"We'll just have to be ready."
"How?" I said. "Look at our camp. We can't even stop fighting each other. And I'm supposed to get my stupid soul reaped."
She threw down her scroll. "I knew we shouldn't have shown you the prophecy." Her voice was angry and hurt. "All it did was scare you. You run away from things when you're scared."
I stared at her, completely stunned. "Me? Run away?"
She got right in my face. "Yes, you. You're a coward, Percy Jackson!"
I grab her shoulders. "What did you just call me?"
Annabeth holds her ground. "You heard me." She snaps.
"You have 10 seconds to take that back."
"Or what?"
The sound of her voice saying my name and the word coward in the same sentence is still ringing in my ears when, I grab her face in my hands and kiss her. She kisses me back but I'm so angry I don't have time to enjoy it before we pull away gasping for air.
She looks down at the ground avoiding my eyes.
"Annabeth," I say. she still doesn't look at me.
I tilt her face up to mine. "Annabeth." I say again. "You can call me stupid, and you can call me seaweed brain, but you can't call me a coward."
Then I walk away still wanting to be mad, but not being able to shake the felling of kissing her.
"Percy!" Annabeth calls. "Wait, I'm sorry!"
I keep walking. Cowards turn back, hero's keep going.