I always thought love at first sight was utter crap.

Romeo and Juliet. Idiots.

Romance? Please.

And don't get me started on Valentines day.

But, I thought I knew what love was. Daughter of Wisdom, I'm not stupid. The floppy feeling in my stomach and the numbness of my brain. I'd read the books. It knew what I felt when I looked at Luke. Well, it was what I felt, until he turned mental-evil-crazy.

Okay, so I still cared about him. Whatever.

And I thought I knew what love wasn't. The clench in my stomach and the steeling of my brain. Crystal clarity. Absolute annoyance. Oh look, it's Percy Jackson.

Despite what every lovely love gossiper (thanks Aphrodite.) had to say, I was absolutely the opposite of in love with Percy. Definitely. Without a doubt.

Probably.

Love was for stupid girls with too much time on their hands. I'm smart and busy. All I don't need is love.

Boom. A moment. A change of heart. A change of mind.

And it came on with a change of body.

What's the seaweed brain done? And who was the idiot who left him on his own? Oh yeah, me.

The shock when you miss a stair, the wild falling. The heart racing and the alarm b

ells ringing. This isn't a joke. Where's Percy, where's Percy?

Eyes a spotlight sweeping the room. Not funny, not funny.

What has she done with Percy?

A guinea pig.

Play it cool, (work faster brain), stay calm, (got a plan yet?), deep breaths (got it.)

Distract and doing something crazy and life threatening. My favourite.

Flaws, mistakes in my plan. I'm a perfectionist!

Except...no time for thinking things through, Percy's in trouble! Tip the whole bottle of vitamins in and pray like crazy.

Percy! Guy form! Looking a hundred times more attractive than the other guinea pig/men.

Escaping should be the hard part, but I feel like I can fly. I can't figure out why until we're on the boat. Percy calmly conducting the boat as if he was born to do it. Oh yeah, he kinda was.

And I hug him, voluntarily.

It'll be the shock. The thought of losing him pushed me into it.

He smells of a day at the beach. Sunscreen and salt and warm. His hair tickles like the softest feathers. My heart is struggling to stay in my body.

I have to push him away. I know what this feeling means but it's just the heat or the stress or.. or.. love? No. Not Percy Jackson. I hate his guts. I hate his guts. I hate his guts. Don't I?

Before I push him away I whisper in his ear

"I'm glad you're not a guinea pig."

Because it's true. And that's all. Just relief.

I'm too young to fall in love.

The problem is, when your heart goes boom, there isn't much you can do.

A/N What made me decide to write this at one in the morning? Anyway, hope you liked, sorry if you didn't. Review either way :)