Hours later, and I was wearing a simple sweater and jeans, feeling royally pissed and sat alone at a table in a cute little coffee shop. It was a bit quaint and twee for my liking, like an illustration out of a children's book.

Seven and a half minutes late, a guy ran in. He had messy raven hair and a similar black mood to mine. He plopped down into the booth and looked at me, noticing I was just as irritable as him. He offered me a tight smile and grimaced, running his fingers through his tousled locks.

"Piper's an asshole." He said to me, shaking his head. I nodded wordlessly.

"Yeah. Try living with her." I responded dryly, pushing my hair behind me.

"Oh, my god." He commented. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, like he was thinking.

We sat in silence for a minute. Talk about awkward. Not even bothering to try and diffuse the tension, I pulled out my phone and began to text but before I could even finish, a hand touched my arm.

"Seriously? You're not even gonna talk to me? You could pretend you're happy to be on a blind date with me, geez. I'm not happy either, princess." He complained angrily.

I felt my temper flaring up. "Princess?! Look mister, I have 101 things I could be doing right now, like, I don't know, revising so that I can pass my damn test that is in two days time!" I yelled at him. "I am gonna have to kill Piper for setting me up with an asshole."

The guy snorted and crossed his arms, turning away from me. Just as I was about to get up and leave, a girl barely older than fifteen approached our table. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice the general bad mood that I was sure we were both strongly emitting.

"Hi, I'm Tiffany. What would you like to order?" She asked us, smiling. I pulled the corners of my mouth up into something of a smile, so as not to intimidate her.

"I'll have a latte, please," I replied. Tiffany nodded and scribbled on her little notepad, and then turned to the jerk sat opposite me, who glumly ordered a black coffee.

When she left and i was completely sure Jerk-face was ignoring me, I pulled out my phone again and sent the text to Piper.

Me: You jerk. He's a complete and utter asshole, what were you thinking?! :(
Piper: Ohhh...that bad?
Me: That bad.

Tiffany walked back over and put our drinks at the table. I mumbled a thanks that got lost on its way out of my mouth and took a sip. Jerk-face reluctantly turned towards me again to drink his black coffee (like seriously? Who drinks black coffee? Gross.)

"Okay, hear me out." He said, a thoughtful look crossing his face. "I have an idea."

I raised an eyebrow and scoffed. "You can think?"

He scowled at me. "I'm serious. Revenge on Piper."

I chewed on my lip and deliberated. "Go on." I prompted him.

"Well, this, as far as dates go, is a complete train wreck. You hate me, and I hate you."

So much for stating the obvious.

"But what if we pretend to date? Like we go on dates and pretend we're in love so she believes us?"

I started to nod, seeing where he was going with this. "We could have a huge fake breakup too. She'd hate that."

A somewhat malicious grin spread across his face.

"I'll do it," I said, "but this doesn't mean that I like you. We gotta plan this out."

Jerk-face nodded and we began to talk about the plan, with the occasional snide remark thrown in. Before I knew it, it was time to leave.

"Remember," I hissed in his ear. "You just went on the best date ever. We have an instant connection. We're both totally in love."

He kicked me in the shin. "I know!" He hissed back. I elbowed him in the ribs.

"Don't you forget it." I warned, and crossed the street to Piper and I's apartment.


Piper, of course, was waiting for me at the door, looking girlishly excited. I mentally groaned and reminded myself to look in love. How does one pretend to be in love?

This was a terrible idea. She'd know straight away I was faking.

I collapsed down on the couch and Piper followed, sitting next to me.

"Sooooo..." She started. "How was it?"

I steeled myself. "It was..." I could already feel my pride slipping. "Amazing."

My voice came out dreamy and I hoped my face looked something like lovesick. I knew Piper wouldn't buy it, but it was definitely worth a shot.

I heard a squeal and saw Piper grinning, and the next thing I knew she was hugging me so hard I could barely breathe. After choking about how she was suffocating me, she jumped off and allowed me to retreat to the bedroom.

I let out a sigh and groaned as my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Unknown number: Got ur # off Piper. Forgot to ask ur name. I'm Percy
Me: It's Annabeth.

He text me again, but this time I didn't reply.

I saved the number into my contacts. If Piper came snooping, she wouldn't find him under P. He'd be under J. J for Jerk-face.


Ooh a love hate relationship. Literally.

I am such a terrible human being.

Goodbye.

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