Written for the Camp Half-Blood forum prompt "Passing notes." Some potty-mouthing involved!

I won't look at him. If I look at him, I'll cry.

Annabeth focused on her math test, trying not to break down at the scrap of paper that had slid from the desk two rows away from her.

She had broken up with Percy Jackson a few weeks ago. She still loved him. And judging by the scraps of paper she had been finding under her desk, he did too. But the relationship would never work out, no matter how much it seemed they were made for each other.

"Annabeth, will you stop fussing over every single damn thing I fucking do!"

"Watch your mouth!" she chided.

"Watch your mouth! You spelled this wrong! It isn't this, it's this, you're wrong, wrong, wrong..." Percy's shoulders slumped. "Annabeth, I just want to make you happy."

"Well, you could-"

"That's it! I can't do this anymore, Annabeth, I just need someone to accept me for who I am. Goodbye. Maybe, if you stopped trying to correct single goddamn thing I do..."

And that was the last thing they said to each other.

Percy was dating Calypso Atlas now. He'd tried to date Rachel Dare, but she'd only been with him for a couple of weeks. Reyna Ramirez-Arellano had wanted to date him, but he'd shrugged her off and gone for the incredibly sexy Cal. The fact she was hot made her hard for Annabeth to hate. IF she'd been an art nerd, like Rachel, or student body president Reyna, it would have been easier. But Cal was just so fucking NICE to everyone, she was so sweet and goddamn hard to hate. Sigh.

Annabeth looked at the note. She had opened the first one she received, and it had just been Percy asking for the answer to problem three. But this one might be different.

She unfolded it.

Dear Annabeth,

Calypso dumped me. There's this other girl I like. You're the smartest person I know. Do you have relationship advice?

Percy.

She clenched her fists, crumpling the note into a tight ball in her sweaty palm. How the hell could he ask his ex-girlfriend for relationship advice?!

Tears began streaming down her face. She missed him so badly. And he had dumped her. For trying to help him. All her corrections- it was just so he wouldn't get told off by teachers, just so he wouldn't get in trouble.

It was all for him.

"Miss Annabell Case?"

"Wh-what? Oh..." Annabeth remembered she was in math class, and didn't bother to correct the teacher, Mr. D, something all kids learned in the first week. Right. Note to self: Do not break down and cry in class.

"Miss Case, as you seem unable to control your tears, I advise you to step into the hall. You are disrupting the other students." said Mr. D., irritated.

"Y-yes, sir," said Annabeth, still clutching the note. Still crying, she stepped into the hall.

Sinking down against the blue lockers, Annabeth broke down and bawled. She just wanted her Percy back. And now, apparently, there was some girl he was crushing on and he wanted her advice. Why why why why-

"Why what?"

Annabeth looked up to see a very familiar black-haired figure standing over her. She tried to make her voice as cold and icy as possible. "And what the hell do YOU want, Perseus Jackson?"

"I just-Never mind." He dropped the hall pass into her lap. Her first response was to throw it down the hall after the boy making his way to the boys room. He ignored it. Sheepishly, she followed him to pick it up. Attached now to it was a sticky note covered in a familiar, messy handwriting...

I love you, Annabeth

-Percy.

He loved her.

She started sobbing again, mainly from joy. She left the hall pass where it was and rentered Mr. D.'s room. "Ah, Miss Case. You have rejoined us. How nice. We have all finished the test. All but you and Mr. Peter Johnson. Please complete it now."

"Yes, sir." Annabeth took out a piece of paper and wrote on it,

I love you too, Percy.

-Love, Annabeth

As she threw it over to Percy's desk, Mr. D's tiger eyes (get it?) followed it and snatched it out of the air. "Writing notes, are we now, Miss Case? Hmmm, I love you too, Percy, Love, Annabeth...Hm." He crumpled the note. "Now FINISH THE TEST, Miss Case. And if I catch you writing notes again...well, I won't be so lenient."

"Her name's Annabeth Chase!"

Like her knight in shining armor, Percy stood in the doorway. He came in and sat down. Before he did, he locked eyes with Annabeth, and they knew it was forever.

Wow...stayed up so late writing this...IT BETTER BE WORTH IT. :-)