AN: This us my first ever fanfic so I hope you will like it. I am always welcome to constructive criticism, however I will not act upon any flamers wishes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson and the Olympians.
Percy POV
I was strolling along the beach, in Camp Half-Blood, without a care in the world. I was determined to put the rumours to rest, I was not dishonest and was not untrustworthy. I am Percy Jackson, the boy who literally went to hell to save the one he loved. I saw two figures emerging from the haze of dusk, two figures kissing seemingly with no care as to who saw them. One of the figures came into focus, as I continued to amble forwards. The figure, who was decidedly male, resembled my horrible half-brother, Jack. Jack was a few years younger than me and had gained enough popularity to be on a par with me. All by spreading the rumours about me being dishonest and disloyal to Annabeth. I stopped dead in my tracks, hoping that my eyes deceived me, and that the second figure wasn't a certain daughter of Athena, and cabin leader of the Athena Cabin. My eyes were not lying though, and as much as I hated the thought, the second figure was Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and battle strategy.