Warning: vulgar language lol for the sake of character development.

Rick owns all the characters except for obvious ones that belong to me. I own the plot and etc.

Sometimes Things End Right

Chapter 2

Percy

The usual Hollywood traffic beeped and whirled around me.

Actually, let me rephrase- the traffic whirled around the car I sat in. Grandma sat in the front passenger's seat where she rattled on and on about basically her entire life story to my chauffer. I looked down at my phone, staring at a text.

It was short and simple.

Dinner at 6?

Though it looked like a question, I knew what it really meant. It meant dinner at six, be there.

I sighed and leaned back into my car seat. I closed my eyes and thought of my girlfriend.

I thought of how demanding she seemed to be. Before we were having so many problems, it used to be so easy. It was happy, and fun, and we were insane about each other.

Now all she did was make me go insane on her.

Our fights were beginning to get uglier and uglier, and each time we both walked away without resolving anything at all. It was frustrating, but I knew that I didn't want to let her go.

But why?

My thoughts shifted to the girl from the plane. Why hadn't I asked her for her name? I could really slap myself. What kind of idiot has a perfect kiss with a girl and never even bother to ask her name?

My God, the girl was crazy interesting. I smirked to myself when I thought of the look on her face after she spilt her soda everywhere.

I was so mad. Of course, I was on the phone with a barking girlfriend panicking about some family issue or whatever, and if I hadn't been so worked up over that, maybe I wouldn't have been such a jerk.

I wondered what her name was. She definitely didn't look like she'd have an ordinary name. Her hair spun out in all directions, and curls bounced all around her shoulders. She had freckles sprinkled across her nose as if she had been personally kissed by the sun. There was no way this girl could be named something simple, like "Sarah" or "Jane."

The car drove on as I reminisced about the girl's lips; the way she felt pressed up against me as we kissed, and the way she kind of sighed when I slipped my tongue into her mouth kept my mind busy.

Before I knew it the car was gliding to a stop in front of the large gates belonging to my girlfriend.

Girlfriend? Ex-girlfriend?

What was she, anyway?

My driver hit in the code he probably had memorized by now, and the gates glided open. Grandma continued rambling on about the new nursing home she would be moving into this weekend.

If she was my girlfriend, why had I kissed the girl on the plane? And if she was my ex-girlfriend, why was I bending to her will so easily? Why was I doing exactly as she told me to do?

I checked my watch. It was about thirty minutes until I even had to be at her house for dinner. I sighed and slipped my phone into my pocket, deciding to put the thoughts of the girl from the plane to rest.

It would do no good to keep reminiscing. I wouldn't see her again, and she had her own life to get back to if I could, anyway. Besides, I still had a girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?) to work things out with.

"Grandma, you'll be okay until I get home tonight?" I asked, leaning over the center console to see her face. She smiled at me, her brown eyes twinkling. I smiled back instantly- she looked just like my mother. Her dark curls were almost completely grey, and shined with white and silver strands.

"I will," She nodded, "I may even save you a piece of peach cobbler if you don't stay out too late."

"I wouldn't dare," I replied, leaning forward to kiss her cheek. "Help yourself to absolutely anything in the apartment. You still have the key, right?"

"I do," She nodded again with a smile. "Now go, Percy. I will see you tonight."

I climbed out of the back of the car and looked up at the giant white house belonging to my girlfriend. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been at her house… was it a handful of months? Surely it hadn't been a whole year…

As I walked up the front steps, I thought about us. I was in the process of growing in my career currently, with my first major movie production premiering in a few short weeks, and I had begun working on a new project, with a new schedule beginning in the next week. Before all of this, and before my work had really taken off, though, I remembered how… calm things used to be.

My girlfriend and I could see one another as often as we liked, and the only schedule we really had to follow was hers. But once I had my own schedule to go by, we tried desperately to fill in the breaks with each other. I can honestly say, though, that it was incredibly difficult. My body would be screaming for sleep, my mind would completely shut down, and I could tell she was doing the same. We were too busy for each other, and we neglected our own needs in order to be around one another. This usually put us in the worst moods, too, and our time together had a 70% chance of arguments. After we began breaking up and fighting more, the percentage rose to about 92%. When we weren't fighting, we were fucking.

Simple.

So usually when I saw my girlfriend, it was on set in our trailers, or in our dressing rooms, or in some hotel or whatever. Once I bought my own place she would come by for a little bit, but I couldn't even remember the last time she was there, either.

I had just pulled the front door open when it swung open and a blonde head popped out of it.

"Mal," I said, trying to read her expression quickly. What kind of mood was she in today? Was she happy with me? Was she still mad from our last fight? I didn't have much time to analyze her, though, because she yanked my arm and her eyes widened at me.

"You're late," She breathed, her eyebrows scrunching together and her expression looking worried. "She's already here, and I'm freaking out."

I raised my eyebrows, surprised. I noticed then that she was wearing one of my old sweatshirts, the one with the hole in the collar, and she hadn't bothered with any kind of makeup. She also wore her glasses, which I had honestly forgotten she even wore, and a pair of faded, old leggings. She was wearing her "I'm-so-stressed-out-I-can-barely-think-so-do-not-expect-me-to-even-be-able-to-put-an-outfit-together" outfit. She yanked me inside, and I followed her up the giant staircase and up to her room.

"What is going on?" I asked once we were safely inside her bedroom. Instead of answering, though, she shook her head and closed the door behind us. Before I could question her again, she had me pushed against the closed door and her mouth was on mine.

She frantically kissed me, using her hands to pull my neck down to her. She wasn't much shorter than me; she came to about my shoulders, but it was still enough for her to have to stand on her tiptoes to reach me. I put my arms around her, alarmed.

"Mal," I said, pulling away. "What is going on? We need to talk…"

"I don't want to talk about it," She insisted. She pulled her sweatshirt over her head and reached for the waistband of my pants. "Can we just… not talk?"

Part of me wanted to stop her and demand answers from her. A smaller part of me still thought about the girl on the plane, and how we had just been kissing hours before. The biggest part of me, unfortunately, was all for Mal's distraction plan. My gaze flicked down to my pants, and I groaned.

It didn't take long before Mal had tugged me back against her, and the next thing I knew, we were laying horizontally on her giant bed, with her naked and on top of me. I still had my underwear on, but my sweatpants laid in a pile on the floor by the door, along with my t-shirt. I rubbed my hands up and down her smooth legs, over her bottom, and up and down her back as she kissed me.

All thoughts of the girl on the airplane were gone as Mal worked her way down my body, bringing my underwear down with her. Just when it was getting good, and her tongue and lips were working together to bring pleasurable noises from my own mouth, the door to Mal's room banged open.

"Jesus," A female voice said.

"Oh, shit," A guy's voice said, panic in his tone. Mal dove off of me, dragging a pillow with her. I yanked the pillow from under my head out and shoved it over myself.

"What the hell!" Mal screamed from the ground. She sat up, her face blazing red and her eyes wide and alarmed. Her glasses had been knocked off when she fell to the floor on the other side of the bed. She used the pillow to cover her chest.

I turned to the doorway, feeling all the air completely sucked out of my chest once I laid eyes on the owner of the voices.

Matthew, Mal's younger brother, stood with one hand over his eyes, and the other on the doorknob. Next to him stood a girl with curly hair, wide grey eyes, an unbelieving expression, and her arms holding a broken suitcase.

"Oh, shit," I repeated Matthew's statement. Because oh shit was right.

My airplane girl was staring right at me.

Before I could react, though, Mal was screaming.

"Get out!" She screamed, pointing to the door, "What happened to knocking?!"

"I'm sorry," Matthew said, his hand still covering his eyes. I looked at the airplane girl again, feeling my face heat up, but she was avoiding eye contact with me. I felt the sudden urge to throw up. "Dad told me Annabeth was staying here for now… the guest room isn't ready or something…"

"I don't give a rat's ass," Mal hissed, standing up and still using the pillow to cover herself. "Fucking knock next time! I thought we made this agreement months ago, Matt!"

"Sorry," He replied quickly, shutting the door. Before it closed, though, airplane girl's eyes flicked to me. What I saw could've made my heart stop.

Her face held an expression I had seen many times before in Mal's face. She looked furious.

How could I have not known? When I looked back at Mal, I saw all the similarities at once. They had the same eyes, for Pete's sake! Their hair was the exact same color, and they had a few of the same facial expressions. I was an idiot. I could've slapped myself.

"I'm so sorry," Mal climbed back on the bed, crawling towards me. "This freaking sucks."

"No, it's okay," I stood up, dodging Mal as she tried to swing a leg over me, and walked over to pick my clothes up. "It isn't really a good idea, anyway."

"What do you mean?" She scowled and crossed her arms over her chest while I pulled my sweatpants on. I pulled my shirt over my head.

I wondered if I should tell her about the plane girl- did they say her name was Annabeth? I shouldn't have gotten caught up in Mal when she pulled me into her bedroom. I cursed under my breath.

"What is going on with you?" She stood up and pulled my underwear over her legs. "Is it because Matthew barged in here? You didn't act like this the time Bobby found us-,"

"Your sister came in, too," I pointed out. "And, Mal-,"

"Well, that's what she gets for not knocking," Mal rolled her eyes. "Besides, she isn't even going to be staying in here. There's no way she could, I can't share a room with her!"

My mind was racing. I couldn't think straight. "Mal-," I began again, not really knowing where to start. Should I tell her I hooked up with her sister on the airplane?

"Percy, she looks just like me." Mal pulled on my old sweatshirt, "She looks just like our mom. And she's here, and everybody's so… eager to please her. I don't know."

"What?" My mind was still racing. What would Mal do if I told her I had hooked up with Annabeth? I didn't even know they were sisters!

I didn't even think I would ever see her again… yet, I kept having this feeling, like I was panicking, like I had something to go do.

"Dad had this whole plan to take the whole family out to dinner with Annabeth," Mal rolled her eyes, "Then she comes in like, 'I ate at the airport.' It was like she purposely ruined our plans, you know? And Dad wanted to tell her about how he is going to marry Savannah-,"

Mal continued to babble while I scratched the back of my neck and rubbed at my jaw. I realized that the panicky feeling I had was coming from Annabeth. I wanted to- no, I needed to go find her. I needed to explain-,

"-God, Percy, are you even listening?" Mal glared at me. "Where are you?"

"In my head," I muttered.

"Look, if it's about locking the door, I know we talked about it when Bobby found us that time, and I swear I'll do it next time-,"

I shook my head, "No, Mal, it isn't about the door." My voice came out sharper than I had intended. Her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed at me. She crossed her arms tighter over her chest.

"Then what, Percy? Because this is getting kind of old, you know." When I looked at her questioningly, she rolled her eyes. "We never hookup anymore. Today was the first time in a while you've actually let me touch you, and now that we're alone you won't even finish."

"Mal," I said, exasperated, "I mean, come on! Your family is here, and not to mention they just walked in here-,"

She snorted, "That never stopped you before! When Bobby walked in on us that time-,"

"Yeah, you keep bringing that up," I snapped back at her, "But that was a different time! Your brother walked in on us about six months ago, Mal, and that was before-,"

"'Before?'" Mal raised her eyebrows at me. "That is complete bullshit, and you know it! We haven't had sex in almost four months, Percy-,"

Had it really been that long? "That isn't true," I shook my head, "You came to the set-,"

"-every time we're almost there, you make up some excuse-,"

"-and we did it on the couch in my dressing room-,"

"-and you never finish-,"

"-I remember it because we had that fight-,"

"-we always fight!" Mal raised her voice over mine. She was yelling, and throwing her arms around. "I need to know right now, Percy, what is going on! Is it because I cheated? Are you still punishing me?"

I closed my mouth and looked away from her. "I don't know."

"Because if it's because I cheated, I can't keep apologizing for it, Percy! I can't. I feel like I've said 'I'm sorry' until I can't breathe anymore! What else do you want me to do? If you don't want me anymore, say something!" She had tears running down her cheeks. I immediately felt the itch to wipe them away. "Do something, damn it!"

I didn't reply. Instead, I stared at her, my mind wandering to the girl on the plane. Where was she right now? Was she telling Matthew about me? Was she angry at me? I had to know…

"Why do you keep coming back to me if you don't want to be here?" She demanded, yelling at me. "Find somebody else if you don't want me!"

Was she still here? I thought about her hands, how small and soft they were, and her curls, how soft they felt when I ran my fingers through it as I kissed her…

"I did," I said, my words coming out almost as a whisper. It was so soft I almost believed for a second she hadn't heard me. I was wrong, though.

Her eyes widened immediately, and her mouth opened. "What?" Her voice came out as a squeak.

Regret washed over me instantaneously. What had I done? Would I have to tell her about the plane now? I barely even knew the girl- hell, just moments before I had found out the girl's real name. How could I say I found somebody? I didn't even know her!

Yet, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

"You slept with somebody?" Her eyes flooded with tears, and her face grew extremely red. She reached out and slapped me on the chest, hard enough to make me flinch. "You asshole!"

"I didn't sleep with anybody," I grabbed her hands, which were curled into fists and struggling to come at me again. "I kissed a girl, but that was just it-,"

Even though it totally was not 'just it.'

"I can't believe you," She screamed. She almost sounded like a banshee; her voice was high pitched, wailing, and absolutely, terrifyingly angry. She struggled to free her hands, trying desperately to hit me again.

"Mal, can we just talk?" I tried to hold her down. "Let me explain-,"

"Who the hell is she?" Mal brought up a foot and kicked at me, "Who is she? Is she that slut off of your set?"

"What? Juniper? No!" I used my own leg to block Mal's kicks, "Mal, let me just talk-,"

"No!" She screamed, somehow making her face turn even more red. "I don't want to! You cheated on me, Percy!"

And, of course, the next words I said were incredibly wrong, and should never have been said; "We were broken up!"

Huge mistake. Mal screamed in fury and launched herself at me, yanking her fists from my grasp. She knocked me over, sending me crashing into the door. Luckily it didn't come down, but she landed right on me, fists flying and nails scratching.

I reached out, trying to catch her hands again, but failing. I felt her scratch my cheek, and then I finally resolved to wrapping my arms around her completely, pinning her hands to her sides. "Let me go!" She wailed.

"No," I replied, still holding her down. She struggled for a while before finally breaking down and just sobbing.

"I can't believe you," She whimpered, "How could you?"

I didn't answer for a while. She was right. How could I? I knew that I was still with Mal when I kissed the girl from the plane- Annabeth. I knew good and well, and even though I defended myself with 'we were on a break,' I was still committed to Mal. I squeezed my eyes closed.

"Do you want to know about her?" I asked, begging Mal in my head to say no.

Please don't make me tell you who she is. Please don't make me tell you it was your little sister.

God, Mal's little sister.

I didn't even know for sure how old the girl was.

"No," Mal said quietly, her sobs dying. She was reduced to sniffles and shakes. "I don't."

"I'm sorry," I whispered, laying my head on her. She still shook in my arms, shaking her head back and forth.

"Why wasn't I good enough?" She shook harder now, and her breathing picked up. "I wasn't good enough for you? Why did you have to find somebody else?"

I thought about how ironic it was that she was asking me that question. I remember feeling the same way when I found out that she had cheated on me.

"I don't know," I shook my head. Her breathing quickened, and I realized she was starting to have an anxiety attack.

"Mal, please," I begged, loosening my hold and rubbing her back, "Please don't freak out. I'm right here."

"What did she have that I don't? Are you leaving me for her?" Mal grabbed at my shirt, pulling me impossibly closer. "Percy, please don't. Don't leave me…"

I wrapped her in my arms and closed my eyes. My chest tightened, and I felt like crap. This was my best friend, my first everything, and I was the one causing her so much pain. How could I?

"I'm not going anywhere," I told her, "Shhh… I'm right here."

"Don't leave," She whimpered, and I felt tears drop onto my shirt, "Please."

"I'm not," I told her.

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It took a while before Mal stopped crying. I held her, my back against her bedroom door and her slumped in my arms, for what felt like hours. I rubbed up and down her back, shushing her, and promising her over and over again that I wasn't going to leave her. When she finally stopped sniffling, I realized she had cried herself to sleep.

I stood up, lifting Mal along with me. I carried her to her bed, laid her down, and pulled the duvet over her body. Her nose was red and her cheeks were splotchy, and her face had tear stains all down it. I felt my stomach churn, realizing that what I had told her really hurt her bad.

I left the room, closing the door behind me and turning off the light.

What had I done? I had promised her that I wouldn't leave, but as I left her room and walked down the stairs, I knew I had to leave. I couldn't stay with her- though my heart loved Mal, it wasn't in love with her. I didn't have a desire to be her boyfriend any longer; instead, I felt like all I had a duty to being was her friend.

"Percy!" The voice of Mal's father, Frank, called out to me. "Hey, man!"

I had been intending to leave, because I had no desire to stay, but Mr. Chase had caught me at the front door. He stood in the hallway, wearing a nice, pressed button down and suit pants. "Hello, Mr. Chase."

"I'm assuming you aren't joining us for dinner?" He asked with a frown. "Where is Mal?"

"Uh-," I looked up towards the stairs. What was I supposed to say?

"It sounded like you guys were having another argument," Mr. Chase quirked an eyebrow at me, but didn't give me a chance to answer. "Is everything alright?"

"Now it is," I nodded, "She fell asleep, though-,"

"Ah, no biggie," He waved a hand at me. "Why don't you stay for dinner?"

"Really, I shouldn't," I rubbed at the back of my neck, "I have to go back to see my grandmother-,"

"Savannah made dinner," He smiled, giving me that look that clearly meant "You-don't-get-to-say-no-I'm-your-girlfriend's-father-and-what-I-say-goes. "Stay. You can meet my other daughter, and Bobby is home from college, so everybody's here."

Mr. Chase ushered me into the sitting area outside of the kitchen, where three pristine white couches sat in a semi-circle around a small fireplace and glass coffee table. Annabeth sat on one of them, a coffee cup in her hands. She blushed when we made eye contact and looked away.

"Annie, this is Percy, Mal's boyfriend." Mr. Chase introduced us, having no idea that we already knew one another. "Percy, this is Annie, my second daughter and Mal's sister. Can I get you a coffee?"

I nodded and took a seat across from Annabeth on a white cough. Mr. Chase walked out of the room, calling for the kitchen assistant to bring in a coffee.

"Um," I coughed, not really knowing where to start. "We need to talk."

She turned her head towards me and glared, focusing her cloudy grey eyes on me. "You're joking, right?"

"Um, not exactly," I rubbed at my jaw nervously, "I just wanted to clear up a few things-,"

"What kind of things would you like to clear up?" She raised her eyebrows at me, "I think I've pretty much got all of it- your girlfriend is my sister. Yeah, I got that when I walked in on you guys naked."

I blinked, not really knowing what to say. She pretty much summed it up. "I just wanted to explain-,"

"I don't need you to," She laughed coldly. The kitchen assistant, Mrs. Doty, rushed in and handed me a white coffee cup on a saucer with a little packet of creamer and sugar on the side. Mrs. Doty must have noticed the tension in the air, though, because she scurried out as fast as she rushed in.

"Can you just give me a chance?" I asked, putting my saucer and cup down on the coffee table.

"I gave you a chance!" She whispered fiercely, "You are not who you said you were!"

"Now hold on a minute," I whispered back, snapping. "I have no idea what you mean by 'I'm not who I say I am.' I never once told you a lie- I told you my girlfriend and I were off and on, and I told you the whole truth."

"I was under the impression you two were 'off,'" Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Especially when you pushed your tongue down my throat. Obviously that isn't the case, though- what's it like, hooking up with a stranger one second, only to turn around and fuck your girlfriend a couple of hours later?"

I felt a surge of anger rush out of me. I didn't like the way she was talking to me- vulgar language simply didn't suit her beautiful face, and it was pretty noticeable how angry she was. It was uncomfortable for sure, but definitely angering.

"Hey," I snapped, "The last time I checked, you weren't protesting. It takes two to tango, Annie. By the way- what the actual hell? You never even told me your fucking name!"

She put her coffee cup down and stood up, looking down at me in anger. "You're the idiot who didn't realize who I was!"

"I'm an idiot?" I stood up across from her and tried my hardest to keep my voice down. "How was I supposed to know who you were? You were a stranger—if anything, you're the one who should have recognized me! I mean, it isn't hard to miss; your sister and I have been photographed together for years. How did you not know who I am? I mean, in case you haven't put two and two together, she's kind of famous…"

Annabeth shot me the nastiest glare I had seen so far. "You dated her for years and never asked what her sister looked like?"

"You're her sister and you never asked what her boyfriend looked like?" I shot back.

She sighed loudly, annoyed, and turned away with her arms folded across her chest. "I can't stand you."

"I can't believe you," I shot back.

"It's easy to avoid your sister and her boyfriend when you don't go looking into the media for her," She mumbled. "I didn't know you were her boyfriend when we were on the plane."

I still couldn't comprehend how that was possible. Mal was incredibly famous, and I hate to admit it because it made me sound like a pretentious ass, but I wasn't exactly a nobody, either. Even though I had shot minor commercials, my newest movie's commercials were aired everywhere. How could she not know?

I realized she must have tried extremely hard to stay away from anything having to do with her sister. I remembered her telling me on the plane how much she despised her father, and how uncomfortable it all made her. I realized she wasn't letting on how much it bothered her, though, and I softened towards her.

"I'm sorry," I stepped towards her. She raised her hand at me, holding it up as if to tell me not to come any closer. For some reason I stopped in my tracks.

"I don't care," She snapped. She reached down and scooped up her coffee cup. "I don't want to hear it."

"Look, I just want to talk," I said, knowing she was about to flee.

"I just want you to leave," She looked at me, and I noticed her pained expression. "It's hard enough being here with a family I don't want any part of. Now I have to deal with you being around?"

I didn't say anything. What could I say?

"I don't want you here," Annabeth shook her head. "And I swear I'll keep everything that happened between us. I won't tell. Just go."

I stared at her, not knowing what to say. If it were Mal, I would stay, because I knew by now that "go" with her really meant "I'm mad but I don't want you to leave."

I had no idea how to deal with Annabeth, though. Was she like her sister? Did she want me to stay and talk about it?

Something told me she didn't, though. The way she glared at me, and the shocking storm in her grey eyes bewildered me. She had the same eyes as Mal, but much cloudier, like she had seen horrible things, or like she had much more authority. I felt the need to bow to her, or to listen to her commands.

"I don't really know what to do here," I told her, unsure. "I can't get you off my mind."

Annabeth raised her eyebrows at me and snorted, laughing out loud in my face. "Yeah, right. You were literally fucking my sister not even one hour ago, Percy. A couple of hours before that, you were making out with me. I'm sorry, but it's hard to believe that you 'can't get me off your mind.' Want to know what I really think? I think you're a playboy who doesn't care if he gets in a mindless fuck on an airplane; you're a playboy who only cares about getting into a little blonde girl's pants."

I knew I would do much more thinking on that later. She was right- my actions weren't matching up with what was really going on. But then again, she had no idea how I really felt. She had no idea that I hadn't 'fucked' her sister, and that I had told Mal I kissed somebody else. She only knew what she saw.

Because she wasn't allowing me to explain, damn it.

I knew I shouldn't have, but I did. I shouldn't have said anything, because I knew nothing good came out of being angry, but that didn't stop me. Instead, I smirked at her, pulling out my smug look, and replying, "You know what? You're right. I could care less."

And with that, I turned away, leaving Annabeth with wide eyes and the nastiest expression I had ever seen.

And I didn't even care.

I left the house, seething. She hadn't even given me a chance to explain! She was commanding, and it completely blew my mind how I had bowed to her so quickly- I hadn't protested, I had sounded like a weak little animal. I went to the garage and yanked Mal's keys to her black Lamborghini off the wall of keys. I sped out of the driveway, knowing Mal wouldn't care if I borrowed it. Actually, she'd probably be relieved- if I borrowed her car, that meant I'd bring it back, which meant I would definitely return to her.

It was such a screwed up way to think, but I knew her so well. Mal was the kind of girl that got super stressed because she worked incredibly hard at her job. She was so talented, and as I drove, I thought more about her and Annabeth.

Were they alike at all? Was Annabeth as driven as Mal? Was she as ambitious?

I had no idea who Annabeth even was, other than the small snippets she had told me on the plane. Mal was so intent on doing well in everything she did that it literally ruined her on some nights. She stressed so much that she had anxiety attacks, and anything that upset her could trigger them.

I ran a hand over my face after I stopped at a red light. Mal may not be the right girl for me anymore, but she still held something over me. I still felt the need to be in her life, because I still loved her.

Yet I knew that I wasn't in love with her, and that it had been a while since I had been in love with her. She was right when she said we hadn't had sex in months- I just didn't feel the passion for it anymore, and despite what I had venomously spit at Annabeth, I wasn't the type of guy to be labeled as a 'playboy' who 'just wanted in a little blonde girl's pants.'

I wanted to scream. Annabeth had made me so mad, and I had no idea how to talk to somebody like her. I couldn't figure her out- her grey eyes held me in place, paralyzed me, and demanded command.

I gripped my hands tighter on the wheel and groaned in frustration. What was I even supposed to do? I was furious at that girl, but I knew I wouldn't be able to walk away so easily. There was something about her that called out to me.

But what was it?

*quick note: I changed a lot, you may have noticed! The reason being is that I want to develop my characters better this time! It's the whole reason why I wanted to do a revision. So, I still want to keep Percy's temper, but I want to explain better why he stays with Mal instead of going straight for Annabeth! I also wanted to use Annabeth's past and mistrust on Percy, so that she didn't accept him so easily. I wanted to develop Mal into somebody likeable intead of the "bad guy." So stick with me! I hope it turns out good! If you have any ideas, please let me know!

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