It was a drunken mistake in the beginning, a chaste touch of the lips. Next thing she knew, she woke up in bed next to a man who was definitely not her boyfriend of four years.
The affair continued. Stolen kisses when they thought nobody was around, quick glances, hands being held under the table while at the same time she holds the hand of the one she is supposed to be loyal to.
Loyal. He's loyal to her. He doesn't dare look at another girl, let alone have an affair with one, because it is only her in his eyes. Yet she cheats on him.
It's not even an affair, just a secret fling that will be over in a week or two.
But it isn't .
Months go by quickly, then a year, and the fling is still on. They thought they were being secretive, that nobody would notice, but that wasn't the case. Everybody did. Everybody except the boy that loves her with all his heart. Yet everybody keeps quiet, because the boy is blinded by love. Sure, a few seem to drop hints. His cousin, who is also the sibling of the other man. His mentor, who is like a second father to him. His father, who he only wishes to make proud. The camp director, the very one who seems to not care for any hero. Even the girl's mother, the same mother who he believed to despise him for who his father is. It seems that love not only blinds, but deafens.
One day, the boy and the girl truly make a mistake. They go to the beach, to the spot she shares with him, nonetheless, and on the night she was supposed to go on a date with him to that very spot with him as well. She seemed to have forgotten that this night is the fifth year she has been with the boy who loves her with all his heart.
Heated kisses and wandering hands is the sight he sees as he walks to meet her there, like they agreed upon.
He is hopeful it isn't her, that it was just a daughter of Eros or Aphrodite.
"I love you, Jason."
"As I love you, Annabeth. Forever and always."
Sea green eyes swirl like the deepest depths of the ocean in his pain and agony, his fists clench until his knuckles are white, and he is still holding the box with the ring in it in his right hand.
She seemed to have forgotten that she was supposed to love him, not the boy she was kissing. She was supposed to love and be loyal to Perseus Jackson.
Percy stays silent though. He backs away slowly, then turns and walks back to the main part of the Camp. He walks with his head held high, his back stiff, his hands clenched at his sides, and with long strides. When the Campers see him, they know that he found the two together, and they stay away from him. When Percy her enters the cabin, her siblings nod to him sadly and walk out. The last one to walk out is her favorite brother, Malcolm.
"I'm sorry." Malcolm murmurs right before he walks through the door.
Percy stays silent and moves to the darkest corner of the room.
He waits for her to return.
She returns an hour later, a peaceful smile on her face. She falls back onto her bed and lets out a happy sigh.
"Have fun?" he asks from his corner.
She tenses and sits up.
He pushes off the wall he is leaning on and walks towards her.
"Did you have fun on your date?" he asks, a cold edge to his voice.
She stays silent.
He lets out a bitter laugh. He walks closer and crouches down, his lips almost touching hers.
"Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?" he asks, his cool breath hitting her face.
She flinches at his words.
He smirks sadistically and continues.
"Then think of what you did, and how I hope to the gods he was worth it. "
He stands up and looks down at her. She can see he's hurt and broken over this. As if his second fall into Tartarus hadn't damaged him enough.
"Do you know what today's date is?" he asks.
She shakes her head slowly, still unable to talk.
"The eighteenth of August."
Her eyes widen.
"Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!" he sings quietly.
He bends down again, and whispers in her ear.
"Happy anniversary."
She holds back a sob.
"Yep, our fifth anniversary!" he exclaims, a huge grin on his face.
He almost looks excited, but she knows it's fake. He looks as if he is about to say something else, but then changes his mind. His grin falls off his face, and he drops the mask he put on. She can truly see how much she hurt him.
She wishes she regretted the affair.
"Did you ever love me?" he asks.
"I-I did." she whispers, finally able to talk.
"Then why did you do this to me?" he asks, anguish in his voice.
"I-I'm sorry." she murmurs.
He stays silent for a minute and just stares into her eyes that are filled with tears.
"But you're not."
She lets out another choked sob.
"I'm not as blind and deaf as everybody thought, you know? I could see it. I saw that something was up, that something was going on with you two. But love makes you a fool."
He stares at her again.
"Goodbye." he says and turns towards the door.
"Percy, wait!" she exclaims, jumping up and grabbing his wrist.
She wants to apologize, take it all back, and everything will be normal again between them.
But that will never happen.
He gently takes her fingers from his wrist and walks out the door, not once looking back.
The next morning she hopes to see Percy at breakfast. Jason is oblivious to the fact that Percy found out.
Percy never shows up.
Later that evening, she walks up to Cabin Three's door and knocks.
No answer.
She opens the door. The cabin is dark and silent. Percy's bed doesn't look slept in.
She walks in, and finds a small box on his desk with a letter next to it.
The letter is only seven words.
You were the crack to my cocaine.
She gulps and blinks back tears.
She looks to the box and her stomach drops, hoping it is not what she believes it to be.
With shaky hands, she reaches towards the box. She holds it in her hand and gently rubs the grey velvet lid with her thumb. She flicks the box open.
She lets out a gasp.
A ring. A beautiful ring. The ring is made of a mix of yellow and white imperial gold and celestial bronze, it has a white diamond with a storm-grey tint in the center, and the diamond is surrounded sea-green emeralds.
An engagement ring.
Percy was going to propose.
She puts the ring on her left hand ring finger and falls to the floor, sobbing.
He was going to propose.
She sleeps on his cabin floor that night.
The next afternoon, an Iris Message appears in the middle of lunch.
Nobody knows who it is from.
It shows a newscast. Everybody pays attention to what it says.
"Now, onto our latest news. As most of you know, two days ago a young man was in a car accident, a drunk driver hit his car. The young man got out with a crushed leg, broken back, and suffered brain damage from this accident. We just found out that this young man died from heart failure just one hour ago. His name, also recently released, was Perseus Jackson, though he insisted he be called Percy."
Wailing and sobs fill the dining pavilion, even Dionysus has tears trailing down his face.
Everybody continues to watch the Iris Message.
"His mother and stepfather are currently being left alone so that they can mourn in peace, but they wish to say your condolences are deeply appreciated."
The campers continue sobbing, some shooting glares at Jason and Annabeth, Jason who seems to have gotten the hint as to what happened to Percy.
He searches for Annabeth's eyes, but she refuses to look at him, and he can understand why.
They had practically murdered Percy Jackson.
Years go by, and the two never look at each other again, though Jason craved for the relationship to start again.
Jason loved Annabeth.
Annabeth didn't love Jason.
She never did love Jason, she loved the excitement of the affair.
Because she wasn't only the crack to Percy's cocaine, but he was her crack, too.
But you know what they say, drugs become addictive, and addictions kill.
It was six years after his death, and it would've been their eleventh anniversary.
Annabeth Chase was driving to Montauk Beach by herself.
A drunk driver hit her, and she died on impact, no need to suffer like he did.
When she entered Elsyium, she saw him waiting for her.
He smiled at her and she could feel her heart melt.
He kissed her, and it was harsh and passionate.
Once they pulled away, he whispered something in her ear.
"Baby, you're the crack to my cocaine, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Yes, I finally wrote a Percabeth, though it is very angsty. I know I promised to update, but I've been having a very hard time lately and I've had a lot of stuff come up. I hope you guys liked this one-shot and it wasn't too confusing. Thank you for reading! ~NikiD1233