention? Because she was loyal? What was she loyal to? A boyfriend doing crack in the bathroom?

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

The question seemed to catch him off guard. He looked a bit puzzled, but answered in the negative.

"How the fuck not?"

Once again, he was stunned. Okay, maybe she was a bit too forceful, but still. How the fuck not?

"Well, most girls just want me to fuck. I haven't met any that I really like, personally, and the few I have, well, they turned out to be lesbian." She snorted at that.

"What? It was just my luck, really. Anyways, I had a boyfriend for a bit, but we just didn't work out. Never really had more than him."

"Never had anyone else?"

He just shook his head and reaffirmed his previous answer. "I just haven't found anyone else after him that were intriguing enough personality wise."

"And what about me?"

His blush said it all. "What about you?"

"Am I enough for you personality-wise?"

He blushed even harder, and the music changed to the most recent Drake song, blasting on 11.

"Uh, yeah, but, well, you've got a boyfr–"

"Shut up, and take me upstairs."

His smile was infectious.

She didn't stay for a post-sex cuddle-fest. She knew she didn't have the time. She limped (he was good) back to the party, and asked Luke to get her an Uber. He was so happy, but she didn't know if it was because he was drunk, or because he had achieved at playing match-maker (she didn't want to let Percy down with his pansexuality).

She got a good night sleep, and didn't limp much until after the meet, when she had a good excuse as to why she was hurting and why she wasn't with Ethan last night. Give her a week, he'd be gone, she told herself. She had found his replacement.

Annabeth: Considering how bad my lower body hurts, I think you owe me a coffee.

Percy: but wht abt ur bf?

Annabeth: Take me to coffee, and I'll explain.

Percy: gt it XD pick u up whnvr u wnt

Annabeth: Would it kill you to use semi-decent grammar?

Percy: Probably not, madam.

Percy: shit annabth im dyin plz hlp

This'll probably be a one-shot, just FYI. Hope y'all enjoyed it!

I was reading through this, and I'm scared. I put "What about you" instead of "what about you." Someone help, please!