Alright this is my first songfic, basically while Percy and Alex are still at CHB. Angst, harsh words and complication? What does that add to? Alex and Percy(:

Just gonna stand there

And watch me burn that's alright because

I like the way it hurts just gonna stand there

And hear me cry that's alright

Because i love the way you lie

I love the way you lie

The young woman with magenta highlights in her hair laid pressed against her boyfriend, in a white shirt and underwear, with his arm wrapped lazily around her waist. Typical, you would think for this couple, just teenagers in love, but no far more than that. He had crawled into bed later than her, after she had fallen asleep. That made her question him, mentally of course.

Her silver eyes fluttered open to the sun peaking in through the windows of the cabin. She smiled slightly, enjoying being close to him. She looked down at his hand that was gripping hers, what had made her skin crawl what was written on it with pen.

Bethany

555-0936

Again this had happen, she ripped away from arms and he leaned back squinting his eyes at the angry girl who stared down at him.

"What is this time?" his voice held annoyance

"I can't believe you," her voice was barely above a whisper

He sat up, and tried to reach for her. Her eyes glowed with anger, how dare he? She screamed in her head.

"You fucking cheater!" she lunged at him, getting on top of him and clawing at him.

He grabbed her arm, flipped her over so she was under him. They struggled against each other, her nails dug in his skin and said things he didn't mean. Things that he would never mean. She spat him, he growled at him and he slammed her against the bed, so she was on her back now. She continued to claw at him, trying to get her hits in as he struggled to grab her hands. His blue eyes flashed with anger, as he pinned her under him. She stared at him, seeming as if she were defeated. Little did he know, that she, the person she was, was never defeated. He got off her, going to the bathroom, her eyes fell on her Black Army War messanger bag.

She was done.

She got off the bed and started stuffing her tossed clothes that laid all over the room into her bag. She pulled on a pair of shorts and tied her combat boots, she was done with this.

She and her baby deserved more.

He walked out of the bathroom to see her shoving clothes in her bag, he felt panic and anger fill in him again.

"Where you going?"

"I'm leaving you," she snapped walking across the cabin to the door.

He stormed toward her, he ripped the bag out of her hands and threw across the room. "No you're not,"

She let out a scream and she pushed him. He made a move to fight, she pushed him and he pushed her. She punched him, knowing that didn't effect him because of his achilles curse, he still felt the pain though, the slightest bit. He grabbed her arms roughly. Her ebony hair whipping in her face as she was pushed against the wall. He held her wrist above her head, and his face inches from hers.

"Don't you ever fucking do that again, you hear me?" he hissed lowly, she was definite. She wouldn't listen to him and he knew that. He wanted to seem intimidating to the werewolf.

"I fucking hate you," she spat as he towered over her. He didn't give a shit and she knew that.

Ever loved some one where you couldn't breath? This was there relationship.

"I hate you too,"

His lips smashed against hers, she responsed eagerly and he let out a small hiss as he slipped his knee between her legs. Their tongues danced as he let go of her wrist and they fisted his hair as the kiss heated. She pulled away and pushed him away from him, this time she pushed him toward the wall and she grabbed his face and open mouth kissed him eagerly and fiercely. He gripped her waist to bruising point. Pain shot through her, she ignored it.

She realized what she was doing.

She pulled away from him, there was no understanding with this relationship between them. Their friends thought they were crazy to love each other. That never stopped them. Their parents hated each other, that didn't stop them. Now this is what it has become.

They loved each other too fucking much.

She ran across the cabin outside to the pier, she sat there getting lost in the events that had happen this week.

She hated how the blond girl clung to him, she watched him as if he were prey and she wanted to kill the bastard and the girl on the spot. She was angry how he had claimed that he was going to get them drinks, and ended up getting flirted with from a blond slut. She ran her fingers through her long black hair, she didn't say anything. She just watched.

He meant the world to her, but was it the same with him?

She wanted him to be jealous, he did this to her every time they went out to a club or a bar. Her eyes scanned the bar and saw a handsome man. Easy target. She decided to give it a shot, though she still felt slightest bit of guilt of what she was about to do infront of the man she loved and she looked back him and the blond slut, she knew this would get his attention. She did her usual sexy strut, making her way to him.

She could feel his eyes on her, she smirked at the feeling and she took a seat next to the handsome man. She gave him a seductive smiled and he looked shocked. She felt her ego boost. She knew she was sexy, she knew she still had a figure that made guys drool, even though she was a month pregnant.

"Hey, there."

"H-h-hi," Well this man had a british accent. How fucking ironic, she thought bitterly.

"What's your name?"

"Nile,"

"Well, Nile, it's a real pleasure to meet you."

"Yes, yes it is." He gave the girl a once over "God damn you're sexy."

She smirked "Well, you are too, baby."

She felt his eyes burning in her back. Another boost to her ego. she was getting him jealous. Her goal.

Nile was about to say something to her, then suddenly a fist came in contact with his face. Alex let out a fustrated groan, and she knew better than getting between him and a another guy fighting. Especially when it was over her. She watched him punch Nile over and over again. It scared her to see him like this, but she should be used to it by now.

"Fuck!" She cried out in anger, slamming her hands on the bar.

The bar tender pulled him off of Nile and slammed him against the bar next to her.

"You ever show your faces around here, I'll call the police, got it?"

He nodded, yet she didn't. She walked away from them.

That was what she was used to doing. Running away from a problem.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" He gripped her arm pulling her next him.

"Why the fuck do you have to flirt with every girl you see?" she hissed at him, ripping her arm away from his grip.

Nothing has changed since, hugging her knees to her chest, she stared up at the sky. Tears forming in her eyes.

"I just said I'm fucking leaving you,"

"No,"

"Yes I am!" she screamed

He grabbed her arm and she turned around shoving him away. She growled at him and she crouched down on the floor to gather her books off of the coffee table as he sat down on the couch. He tried to touch her, but she stood to her feet shoving him away.

"I said stop!" she snarled

"You are fight over such stupid ass stuff,"

"Leave me alone!" She snarled and got up.

He followed her, she rushed toward the bathroom as he quicken his paced. She slammed the door in his face as his fist pounded on it, angrily. She crawled toward her bag and took out a cigarette and a lighter. She needed to calm herself. She stuck the cigarette between her lips and flicked the lighter on. She stared at the fire.

Amazed

Consumed

The fire was what brought her close to her mother. She watched the fire as she flicked it on and off.

It would calm her.

She stared it, focused on it. Ignoring the pounds on the door and pleas and apologies. She stared at the fire.

That's what held them together.

Their firey passion for each other.

Maybe their relationship wasn't as crazy as it seemed. She heard footsteps from behind her and she turned her head to see him waking toward her. He crouched down to her level and held out the teddy bear they were going to give to their daughter. She took it as he kissed her forehead, mumbling a sorry as he walked away.

He was her hero and she was his herione

Everyone knew it.

He punched the mirror, from staring at it. He hated the reflection. He had a split lip, and nail marks on his bare chest. He hated the new hm. Everyone who cared for him blamed her. But they didn't know her, like he knew her. They didn't know that she was scared of thunder storms or how naturally strong she was. No one knew that, but him. He knew things about her, that he thought she didn't even know.

He held up a piece of the mirror and saw her in the reflection, leaning against the door.

"Next time I'll aim fist at the wall," he said

She let out a fustrated cry "Next time? There will not be a next time!"

"I'm so sorry, baby."

She shook her head, and walked away from him.

They both were tired of the games, but they both had to much pride to admit it. He walked out of the bathroom and walked toward the bunk bed the one they squeezed in together in. She was sitting there holding in tears. They had that warm fuzzy feeling every time they spoke to each other. Now they were getting so fucking sick of looking at each other. They swore they would never hurt each other. Now they are in each other's face. Vemon spewing out of their words. She was too blinded by love to realize this needed to stop.

He had noticed she had bruises on her arms and shoulders, a split lip like him.

He sat down next to her.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

"I am too," she cried out, throughing her arms around him.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

Same pattern and routine of Alex Garcia and Percy Jackson.

What do you think? I know Percy is OC, but oh well. I hope I did good. Should I upgrade this into a story instead of a oneshot?

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xoxox BC