Hey people. This is my first fanfiction! Hope you guys like it! This is inspired by a song by Taylor Swift called Begin Again.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Percy Jackson series or the characters. Rick Riordan does.

Hurt and confusion. That's all I've been feeling for the past eight months. When I go to sleep when I wake up. It's always there. I just can't leave the past in the past. I mean who could ever forget such hateful words. I'm now 20 years old and I can still remember every nasty thing he's ever said to me and that was eight months ago. You know what it's best not to think about it. I need to leave the past where it belongs. I didn't even LIKE him. Oh, you probably don't know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about Puke. I mean Luke my ex-boyfriend. If you could even call him that. Here's how it all started…

Flashback

"So Annabeth will you go out with me?" Luke asked while standing on top of the cafeteria table with the whole school watching.

"Oh crap" I thought as Luke and the rest of my school waited for my answer.

The "popular" girls were all glaring at me, but now that I think of it when were they not. I'm classified as a nerd here at school, but that doesn't mean I fit completely into the category. I mean with the straight A's, my head always stuck in some book, answering most of the questions in class, and being valedictorian I get how I'm a nerd in that sense and I embrace it. However when it comes to my appearances and my mouth I am the farthest thing from a nerd.

I have long curly blonde hair that refuses to be tamed and freakishly grey eyes that I wish I could trade for some normal ones. They just look so dull and lifeless. Sounds creepy right? Well, they are. Anyway, my mouth has gotten me in and out of trouble with the populars on more than one occasion. Sadly my mouth couldn't get me out of this situation.

I mean how do you reject a guy in front of the whole school? Especially, when he is the guy of everyone's dreams. Except mine. Luke is the typical jock. He has blonde hair and blue eyes that makes all the girls swoon about. Once again everyone except me. All the girls want him and all the boys want to be him. And once again ladies and gentlemen this rule applies to everyone except….guess who …..ME!

"Gosh I feel like I'm going to throw up" I thought. As I mumbled the dreaded word

"Yes"