Okay, so this story is going to be mostly in Annabeth's POV (unless I say otherwise) :) I'm only going to continue it if I get more than 10 follows :P so... enjoy :D and please, review if you like it; it makes my day!

~Chapter 1~

I walk into school, leaning against my locker. My hand instinctively touches the ring on my right hand; a promise ring. A promise for a future, to be friends forever. I quickly do my locker combination, the lock clicking open. A rough hand covers my eyes, speaking while they do so.

"Guess who?" I smile, closing my eyes briefly. I turn slowly to face him. To face Luke. His eyes light up as we smile at each other. He takes in what I'm wearing; a light grey tank top with dark denim short shorts. The top may be a bit lower than to my liking, and the shorts a bit too short, but Luke had made it clear that if I wanted to be his girlfriend, there were certain criteria I had to follow.

"Luke," I look down at my outfit, then look up and smile wider, but it feels fake. I can tell the smile doesn't reach my eyes, but Luke doesn't notice; he's too busy looking at the small amount of cleavage my singlet shows and the amount of skin showing on my long legs. I don't like the feeling, but I couldn't help it; if this is what I have to do to be with Luke, so be it. I liked it at first: being the center of attention, having him look at me the way he does, but now I can see the true meaning in his eyes; he doesn't care one bit about me, just my body. But I can't stand up to him, or any of his friends; that would mean getting hurt again.

"Hey Annie," I flinch at the name, but not enough for him to care, "are you ready for our date tonight?" Of course, how could I have forgotten? He had been pestering about the date we were going on for weeks now. As if I could forget; he had forced me into it, to show that we were, and I quote, 'sill in love.' I don't know who my 'love' is, but it's not Luke. I'm assuming that as soon as my future partner and I meet, I'll know.

"Of course I am. How could I ever forget?" I answer smoothly, avoiding his steady gaze as I search the hallways. There he is, with his trademark black hair. I look back at Luke quickly, before his striking sea green eyes can transport me to another world of dreams.

Luke smiles and kisses me passionately. I break away from it, and I see fury flash in his eyes. No-one, and I mean no-one ever breaks away from Luke's kisses first. He has to be the one to do it. It's part of his criteria; he always makes the first move, he always decides how many bases you hit, and he always has to be the one who breaks up with the girl, not vice-versa. That is what's preventing me from breaking up with him, breaking free from the control he has over my life. He might seem nice on the outside, but the inside is completely the opposite.

In all my life, I have always had something influencing me in a way I don't like. First it was my Step-mom. Then, when I entered high school, she stopped interfering. I had liked the independence at first, but with time, it grew old. I've been going out with Luke for one and a half years now, and during that time, he cheated on me several times, made out with other girls, had many friends-with-benefits deals. I might not like to admit it, but he changed me in ways I will never be able to forgive him for. I might be able to be fixed, but it will take time and effort. I know I'm not capable of doing it myself. I need someone to help me; someone who won't cheat, who won't have the look of lust in his eyes whenever he looks at me or any other girl with a lot of skin showing. I need someone to hold me fast, and to support me, not to break me into tiny pieces. When I find that someone, I know my journey will be complete, and I know that I will be happy. I will have found someone who I can depend on, someone who I will want to spend the rest of my life with, not someone who wants me only for my body, then brushes me away the second it gets too awkward or intimate for him.

Luke breaks my train of thoughts; and it's probably a good thing too, because my thoughts can get very intense at times; sometimes it's almost too much to deal with. He speaks, the anger evident in his voice, "Annie..." the tone he uses scares me, and I shrink back into my locker. He's surrounding me; my body is being squeezed in between my locker and his body, and his eyes are cold with hatred. I try not to flinch. "You know the rules." And with that, he's gone; white-blonde hair disappearing into the sea of people. I see some bright green eyes looking at me carefully, watching what I'm going to do next. My stomach flips. I breathe in deeply, then out again to calm me down. It seems to work, if only a little. I turn back to my locker and grab my books for Period 1: English. Fantastic. The one period I have none of my friends in. Although, you have to work hard in English, and it doesn't really make a difference because Percy's in my class, so I can keep an eye on him once I've finished my work.

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English was over, at last. We have four periods a day, 80 minutes each, which is longer than most schools, so it's horrible. But it was lunch now, so I could finally take a break. Before I could escape his wrath, Luke walked arrogantly up to me, trying to catch my mouth in a kiss, but just before our lips touched, I turned my cheek to the side so he kissed my cheek instead. He ignored it, unlike this morning, but latched his fingers around my wrist and dragged me to his table of idiots. I rubbed my wrist, already feeling the bruise that was forming.

"Hey! It's Annie!" The table of idiots greet me, obviously drunk. I smile tentatively at them. Luke beams at me, his eyes wondering downwards again. He pulls me towards him and holds my head tight as he kisses me, his lips moving against mine. It doesn't seem right; the butterflies I used to get in my stomach when he first kissed me were long gone, replaced by a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I tried to pull away from him, but his hands were on the back of my head, pushing me towards him. I could see his friends almost drooling at me; they obviously thought we were in love, and were wishing they could be in Luke's place. Never again will I make such a mistake that will change me so much. That will ruin my life.

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~Blythe Taylor~