PERFECT. Perfect. That was how Perseus Jackson had always thought of Annabeth. She was the super-smart genius. She knew every single city in Asia and every country in the Europe. She had a great sense of humor, a nice smile, and for a girl that nerdy, she was pretty cute too. 'The perfect girlfriend' he had thought. Loyal, funny, charming. Well, that's what Percy HAD thought about Annabeth, right up before the incident. That was Percy's name for the 10 minutes where he found out she was a traitor, the 10 minutes that had ruined his life.
FLASHBACK
Percy was getting worried. When Annabeth smiled sweetly, kissed his cheek, then told him she would be right back, he felt a tight feeling of doubt nagging at the back of his mind. He dismissed it, of course, scolding himself for not trusting annabeth, but he couldn't help it now. It had been almost 6 hours since she left, and the doubtful feeling only grew more and more intense in his mind. Finally, he couldn't stand it. He jumped up, put on a pair of jeans, an orange camp shirt, and some reeboks, and jumped off of the argo II. He could easily trace her; the muddy ground had left her footprints clearly behind. following her path, lighting it up with the soft glow of riptide, he trudged after the deep footprints of her nikes. 'Wow, she went FAR.' he grumbled to himself by the time he walked almost half a mile. He finally reached a place where her footprints looked like she actually stopped running. Looking up, he saw what looked like a large shrine, big and bold and decorated with festive red lights and gold paint. 'What...? Why?' he thought confusedly, staring up at the entrance of the shrine. He sighed, held riptide up higher, and climbed up the stairs.
He found a large, domelike structure after climbing up the stairs. It was a beautiful building made entirely of gold, consisting of pure gold pillars, glass-windows tinted with gold, and a clean gold mat. It was designed beautifully, and looked like a place that could compete with the shiny-ness of King Midas's palace itself. "WOW" He thought, entranced by the beauty. "This place… Annabeth would love it here!" Suddenly he remembered the reason he had come here in the 1st place. He quietly walked past the hallway, in case any enemies could hear him, then creeped up yet another flight of stairs. Finally, he heard some quiet muttering coming from a door in the end of the hallway.
"Yes, lady Gaea!" Came the eager voice of Annabeth. Percy's eyes widened. That was Annabeth, for sure. He'd recognize her voice anywhere. He crept up to a place where he could fully hear Annabeth's voice and see everything happening, and saw Annabeth kneeling down in front of an altar, where a small pot was placed. Was it filled with… dirt? Percy found this weird, because Annabeth was a proud girl, and, last he checked, she was completely sane. She never kneeled and her bows were reserved for Lord Zeus or Lady Athena themselves. 'Annabeth…' he thought worriedly, 'What's going on?' He didn't dare show himself, though he felt like he should've, but his gut feeling told him, DON'T MOVE. 'It's Annabeth,' he thought quickly, 'She has a plan. She always does.'
"Child of Athena, what can you tell me about the demigod Perseus Jackson?" Gaea hissed the words out slowly. What Annabeth said wasn't really a long speech or threatening words, but it still hurt Percy's feelings. A lot. "You need not be worried, your majesty…" Annabeth said, sounding like she was entranced. "He is a soft-hearted, weak, pathetic excuse for a demigod. I just dated him to spy on him for you. He does not live up to his legacy, trust me." While Gaea was smiling in delight and said, "You need not be a spy for me any more, now you can join me fully...", Percy frowned. Every word he said felt like she had ruthlessly stabbed a rusty dagger straight into his heart. He had entirely trusted Annabeth, enough to feel that he could trust her with his deepest secrets, including his Achilles heel, his weaknesses… He couldn't help but feel betrayed. He had loved her so much…
He ran from Annabeth, the hurtful traitor Annabeth, the girl he had and still loved, as fast as he could, kicking up rocks on the way. "Who's out there!?" shrieked Annabeth, sounding terrified. Percy didn't answer. He just kept running, running, and running. All he wanted to do was get away from his liar of a girlfriend, Annabeth. He just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. He ran straight to the forest, not stopping or slowing down for a single second, and ignored all the weird looks mortals gave him. He ran straight to the forest.
To be continued…
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