Author's Note: I am so sorry. School is very hectic right now and I know this is a short chapter. It's really just a filler to get the plot going. Again super-duper sorry, and I'm pretty sure my beta going to hate me because I haven't sent this to her...
Disclaimer: For heaven's sake I'm not Rick Riordan
Percy's POV
It's been about three weeks since the crash, since Annabeth lost her memory, and since Percy had to revert back to best friend mode, not loving boyfriend mode. It was hard to revert to old habits. He wasn't aloud to kiss her whenever he wanted. He wasn't aloud to kiss her period. He could no longer pull her to his chest when they sat down. He couldn't hold her hand. And worst of all he couldn't tell her how much he really did love her.
Annabeth had much adjusting to do. First, the vast size to which Camp Half-Blood had grown. Then, the messed up version of the Titan War. Percy remembered how saddened she had gotten when he told her Luke had died. First, she didn't believe him. She screamed and yelled at him, that he was lying and needed to stop. That serious physical damage he was talking about? It's slowly getting worse. Chiron eventually calmed her down, and Percy was asked to leave, as to not confuse Annabeth anymore. He left most grudgingly and trudged back to his cabin.
For the next three weeks, the camp seemed to be divided. It was split between those who were sympathetic to Percy and some pretentious new comers who seemed to hate him, and had cabins who had, but no other choice, to back them. Surprisingly the Ares cabin were the most steadfast in supporting him. One such example of this was when some Apollo campers were tired of the constant storm over head, and had cornered Percy behind the training arena. Percy could have beaten them all to within an inch of their lives, if he hadn't felt so tired and beaten down. Of course, they new with his invulnerability, they couldn't do any damage, but that didn't stop them from pushing and shoving him into the mud. Clarisse was the first to notice his predicament.
First, she pulled them off of him. Then, when they continued to fight, the rest of her cabin joined in. They then taught the Apollo cabin a lesson about messing with Ares and anyone they protected. Annabeth watched on with curious eyes.
Later, as Percy left the arena, Annabeth approached him and asked about his invulnerability. He explained about the war and how Nico had lead him to the River Styx, how he survived, and then took on Hades army. From then on, Annabeth continued to ask him questions and Percy answered to the best of his ability, of course leaving out certain facts about after the war. When asked about her parents Percy answered as honestly as possible. Annabeth had previously opened up about it to him. According to her it had been getting better, but she still would have preferred not going back to San Francisco.
This continued for weeks. Those weeks turned into months and Percy and Annabeth restored their friendship to how it had been before the war was won. The jealousy and tension, though in smaller amounts, was still there. Soon, everything began to be unmasked. It all started with a pretentious son of Apollo and a very extravagant daughter of Aphrodite.