"If there's one thing that I've learnt in my life, it's that people will only end up disappointing you."
"But sometimes they could surprise you for the better too."
"And who would 'they' be? I have no-one left."
"You have me."
She was not one to linger on dreams.
He believed them to be a sort of escape.
She often struggled with the concept of love.
He did as well.
She thought one had a choice between either loving someone or hating them.
He was torn between disagreeing with her and deciding against it.
She wanted to leave a mark on the world.
He wanted to move on.
She hated him for making her fall in love.
He hated her for the exact same reason.
If the world followed any sort of logic at all, Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson would have been born and destined—as Thalia Grace so eloquently put it—to follow their parents footsteps and hate each other with a mutual burning passion. But as this was not the case, the two formed something even better. Something unimaginable, unthinkable, so inconceivable, that no-one but the most perceptive few could have seen it coming, and it was of course, the predictable cliché known as love.
And so begins the story of how he and she came to meet, fight, and most importantly, fall in love (because really, what kind of story would this be without a happy ending?). And it all started on a certain Wednesday of September 20th, 2010, at precisely 11:02am on the dot when Percy Jackson was late for English class.