Hey guys! Been awhile huh? Yup…I've been up to…nothing really. Ugh. A thousand apologies! BUT. I'm up and running, and I'm writing angst! Big surprise.
Anywho. I'm sticking to one-shots for awhile till I get my mojo back(and manage to write something other than depressing subjects….)
Enjoy!
~I don't own.
Percy knew he couldn't beat Clarisse in wrestling, but he still felt embarrassed by the fact that he had been knocked to the ground by a girl.
"Get up punk," Clarisse said as she stuck a hand out to help him, "you look pathetic."
Percy pulled himself up, ignoring her hand.
He had to ignore moves like that, because he noticed every one of them.
He notices all the small things about her; the way her eyes light up when she talks about new battle tactics, or how much more feminine she looks when she bothers to put on makeup (it's just mascara, really), and he notices how much more he notices her.
But what really gets his attention is when she treats him nicely, like she is now.
First, let's clarify. Nice for Clarisse is like Annabeth in a sour mood.
But Percy can't help but respect her for that. She looks out for herself first and foremost, and Percy understands.
But it still makes his heart beat a little faster when she says "Nice job today kid." and when she bumps into him it makes his whole body tingle.
He leaves the arena in a bad mood, as he usually does when he's with Clarisse.
It'd be suicide to tell her how he feels. Because, let's face it, she's never felt that way about him, and Percy knows this.
So, instead, he settles. He watches on the sidelines as Clarisse and Chris grow closer and he accepts Annabeth's advances. She never let's on.
He doesn't think it's that bad. He's content with Annabeth and as long as he stays away from a certain daughter of Ares, he knows he'll get through it.
