Luke groaned as he slowly rolled over, pressing a finger to his lip and pulling away to see it coated in his own sticky red blood. It was then that he figured out what happened… Percy had hit him. Percy! "Babe, don't go…" He said weakly. As he watched as his boyfriend gathered his things and walk out, pausing at the door, looking at him sadly before sighing.
"This is the last time, Luke. I'm sick of the way that every time you mess up, you apologize but never change. I'm done," He said, walking out the door, leaving a heartbroken Luke weeping on the floor.
~Months later~
Everything was back to normal. Percy had given Luke another chance and Luke was trying his best to be a good faithful boyfriend. So far, he'd done well at not cheating… until one day.
Percy was at work that when Annabeth, Luke's ex-girlfriend , showed up and decided to show him what he'd given up. (Not much more than a psycho crazy-lady) But, she was definitely not lacking in sex appeal. So, could anyone really have blamed Luke for giving into her.
She was straddling Luke with said male's shirt half off when Percy walked in "Luke, baby, I'm ho-" the soft sound of choking stabbed Luke to the heart. He knew what this must look like to Percy. "What's going on?" He tried to make himself sound angry but the two could hear the hurt.
The look in Annabeth's eyes told Luke she saw this as her chance. "Well, can't you see?" She asked, turning around. "Luke called me, asking me to help him. Say 'Ugh, Percy's so boring,' and, of course, I was willing to help my old pal Luke." Luke shook his head.
"Percy, I swear, it's not true." Percy's wasn't listening to him. The son of Poseidon was fully focused on Annabeth, and it was clear that the blonde had realized her mistake and Percy clutched her by the hair and the echo of her stiletto heels down the hall followed by the sound of glass and metal and her screams when they got outside brought Luke to the window to witness Percy beating the snot out of her and into Luke's car. He figured he deserved that, what with his history and all.
When Annabeth was bloody and stumbling away, only then did Percy turn to look up at Luke. "That is it!" As he spoke, a storm had started brewing, whipping his hair and scattering litter. "I'm done with you! Every time you do this, I give you another chance but not anymore. No! I'm, through! Never again! You had more than enough chances, you bastard mother fucker! I hope you die of AIDS and go to hell!" Percy then got in his own car, his stuff be damned, and sped away, Luke already knowing that this was, indeed the end.