Ever since Mt. St. Helens, Percy has been thinking positive, not so negative like usual. He did like Annabeth, no, he didn't like her, he loved her. He even tried to tell her one day on half-blood hill… but Argus had to take her away. Sitting on his couch, Percy thought that he did an awesome thing, good thing, bad thing, and good thing all in the same week. He kissed Annabeth: Awesome. Saved her by blowing up Mt. St. Helens: Good. Almost fell in love with Calypso: Bad. But rejected her for Annabeth: Good.
'Man!' Percy thought, 'I'm totally confused.'
But maybe he could correct the wrongs, and make them rights. What if he had a chance, say he did something wonderful for her, and got another chance, then another, then try to correct the wrongs. What if he got one chance, and used that one single, ity-bity, little chance, to do something right. Then in a matter of time, it would all be okay… but what if he didn't get a chance. Or what if he got one, but messed up, what if he accidentally did somthi- 'STOP!' he shouted in his thoughts. He had to think positive. Because, if he wasn't positive, then he would never get a chance.
'And what about Luke?'
Did Annabeth still love that traitor? If so, how much, like a brother? Or more than that. Did Annabeth love Percy? Did she love Luke? Was there even a reason to hope?
There has to be, were talking about Annabeth here! There's always a reason to hope when it's about her. It didn't matter who he was, Percy Jackson or not, there's always a reason to believe. To hope. He loved her so much, he had to hope. He was now in the mind or a dork, hoping one of the popular cheerleaders will fall for him. 'I need to really get a life.' He stated in his mind.
"Dinner, Percy!" his mom shouted from the kitchen.