A/N: Hey people!! Im writing again!!! This is a fanfic about Rachel. Don't worry it is Percabeth… Anyways, enjoy! The dresses and Percy's tux are on my profile page.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO and certainly don't own miss Lesley Gore's "Its my party"

Soundtrack: It's my party by Lesley Gore.

Rachel POV

Today was my 16th birthday, I was having a party and inviting Percy. And Annabeth. I hated inviting her, but today I would make a move on Percy and I wanted her to know that Percy is MINE.

Anyway, I ate breakfast, took a shower and waited for the make-up lady to come. My mom was forcing me to do this. I mean, yeah I wanted to look nice but, I don't like to wear make-up and stuff like that.

Sighing, I went to sit. The make-up lady had arrived. I was bored and I wanted to paint something, preferably Percy and me together. I focused on that happy place and waited until the make-up lady was finished.

Some hours passed and it was time for the party. Everything was traditional, the father-daughter dance, the grand entrance.

My dress was emerald green and it accentuated my red hair. It was long and one-shouldered.

I entered the party from a little elevator below the floor. While it was rising, the room filled with smoke. As I came out, I saw Percy - gorgeous as usual- smiling at me while clapping politely. That girl, Annabeth was standing at his side looking bored.

I did my father-daughter dance and went off to find Percy. I wove through the crowd and there he was, standing by a table.

"Hey Percy" Smiling, I hugged him. "Thanks for coming"

"Hey, happy birthday! And, thanks for inviting me"

Thankfully, that blonde witch was nowhere to be seen.

"Wanna dance?"

"Yeah, but I already asked Annabeth. Maybe later?" He said, sheepishly.

"Sure" What the HECK? Why would he ask her to dance? Sha was nothing compared to me! Ugh!

After a few songs, I went looking for Percy. I didn't find him. I got on stage and took hold of the mic.

"Would Percy Jackson please come up?"

Nobody came to the stage. A thought occurred to me. I called Annabeth up, she didn't come either.

I stormed off the stage. Nobody knew where my Percy had gone. But Annabeth left the same time. I was sure of that. I had a weird feeling of hate towards her, anger and sadness all mized up. I sat down on an empty table. Two of my closest friends sat down with me. I cried silent tears while they comforted me.

"Oh honey, don't cry!" Megan said.

"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to."

I spent most of my time like that, crying and angry. At last, when I'd given all hope away, I heard doors opening. I stood up and looked at them. There he was!

I cleaned y tears and was walking towards him when I saw that at his side, was Annabeth and they were holding hands. They looked like a queen and her king. Why the hell was she holding his hand when he's supposed to be mine?

Oh, what a perfect surprise! They were kissing in front of the whole crowd!

I ran to my room before they saw me. I slammed the door close and lay on my bed, sobbing. I yanked at my tiara and threw it on the ground. I sobbed until all went dark. The last thing I remember about that night, was the smiling face of Percy looking at Annabeth.