Me: Here's another PERCABETH fic! This one's a TWO-SHOT!
Percy: Do we kiss in it?
Annabeth: Percy!
Me: Percy does. Annabeth doesn't. Oh, and you both fight.
Percy: Alright. Wait . . . What do you mean by I do and she doesn't?!
Me: Well, you'll find out. Annabeth do the disclaimer.
Percy: I wanna do it!
Me: Do that in the next chapter.
Percy: But . . . Fine.
Annabeth: Rick Riordan owns the Percy Jackson and The Olympian series and the characters other than the gods. I mean, who can own the gods?
Percy: Even if I could, I'd only own Hera and make her sew her lips together! And the PJO series is my biography, I tell ya.
Me: Lol. Fine, Percy. On with the story, now! Enjoy!
A/N: I've edited it a bit using some pointers from Orange Pens and Messy Hands!
Third Person's POV
"Come on!" A brunette, namely Mirana Rew, said, clasping her blonde roommate's shoulder tightly. "Eat something."
She inched a plate full of salad towards the sobbing figure, probably a hundredth time in half an hour.
"I don't want it!" Annabeth Chase replied, not bothering to lift up her head which was shoved in a pillow.
"I know you don't want it," Mirana sighed, closing her eyes in exasperation, "But you need it."
The daughter of Athena didn't reply; she understood perfectly what her friend was trying to say. Unfortunately, it didn't make her cease crying.
"Anna-B?" Mirana spoke the nickname Annabeth liked a lot, considering the fact that the 'B' stood for books. And it does sound good.
"At least tell me what happened to get you so . . ." Mirana continued, stopping to search the correct word for her friend's current state, ". . . distraught?"
Annabeth sniffed and slightly shifted her head so that she was looking at Mirana.
Her face was stained with partially dried tear tracks; her eyes were still filled with unshed tears. Her hair were sticking out from her badly bound ponytail.
"Okay . . ." she sniffed again, "I'll tell you what happened . . ."
And Annabeth thought and told Mirana about the dreadful day (which was yesterday) that had started sun-lit but had ended just like the sun (not Apollo) does: lost in the deep abyss of the night sky.
*Flashback*
Annabeth's POV
"Ms. Chase, what is the solution to the third problem on page number 87?"
Mr. Popov's demand for the answer brought me out of my day-dream involving a very handsome boy.
"Uh . . ." I quickly glanced at the question he had mentioned and solved the equation mentally as fast as I could.
"Sir, the answer is 22.894356241," I said out loud, earning gasps from the fellow classmates. I smirked internally. One of the perks of being the goddess of wisdom's daughter: you get the answer before anyone else and correctly detailed almost every time.
"Eh . . ." Mr. Popov looked at me, his grey eyes gleaming with amusement, "Precisely, Ms. Chase. Sit down and kindly pay attention."
I sat down and my eyes widened as I took in the fact that the last three words he had said were in Greek.
And in spite of the weird looks from my fellow classmates, I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Oh, and yeah, someone was going to get a surprise later on.
After an hour or so, the class ended.
I hummed a sweet melody as I strolled through the bustling streets of New York. I was moving at a leisurely speed but after looking at my wristwatch I decided that it wasn't something to be bothered about; after all, it was only half past one in the snowy winter afternoon and he wasn't going to be off before two o'clock from his swimming practice.
I sighed: my thoughts (yet again) drifted off to his sea-green eyes and ever unruly hair. Sure, I wasn't one of those Aphrodite girls who day-dreamed all day long about hot boys and stuff but hey, I am a girl. Hell, if Clarisse could actually fall for someone then I could think a bit about my own special someone, right?
I felt something very, very light on my shoulder and smiled as I saw a tiny snowflake; us demigods tend to get aware even of such tiny things, you know. I stuffed my hands in my gray overcoat and increased my pace slightly, making the freshly fallen snowflakes crunch under my boots. It took me only a minute or two before I stood on the pavement in front of a large building.
Goode High School.
The school which my special someone attended.
The school which Percy Jackson attended.
I smiled to myself as I walked towards the school building, which stood tall and mighty with its large playgrounds. I made into the long hallway when I heard someone say: "Miss? May I help you?"
I looked in the direction. A middle-aged woman with soft brown eyes and auburn curls tucked in a woolen cap sat behind the reception desk. I recognised her immediately as Mrs. Leila Joseph, the school's receptionist. Being the kind-hearted, gentle lady she was, she had gotten us on the first name basis.
"Hello, Leila," I smiled at her and pulled down my own cap, letting my blonde ponytail fall freely on my neck, "Don't recognise me?"
Her eyes widened and she grinned at me, "Oh! Annabeth!"
Her good mood was contagious. I myself could feel a grin trying to etch on my lips.
"That's right!" I went towards her gave her a hug.
"Long time no see," she mused out loud, "Been what? Seven months?"
"Eight, actually. I've been extremely busy with school and stuff," I replied.
"Eleventh grade taking its toll on ya?"
"Mhm," I pursed my lips and nodded.
"Well, I won't keep you long," she patted me on my back and urged me forward, "Percy's supposed to be in his swimming class. Surprise him."
Thanking Leila, I smiled and rushed of towards the pool and . . . I stopped dead in my tracks. My mouth flew open and all I could see was red. My fist clenched and unclenched on my sides. My idea of a perfect afternoon with him was ruined.
This wasn't what I had envisioned and expected would happen on reaching the indoor swimming pool of Goode High.
There he was, standing in his dark royal-blue swimming trunks, surrounded by the swimming team. Along them was the thing that had angered me: a blonde girl - other than me - was attached to him by the lips.
It didn't help that the girl was wearing a one-piece swimsuit too.
"PERSEUS JACKSON! WHAT IN THE NAME OF HADES DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
The words slipped out of my mouth before I could even think that it would be only helping me to create a scene.
Every present head in the room whipped in my direction, except for Percy's and the other girl's.
Percy frantically pushed away the girl off him and he too spun his head towards the owner of the voice (that being me).
I heard him swearing in Greek as he bolted towards me, his eyes widened.
"Annabeth . . . She . . ." he started but I had had enough.
And before I could stop myself, my body acted on its own and I slapped him. He winced but I knew had endured much worse than a feeble slap.
"How could you!" I exclaimed, the words laced with hurt, "How could you?! I thought you loved me, Percy!"
"Annabeth, I do!" he put his hands on my shoulders, "She forced herself on me just as you entered the room! And I was really trying to . . ."
"Save it," I shrugged his hands off and lowered my head, "Why don't you go to her instead of me? To make out or something. I don't care."
The truth was I did. I really did and I still do. I didn't tell that to him but I knew he'd know that himself. He did.
"Come on!" Percy threw his hands above his head, "You do care!"
"I don't care!" I repeated, "Go away!"
And before I knew it, my eyes filled with tears, threatening to spill out.
He stood up straight frowning, his sea-green eyes filled with nothing but anguish and tears as well.
"Fine!" he finally yelled, breaking the silence, his fists balled to his sides, "Fine! If that makes you happy, I'll go away. Wait . . . You're in my school. You go away."
And that was when I broke down, at last releasing the suppressed sob and ran out of the indoor pool and out of the school as fast as I could.
*End of Flashback*
Third Person's POV
Mirana had sympathy and anger in her eyes.
"Anna-B," she spoke in a clear voice, "He's a dumb fool to let you go. You deserve better."
The last three words made something in Annabeth snap and she couldn't help crying out defiantly, "He's perfect for me!"
Her eyes widened at her own words. Mirana didn't say a word for a while, though the way she smiled pretty clearly stated everything: You still love him. It was a misunderstanding.
And Annabeth believed her.
"But you know," Mirana speculated aloud, "Don't sweat over making up. He broke it up. Let him make the amends too."
Annabeth nodded but soon tears came into her eyes.
"Thank you, Mira."
"Hah, no prob."
"Hey, Mirana?"
"Yo?"
". . . Where is the salad?"
". . . Oops."
Percy's POV
No. No. No. What did I freaking do?!
As I swam across the length of the swimming pool for the eighty-ninth time, my mind drifted back to the ghastly conversation with Annabeth.
And as much as I didn't want to, yet again, my mind made me think of the single heart-clenching sob she had emitted from her mouth.
I was feeling like I had dug a huge hole in my heart. And I knew I needed to fill it up with her love; because as cheesy as it probably sounds, I'd die if I didn't.
My head cleared away and only six words remained in my mind: I have to patch it up.
Me: And this chapter ends here! Thanks for reading!
Percy: Hey! I got so little part in this chapter!
Annabeth: At least I slapped him. But we're gonna get together again, aren't we?
Me: Ah, of course you are! Though with a twist!
Percy: Man, I'm gonna sink your laptop if we don't kiss in the next one!
Me: Hey! No need for violence!
Annabeth: Okay, guys, please Follow/Favorite/Review if you liked the story!
Me: And be tuned for more!