I banged on the door of the Poseidon cabin again.
"Perseus Jackson, don't make me kick this door down, 'cos you know I will!" I yelled, even though I was meant to be in my cabin, asleep.
I held my breath, hoping to make less noise so I could hear if the boy I was looking for was actually awake – but I heard nothing. I took a deep sigh, and with I grunt I shattered the door with one, well placed, kick. I shook my curls from my face and stepped over the splinters that covered on the floor, and for the first time, I noticed how quiet it really was – too quiet.
"Percy?" I said, my voice shaking. Maybe he was just playing a practical joke on me, and was about to jump out at me.
I whipped my head from side to side and took in my surroundings. His cabin was a pigsty – but that was the norm. but his bed was charred and broken. My eyes widened and I ran to the bed, my heart thumping a mile a minute.
"Percy!" I yelled, throwing back what was left of his blue sheets, even though I knew what I was going to find.
Where Percy Jackson was meant to be sleeping was nothing. Just a charred mattress – no equally charred body of which I would've preferred. At least with a body, I knew he'd have been there. My whole body began to shake violently, and suddenly I let out a blood curdling scream that shattered the cabin's windows so they looked like the broken door.
Suddenly I sat bolt upright in my bed, my silvery-gray sheets damp with sweat. My heart was still thumping as I reached out for my alarm clock to check the time. Midnight. I placed the clock back on my bedside table and threw the sheets off of me.
"Lilian?" I croaked, hoping that my eldest sister was awake.
"Annabeth?" She whispered, slowly weaving her way through the beds. "You were having a nightmare I think – you were tossing and turning. Oh and you shouted something. I think it was 'Percy.'"
In the dark room, I hoped she couldn't make out the blush that I felt crawl its way across my cheeks. "Yeah. He was gone."
"I know, Annie. It's horrible to lose your best friend." Lilian sighed as she sat down on my bed and gave me and tight hug. Only Lilian was aloud to call me Annie or Annie belle – no one else. Lilian was my favourite sister, she was the head of the Athena cabin when I was claimed and she looked after me just as Thalia had done those many months before I reached Camp Half-Blood.
"Lilian..."
"Yeah Annabeth?"
I thought about what I was going to say. I'd been having this dream for about a month and it had never changed. I knew it wasn't a Demigod dream because they only come once – and this one was exactly the same every time. And every time it was over, I'd wake up screaming, or crying, or both And only then did it hit me, why I always reacted like this to the dream. Why I was always protective over Percy, and why I liked having him for a best best friend.
I liked him. Like, liked liked him.
Finally I manage to admit it. Not just to Lilian either. To me as well. "I think... I think I like him."
"Who?" Lilian said with a slight smirk.
"Percy." I said so quietly that I thought she hadn't heard it.
"I knew it." She said, and she got off my bed.
"What?"
"Remember. It's not only Aphrodite girls who can tell when someone's in love. Especially their baby sisters."
I watched Lilian make her way to her bed that looked exactly like mine. I watched her tuck herself in and I watched her slowly drift off to sleep, and only then did I let myself ponder over what she had said.
I don't love Percy Jackson.
Do I?
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