"Annabeth" "Annabeth" "Annabeth" the crowd roared. Surrounding us in a center and cheering their heart out, but to his pity his only cheerers were his three best friends. Unintentionally I had a smirk on my face. I made a fist, thumbs covering my knuckles. I was fuming with rage, how dare he? With full energy I raised my fist and ushered it to Percy's filthy face.
Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Do you think I am the bad person here? Well for your kind information, I am.
As soon as my fist made contact with his nose he fell on the ground with a thud. "Good job beth" my subconscious boomed. I gazed at my blood ridden knuckle (HIS NOT MINE). The crowd was now dull and only few gasps were evident. Why? Well because he was lying on the ground curled up in a little ball, knees touching his chest and his hands covering his nose, which for a fact was bleeding like a faucet. He was whimpering in pain. A laugh escaped my mouth. He's got to be kidding, I'm sure I hadn't put down all of my energy into the punch, but his face said otherwise.
I kneeled down beside him and took notice of my doing. To say, that his nose was shattered like glass, would be an understatement. Guilt, regret, remorse filled my veins. What had I done?
"Hey you okay?" my voice was a bit cracking now. A part was still hoping on to the fact that he would at least snap back at me. But he didn't. The crowd around was just ogling at us.
"A little help please?" I questioned and Percy's three best friends came towards us and helped him sit on a bench upfront. I was panicking. I hastily called an ambulance through the phone.