My goal is to reach 100 reviews, a lot I know. I have decided that the person who posts the 100th review will get to name a character, and decide what they look like. I will slip them into the story how ever I feel fits.

Percy ducked quickly as a bronze knife stabbed the wall where his head just was, "You could have killed me!" He shouted straightening back up glaring at the blonde in front of him. Her stormy eyes burned with fury, a look he hated to be on the receiving end of, "Good!" Percy didn't even remember what he and Annabeth were fighting about, something along the lines of 'not understanding what she was going through'. All at once the anger left her face. "Maybe you should just leave." Her voice was quiet now, full of pain and hurt. Percy liked it better when she was yelling, he didn't feel so guilty or like a bad person. "Are we going to be okay?" He asked his voice almost a whisper. Annabeth couldn't meet his eyes, she just looked down and shook her head, "I don't know. I just think we need some time apart." Percy inhaled sharply, this is the moment he had been dreading for a year. Since the night he finally got the nerve to ask her out. The night he put all of his feelings on the line, not knowing what to expect. Now he stood there looking at the girl he thought he had loved, or maybe still did. Percy didn't know what to think anymore, nothing was as it should be. Focusing on Annabeth's face he saw a tear fighting to leave her eye, but she was too stubborn to let it in front of him. Setting his jaw he nodded, "Alright, call me when you're ready to talk." Percy couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice. With a few quick strides he was out of the door into the cold New York air. It must have been late, the stars bright in the sky, but he didn't care. Percy just needed to sit and collect his thoughts. Placing his head in his hands Percy closed his eyes sitting on the steps leading to the town house Annabeth shared with a few other girls.

"Excuse me?" The voice had a familiar accent but he couldn't place it. Percy jumped and almost fell down the stairs. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you so much." He suddenly remembered where he had hear it before, it was the same one Hazel had. It took Percy a moment to place the girl's face. Her hair was black and fell in curls just below her shoulders. Her eyes were unique, green around the pupils and were a rich brown for the rest of the iris. The same color of his mother's kitchen table, the one they ate at every Thanksgiving. The memory made him smile as he looked her over. Her skin was pale, but there wasn't a freckle in sight. Her eyebrows were arched, and stood out against her skin tone. A scar ran through the right one and almost reached her eye, it probably had an interesting story. Finally it hit him, "Oh, hello Emilia." She was one of Annabeth's roommates, they had only met in passing but he still remembered her. "Evening, Percy, and call me Emmy" Her lips turned into a smile and she set down what looked like a brief case. But it was to rectangular and heavy to be one. "What's that?" He asked suddenly not able to control his ADHD. Emmy let out a laugh, "It's a saxophone, just came back from jazz practice." Percy nodded like he understood, but his mind was to focused on Annabeth to truly care. Emmy looked up at her building. "Does Annabeth know you're out here, I can go get her." Her smile remained but based on the look on Percy's face it wasn't going to help. He shook his head causing his black hair to fall into his face, he brushed it away before speaking. "Not needed, we kind of had a fight." A blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked up at her with a forced smile. Emmy sat on the stairs next to him. "I'm sorry, I always thought you two looked cute together. " Percy nodded half-heartedly and continued to focus on his shoes. "What was it about?" Percy looked at her not sure if he could answer. "Oh, sorry not really my place is it." Emmy offered a slight smile. "No, it's alright. I'm actually not entirely sure what it was about." It felt so weird to be talk about this, it was such a normal problem. For the past couple of years he had been dealing with 'Demi-god problems'. Stuff such as, "If you don't get to Rome within 6 days your friend will die in a bronze jar." Or "Your uncle is going to kill you if you don't return his hat." Emmy nodded not asking any further questions. Percy could tell her if he wanted, but she wasn't going to push him.

They both jumped hearing the door behind them open. Annabeth stood in the doorway her arms crossed. "Emmy, I didn't realize you were home. Why don't you come in?" Emmy nodded standing grabbing her case. "Sure thing." She turned to Percy and waved. "See you later, maybe." She cheerfully walked into the door like she didn't notice Annabeth radiating hatred. Emmy closed the door behind her leaving Percy to Annabeth's wrath. She turned to him calmly, too calmly. "I say let's take a break and not an hour later your pulling a move on my roommate?" Her volume rose as she spoke, her fists balled at her side. Percy winced but stood to defend himself, feeling anger rise in him. "I'm sorry for talking to someone! Do you really think I'm like that? You know what, don't call me. I'm done with you!" Percy turned to leave but she grabbed his arm. "I'm sorry." Her voice gave off the sound of pure pain. He didn't look at her; he just yanked his arm away and started walking towards his apartment, already regretting what he said. Emmy watched all of this take place from her window biting her lip. This wasn't going to be pretty; Annabeth was going to be a pain to live with for awhile.