Characters: Annabeth, Percy and Rachel
Summary: - AnnabethxPercy/RachelxPercy - Just once, she wishes he'd smile like that at her.
Pairings: AnnabethxPercy, one-sided RachelxPercy
Warnings/Spoilers: Don't know of any spoilers here!
Timeline: After 'The Last Olympian'
A/N: I really wanted to do an 'unrequited love' piece, thus this was born. Originally I really liked the whole RachelxPercy idea in the books – but then I realised I probably wouldn't have lived long if I continued rooting for them -_-
My fics just keep getting shorter and shorter I think, wordcount wise - This is the shortest one!
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns the Percy Jackson series
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Hot irritation sweeps over her when Rachel watches wide ocean dyed eyes follow flaxen blonde curls around the room. Her frustration settles in when she questions if he'll ever look at her the way he looks at Annabeth. The realization comes, in that pessimistic way of hers, that he probably won't.
Rachel has already grudgingly accepted the knowledge, the way a man on death row accepts the lethal injection—that Percy has eyes for no one but Annabeth, has never had eyes for anyone but Annabeth, and will never be able to see anyone but Annabeth.
Maybe she should just count herself lucky? She's got his friendship to count for something.
Rachel's never been one to give up on anything. She's pretty strong for a mortal after all. She threw a hairbrush at an arising malevolent Titan of Time. Yes, she may be robust but she starts to think that maybe choosing to be the Oracle of Delphi was a not a well-thought out idea after all.
She's momentarily distracted as Annabeth sweeps out of the room and Percy's face drops like a stone. She would feel a little pity for him if he hadn't still be drooling on the couch long after the child of Athena had left the building.
This only makes things worse for Rachel; Annabeth may be an idiot in her opinion - but she's not stupid, so why can't she see the way Percy always stares at her, looks at her like she's the only thing of worth in the whole world?
Percy looks as if he's in a completely different world.
Rachel rubs her forehead, grimacing. This sick feeling's familiar. What a mess.
Just once, she wishes he'd smile like that at her.
It's come to a point where she can't handle the thick atmosphere. A lame excuse escapes her lips and she exits the room as fast as she came. It doesn't take her long to reach the nearest public bathrooms. A fetid air greets a already sickly stomach. Whipping her purse onto the sullied bench and Rachel thinks that now is a good time to freshen up.
Maybe she's just not what he's looking for. Maybe she should just move on? Maybe she should just give up?
A false, Doll-esque smile plasters itself across Rachel's pale oval face as she selects lipstick from her vanity. A pale pink, she thinks will do, the colour of cherry blossoms.
Then, a shard falls from the grimy old wide mirror, and with it, the illusion that everything's fine, cracks.
Everything is not fine. Rachel's not used to not getting what she wants. The rejection so bitter and painful on her shoulders is a feeling unknown to her. But, if she is to go down, she will not without a fight.
Something flares in the pit of her stomach and she can feel her face lighting up, a smirk creeping up onto the corners of her lips. Adrenalin firing her veins with fuel needed to endure and contest.
She could just make him jealous? She could do many things.
She prefers this tactic – it's more her style. She'll show him what he's missing out on.
Rachel looks at the tube of pink lipstick currently weighing in her hand, only for a moment, and then puts it down. With mascara thick across otherwise colourless lashes, blush bright on pale cheeks.
She shall wear red across vain lips tonight, just for the allure of it.