Author's Note: I am on a freaking Percy-Wicked role. First, It started at 150 things I'm not allowed to do at Camp Half-blood. Then, I took Popular and used for Silena and Clarisse. Now, It's I'm not that Girl with Rachel. Next I'll do… What is this feeling, and No One Mourns the Wicked. Maybe I'll do a Jasper-Percabeth collaboration with As Long As You're Mine. The Idea came from a reviewer of one of my other stories: OverActive- Imaginative94
Percy Jackson, and the Olympians: I'm Not that Girl
There was a sudden silence washed over an anticipated crowd keeping a endearing vigil over Percy and Annabeth, holding hands on Fireworks beach. Their eyes were locked with each others, green and grey, the heat rising in Annabeth's face was clearly visible. It almost looked as if her heart was going to pump out of her chest.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.
Yet among that quiet, excited crowd lied Rachel Elizabeth Dare… The Oracle… A maiden for eternity… forbidden to love…
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Yet, the way she felt around Percy, the all too familiar exhilaration. The feel of his lips against hers… his eyes… his soft voice… All the things she would ever miss… All the things… she could never have… She couldn't have him… she never would…
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
What could have been? What might of happened? If she had him… If she were in his arms… Yet that thinking of those things never could help the emptiness she felt inside her when the world crapped on her shoulders. But in the end came Percy to chose Annabeth…Annabeth over immortality… Annabeth over her… He was always Annabeth's from the very start… Rachel had to come to accept that… she wasn't Annabeth…
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...
But it was the way he looked at her; The sudden glossiness of his eyes, the warm feeling, the softness, the stars that twinkled in it as he looked at her, Annabeth. His one, and only, The love of his life. That's the girl he chose, and Rachel wasn't that girl.
Yet… She… Rachel was born to be the oracle from the very start. It was her destiny, her reason for living. It was who she was. It's what she chose.
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...
Author's Notes: I write this in hope that the PJO fan base will hate Rachel less.
