This is a quick one-shot on Annabeth's perspective in the BotL, about Rachel and Percy and everything… just to let you know, I love Annabeth AND Rachel, so I am not one obsessed "Percabeth" or "Perchel" fan girl, k? :D Good… now plz enjoy AND REVIEW!!!

I watched her intently. Even when she was scared to death and serious she looked beautiful. She had long, flowing strawberry-red hair that gleamed in the dark depths of the labyrinth, and her bright green eyes seemed to light up the whole room. She was so artistic and creative, and really seemed worried about Percy. It made me want to puke.

Rachel wore no makeup and yet she looked beautiful, almost as if she was a goddess herself. And when I saw her and Percy, their perfect chemistry, well, no girl could compete with that. And the way his sea green eyes looked at her, the way he almost seemed to, love her with his eyes—well, that was when I knew the truth.

Of course, whenever he looked at me, my throat got all dry and my heart pounded so fast that I just snapped out a dry or sarcastic remark. She however, had a perky, nice and playful tease as her response. But Percy—whenever he looked at me, I felt like he could look right through me.

"You're jealous of her," Tyson said to me, a little after. "She is very pretty."

"I am not jealous," I scowled, and silently cringed at the own harshness of my voice. Is that how I talked to Percy? I listened to Rachel's laugh, the sound like a soft, tinkling bell, and I wondered—how could I compete with that?

And Rachel could talk to him about anything, and he could talk to her about anything. My conversations with Percy were restricted to Kronos, the gods, and maybe sometimes a bit about our family. But that was it. Whenever he mentioned—Luke, I'd shut myself in this silent state, and leave him be.

But… I wondered what would've happened if Rachel hadn't been there… would Percy and I have… connected…? I, being the daughter of the goddess of wisdom knew we wouldn't even be able to make it through the labyrinth alive without her, or we would have needed to find the string, but maybe, just maybe… would he have looked at me differently—like the way he looks at her?

I was so close… just so close to knowing him, to understanding him, then carrot-top came, and I lost all control of that, and my life suddenly spun in a wild tornado of emotions. And I think that's why I loathed her the most. Because of her, I lost my chance at love.

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