Losing Him Before My Eyes

Chapter 1

By: TheBluGoo21

A/N: Hi guys this is a rewrite of Losing Him Before My Eyes. I'm leaving the old story on as a reference for me but it will stay discontinued. I am however going to make a few larger changes to the plot and make it so Annabeth has a chance with Percy this time too.

Any advice for the story would be great!

Now on with the story...

ENJOY and plz REVIEW! :)

Amanda POV

I sighed with content, leaning into my fiancé. I giggled, fiancé. What a wonderful word to say.

"What's so funny?" My boyfriend, no, fiancé, asked.

Helping myself to some of his blue chocolate chip cookies, I turned around, "Nothing. Just this."

I twirled the silver ring. Silver wrapped around a gem, the color of my fiancées eyes.

He smiled and pulled me in closer, "I love you, "

"I love you more."

His grip loosened and he gave me a clueless look, "Who are you talking to Amanda? I was talking to the cookies!"

"Wow..." Percy is by far the sweetest guy I've met, but somehow he always ruins any moment that could possibly be romantic. Well almost every moment.

Percy's head perked up, seeming to realize he said the wrong thing.

As I moved to get up, he made those adorable baby seal eyes and I had to internally struggle to get up.

He pouted, seeing that his secret weapon wasn't working and tried even harder.

I just laughed and pushed him away, "I'm NOT falling for that this time!"

You must be wondering how I meet the great Perseus Jackson. And who I am. Well let me tell you what happened.

Amanda POV (continued)

It was a pretty normal day so far. The key words being 'so far'.

Rachel Dare had invited me over to a party. A party that went from 8pm all the way till noon the next day. It was supposed to be the most epic party of the year.

I have barely any experience with parties. I get invited to them all the time, but my dad never lets me out of the house past nine. Sad right? I'm positive that my parents went to countless parties as high schoolers, but no matter what I say my dad refuses.

I have a social life, and people usually like me because I am popular. Being popular makes people feel great, but if I could choose, I would rather have so many other things than be popular and admired. I would give up every precious thing in my life to have my mother back.

In high school you have to be late to parties. It's a rule called being fashionably late.

I'm early though, I have to be because Rachel is helping me with my hair and makeup. In return I'm helping with decorations. If you're hosting that's the one exception to the rule.

With one final tug, Rachel is finished twisting of curled locks of hair above my head into a crown. I grit my teeth while she pulls my hair too hard, while playing with the short sea green and gold dress. The skirt flares out, and the top is held up by the straps wrapped around the my neck.

"Done!" She stepped back to admire her work, "Wait, one more thing."

She pulled two strands off hair from the braids, letting them dangle on each side of my face.

Rachel pushed me to the nearest mirror. "Wow." I gasped, the stranger in the mirror dropping her jaw too.

It was me though, somehow she was me. I had small waves in my black hair, calm like the ocean. The girl in the mirror has curled, styled hair. I could spend hours going on about how she isn't like me. She's nothing like me, that's for sure.

The only familiar thing is my wide brown eyes. They have a hint of crimson and gold swirling around in them. I wish I was this beautiful all the time.

Flash forward about three hours and I'm the life of the party. Just kidding, I'm that person awkwardly standing in the corner.

Is this really what "epic" parties are like?

Strobe lights burn my eyes, and I blindly stumble past hanging streamers. It doesn't help that I'm wearing thin gold heels.

Teenage girls and boys grind to the music. It's the only way across, but I don't want to get close to the mass of drunk people. I'll never mention this to anyone but the idea of being drunk scares me. After my mother passed away, my father poured all his sadness and bitter feelings into alcohol.

You never know the true horrors of what alcohol makes you do until you see it change someone you love.

Gingerly I start to make my way across the floor. High schoolers shove me into other people and it becomes a dance of some sort. Shove-trip-bump-spin-shove-trip-bump.

Most of the student population is drunk by around 10. I'm not a fortune teller, but I can predict that soon there will only be drunk brainless zombies running the party. I wonder where Rachel is. Maybe I should find her...

I know that the whole school came, anyone who didn't would be crazy not to. I probably missed people though as the Dare's mansion was so big you just might need a map to find your way to the bathroom.

"Hi, hey, hello, oh you look great, nice to see you, hi!" What am I even doing? It's not like anyone will remember they saw me in the morning.

Some nodded back, others exchange brief sentences with me.

I take a sip of some weirdly colored drink absentmindedly. But the burning sensation of alcohol is in my throat, and I set the cup down. I should be more careful, even water is drugged at parties nowadays.

After a while it becomes too much. More people stream into the party, and the music is blaring.

Feet stampede the floor and the air is thick with the unpleasant scent of people and beer.

I need to escape, I need to get out of here.

Pushing my way through the maze of people is a challenge but I make it to the back of the house before I know it.

And suddenly I can breath again. The wind blows softly against my skin and I smell something pleasant that makes me feel calm.

Ivy covers the fence around the backyard and birch trees hold families of birds. I reach out to pick a blackberry, illuminated by the moon's light.

In the middle of it all is a marble bench below the starry night sky. My eyelids slip over my eyes and I feel myself relax.

I don't know how long I sat there, minutes, hours, before a voice jolted me out of my revoir.

"How long can you sit like that?" A boy, from the sound of it, asked. I opened one eye, curious, and jumped back, surprised by the sea green eye not five inches from mine.

The problem was, there was no backing on the bench, and by jumping back, I fell right off.

Maybe I expected to be caught in the embrace the stranger, but I felt my butt hit the hard packed dirt below.

I gritted my teeth and tried to push myself up, but my head throbbed too much.

The boy smirk disappeared and a look of panic appeared. He stuck his hand out for me, "I-sor-um-I!" He stuttered, "Let me help you!"

As he helped me up I could've sworn he muttered something like, "Its always mortals!"

That's when I felt the liquid trickling down my scalp. I lifted my hand to it and gasped when it came back red.

The boy cursed in some language I couldn't understand and picked me up.

My body bounced a bit in his arms as he ran and I could hear yelling.

I trembled and fear coursed through my veins, but as I fell unconscious, I couldn't help but feel safe in his arms.

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- TheBluGoo21