LuvPercy782347213: Same here :)) Percabeth is the BEST! But don't worry, I shall find a way to get rid of Luke. And this chapter… you shall witness the breakup :D

immanerd98: Your wish is my command :)) hmm, I think Annabeth's about 19 or something..? Not sure. But Luke's older, I suppose. That's how he got his job :))

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2. A Distracting Decision (Annabeth's POV)

I was tossing and turning around my bed, tears streaming endlessly on my cheeks.

After half an hour, I made a very foolish decision, but probably reasonable.

I didn't dress into my pajamas when I arrived, so I was still wearing the red dress, which was wrinkled from my bed. But I changed into a black shirt, denim shorts and a gray hoodie and changed my heels into sneakers.

I burst into the night, hailing a cab. "5th Avenue, pronto. More tips if you'll get me there in three." I said, trying not to make the hoarseness of my voice obvious. He nodded, and the cab sped away into the busy streets of New York.

The driver got me there in three minutes, and I paid him extra ten dollars as I promised. I started onto street, and located a bar very easily. I mean, it's the only one and with the neon lights and blaring music, how could I not miss it?

I quickly went inside the tinted glass doors before my mind could argue.

The first thing that came to my mind when I saw the place: Crowded.

And I mean, not just crowded like the burger place we always go to after classes, where it's crammed with students, but this crowded was like a One Direction concert, where all crazy girl fan girls wave banners, or crumping to the music. But change the girls into guys, and instead of One Direction, think of a bar, complete with stools for lonely people, and some booths for people with dates. You get the picture.

I noticed some couples in some booths smooching like no tomorrow.

Yuck, gross, I thought as I ducked under a waiter carrying about five pints of beer on a single tray.

I looked around some more, going around the whole place. By the time I almost searched the whole place and almost gave up, I spotted a familiar sandy haired guy together with a curly haired brunette, their glasses filled with beer meeting. They drank it with smiles on their faces. Their legs were rubbing against each other.

Talk about faithfulness.

To ruin the moment, I marched up to them and yep, you guessed it, it was Luke all right, and slapped him at the cheek. Hard.

He spit some of his beer on his date. Yeah, and I could feel the tension and guilt envelope the air.

"W-wh-what are you doing here?" He stammered. I sneered.

"Came here for a drink. But it seems that I've found myself some entertainment." I said.

"The entertainment's over there," The brunette girl rolled her eyes and pointed to an old country dude who had a guitar and was sitting on a stool at the far corner of the bar.

"Nah, I find this more entertaining." I snickered. "Boyfriends cheating on their girlfriends on some –," I paused to look at the brunette girl from top to toe with a disapproving face. "low class citizen who is so desperate for a boyfriend that she has to grab the taken ones." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. People were starting to take notice. Some were pointing at me and whispering.

I didn't care. I wanted vengeance.

"Oh, so you call me a low class citizen? Does a low class citizen wear a Chanel dress, a Louis Vuitton bag and Gucci pumps?" She asked, standing up now. I could see Luke at the corner of my eye, grinning wide, sipping his drink.

"Oh," I faked a surprised tone as I inspected her bag, her dress and her pumps. "tsk, tsk, look at your dress. That signature of Chanel isn't where it's supposed to be. Your pumps? Can't you see that 'l'? It says Gulucci, girl. Your bag..? Can't you see that the logo is so wrong?" I faked (again..?) a sympathetic pout.

"Ha, that's what you think. Who do you think you are, anyway?" She snickered and crossed her arms like mine.

"Oh nobody," I said but she cut me off immediately.

"You're just nobody! Why dare interfere my date with Luke?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Oh you're not letting me finish dear. I'm nobody, just Annabeth Chase, daughter of the president and CEO of Chase Enterprises. Oh and just Luke's girlfriend. Not much, right?" I smiled at her. She was staring at me in shock.

"Chase Enterprises…?" She gulped, her face screaming 'unbelievable!' I nodded, grabbing a chair for me to sit.

"So who are you, lady?" I examined my nails, but glanced up only once to look at her face, still ashen.

"I'm Vanessa. Vanessa Moore." She tried to regain her composure and extended her hand. I gladly shook it.

"So that's what V stands for in the message." I said very casually. Fortunately for me, I said that when Luke was gulping more of his drink… which caused him to spit it out.

"You were reading my messages?" He said – well, not really said – but yelled, his face as red as the wine we drank earlier.

"Duh, how do you expect me to know? I'm not dumb, Luke. You should know that." I said smugly. His face was priceless.

"You're not supposed to read my messages! It's violating my right to privacy!" Luke yelled.

"Whatever. And besides, Moore?" I turned to face the girl who was now emptying her glass. "Your name sounds familiar. Your father's Ronald Moore?" I asked her. She nodded reluctantly.

"Oh so that explains the fake things. Your father's working under my father's company. Want him to fire your dad?" I asked her. She shook her head really fast, and I was expecting it to fall off.

"Well them find someone else who's not taken and you could flirt them till the world ends for all I care." I paused for a moment. "Oh, wait, you could do that to Luke."

I turned to Luke again. "We're so over. You could get all the gifts back. I don't care." I told him and I strutted out of that place, not so fast that people would think I'm scared, but fast enough for them not to see the tears on my cheeks, flowing once again.

I went home straight after that, taking another cab and spending $10 more than the usual fare again for the tips, changed into my really comfy pj's (A/N: Pajamas, not Percy Jackson. Hahaha XD) and crashed on the bed. But I couldn't fall asleep, because my mind was racing.

I couldn't believe that Luke did that to me. He was so nice, and he seemed really faithful and perfect. Yeah, seemed; past tense eh? The small voice inside my mind said. I wanted to tell it to shut up, but then it was right.

I was blinded by love. Or some sort of puppy love. Whatever.

I sighed in frustration and stared at the ceiling. All I could see were stripes of white, courtesy of the darkness and the moonlight from the slits of the windows.

After a while of arguing with myself, I reached out for my phone and called my dad. (A/N: ohhkayyy I know demigods aren't supposed to use phones but whatever ignore it okie? Hahaha I'm sort of in my hyper mode sorry)

He wasn't there so I left a message.

Hey dad, um, I'll be back. I'm going to stop studying. I'll just resume getting my degree there in California. That's all. Bye, see you soon. And I hung up the phone.

Going back to California wasn't exactly my best decision. But it's actually much better than to live in a life full of lies.

I started packing everything in the same suitcases I went here with. It took me almost two hours, and it was past 3 already. But most of my stuff couldn't fit inside those three huge suitcases.

It's because of that stuff I bought during my stay here. And what my friends gifted me during occasions. I even found a long lost friendship bracelet that my friend Thalia made for me. I met her a few years ago. She's now in California. If I was lucky, I could have time to see her.

I wore it on my arm, retracing the multicolored threads. Then I resumed packing – or at least trying to fit in most of my stuff in there. Unluckily, it still won't fit.

I'll go suitcase shopping tomorrow. I decided, as I shoved the rest of my stuff to a corner and crashed at the bed.

Sunlight poured in the window, hitting my face like a baseball bat and causing me to wake up.

I groaned but sat up anyway. This Saturday felt like torture, and yesterday felt like a huge joke. But I wasn't going to let that devour my sanity.

I showered and changed into fresh clothes and burst out the door.

I started walking towards the mall. It was near, and only very lazy people would ride a cab.

When I finally reached the shop inside the air-conditioned mall, I started hunting for the perfect suitcase.

There were a lot of them, stacked high on shelves, but I could decide. After all, I'm not a shopaholic.

But I couldn't focus. I was kind of regretting my decision to leave New York, but I had to. I was walking around endlessly, turning into corners, pretending to look at shops but actually I was thinking about the things I would miss.

My friends, the teachers in my school and everything . . . my head was filled with so much stuff I couldn't concentrate.

I was half way through my list, when suddenly I bumped into somebody while I turned in the corner.

The impact was so hard; both of us landed butt-first on the floor.

"Ouch," I muttered, rubbing my head. Luckily for that other person, he/she was able to recover quickly, stood up and offered a hand. Well, at least I saw it with my kinda blurry eyesight.

I used the hand to pull me off the floor. I blinked a few times, rubbing my head more, and finally, my eyesight returned.

"Sorry," I muttered. It sounded really lame. But hey, I was ashamed, so I looked at the floor.

"That's okay…" A manly voice said.

I looked up and saw the most mesmerizing sea green eyes ever.

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