A/N: For Conner…the sophomore that I've fallen hard and fast for. Wish me luck in telling him how I feel fifteen minutes from now.
Annabeth POV
There's that feeling. The one that has the butterflies in your stomach, the blush on your face, the one that makes you want to run. I love that feeling. It's the best part of my day.
See I'm a freshman now. I've been in school…what…four weeks now and there's someone I like. Let's just say that I've fallen hard and fast. Everyday I wake up and am dying to get out my front door to see that boy. On the long weekends or days that I hardly see him…I feel like dying.
For the past two weeks I've craved every moment that I see him. I see him in the morning for an hour tops and then at the end of the day for maybe twenty minutes. The thing is he's allegedly dating this total bitch. How am I supposed to know if he is or isn't…he should tell me that's why.
That's why this morning during my Biology Honors test I decided to tell him how I feel…instead of concentrating on questions about the Biosphere. During English I wrote a note to my best friend who knew how I felt about him. She approved my decision to tell him.
We got on the bus and I waited for him to come on. Here's the catch: he didn't get on today. That wonderful butterfly feeling was gone. In its place was sadness and unhappiness. All day I waited for that moment where I would tell him how I felt about him and maybe just maybe he'd like me back. She shot me an apologetic look and I cranked up my iPod to drown out the noise. I got to my block five minutes later. I climbed off the bus and told my best friend that I'd meet her in at five.
On my way home I decided that I'd go to his house, knock on the door, and tell him. After all he is my best friend. That's right as of right now 4:24 P.M. on September 11, 2009 I am going to walk to Percy Jackson's house and tell him that I love him. Wish me luck.