AN: Hey! So, my uh, second PJO drabble thing. Ha. I really don't have much else then that to say. Hope you guys like. :)

Disclaimer: Je ne possede rien. (I own nothing.) :)

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Jealous? No way. I, Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, was not jealous of a mortal. It just wasn't possible. So what if she was kind of cute? So what if she was able to lead us through this stupid maze, even when I couldn't? So what if she'd saved Percy's life a couple times? I'd saved his life before too. Plus I'd known him longer. Besides, there really was no reason to be jealous. I didn't like Percy. Not that way anyway. The raging jealousy and anger I got every time I so much as looked at Rachel Elizabeth Dare told me different.

"Annabeth?" I heard Percy whisper. I thanked the gods that I'd had enough sense to sleep with my back to him, so I could pretend to be asleep. I heard him sigh behind me, then heard some shuffling as he tried to get comfortable, and in this place, that was a lot harder than it should be. For a couple hours, I tried to get to sleep, without any success, before Percy came over to wake me for my turn to guard. He opened his mouth as if he was going to try to talk, then stopped. Part of me was happy, but part of me was disappointed. I waited until he fell asleep to start thinking.

I couldn't help but notice how close Percy was to Rachel. The fact that it was subconscious made it even worse. What if he was falling for her? It didn't take very long at all to fall for someone. If I was being honest, I'd fallen for Percy when he agreed to let me go with him on our first quest. But I wasn't being honest, because as far as I was willing to accept, I did not like Percy as more than a friend. It didn't matter if I did anyway, he liked Rachel. I was sure of it.

He couldn't be blamed, I guess. As I'd admitted multiple times before, she was cute. Heck, she was more than just cute, she was gorgeous. Her curly hair seemed to never get out of control, and it was a deep red color. She wasn't self conscious, which was obvious with the way she dressed. She also didn't have a fatal flaw. Not one that was obvious anyway. Compared to me, with my unruly curls, my blonde hair that was almost white and my pride. My stupid, ugly pride. It had almost gotten Percy and I killed, multiple times. I didn't want to think of how many more times it would put us in that same position in the future.

I continued to watch them both sleep. They both looked so peaceful, so happy. Looking at them, I couldn't help but thinking that they didn't really need me. Percy could defend Rachel, he proved that by killing that Cyclops guy. Rachel had been proving over and over that she could find her way around the labyrinth. All I was here for, was to lead this quest, but I could barely do that. I hadn't wanted Rachel here. She really was amazing. Her and Percy looked good together too. It made me want to cry, how perfect they'd both be together. But I wasn't jealous, I thought, wiping a tear away. I wasn't.