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I almost dropped Percy's phone. So this is the girl Percy's dating. Michelle. I wanted Percy to be home so I could throw him out the window so he could fly his way back to Manhattan.

I checked the time on Percy's phone, which read 7:12. It had been eight minutes since Michelle sent a message. Well, that's a good thing because I didn't want to see more messages from her. Who does she even think she is?

I heard the door open. Percy was back with groceries and he was going to expect me to help him make dinner. I ran out of his room.

"I'm coming down!" I announced. "So what did you. . .buy?" My voice trailed off when I reached the living room.

"Thanks, Michelle." Percy said. He shot a smile at the girl standing next to him as he setted his grocery bags onto the ground.

I knew starting was rude, but I couldn't help but look at the girl. She was tall, a little taller than me, and she had shiny, black hair tied back into a ponytail. Her skin was clear, and her eye makeup was nicely done. When she flashed a grin back at Percy, her blue eyes crinkled and her pink lips curled upwards to reveal her straight teeth. She looked pretty, and standing next to her, I looked like a lump of coal. So she was Michelle.

"Babe, anytime," she smiled. "You know I would do anything for you."

Just before they collided into a kiss, I interrupted them. "Hey!"

They turned around and finally realized my presence. The giddy atmosphere a split second ago disappeared, and it was replaced with cold stares directed at me.

It was only a week since I married Percy but look at the mess I'm in right now. How am I even going to put up with this for a hundred days?

I faked a laugh. "Looks like you two are back." I looked at the grocery bags. "Guess I'll be making dinner right now."

I took the bags from the floor and brought them to the kitchen. I searched the contents: chicken breast, blue food coloring, pasta, pancake mix, celery, blue food coloring. . .I stared at the bottles of the coloring.

Whatever.

I took some other contents from the bags and threw together a salmon dinner. "Dinner's ready," I shouted as I placed the dishes onto the dining table.

I saw Percy enter the dining room, and my hopes were raised when I realized that Michelle left. Of course, I was wrong, and Michelle immediately followed Percy.

They took their seats at the table right next to each other.

"Woah, look at this! It's salmon!" Michelle exclaimed.

No duh, Sherlock.

I saw her frown, and I knew she was really to critique me again. "So, we have eggs and salmon together. What an. . .interesting pair."

"What? You don't like eggs?" I shot back, as I resisted the urge to punch her.

"No."

"You've never seen eggs and salmon before?"

"Yeah," she commented. "Plus, Percy likes his eggs blue."

"Blue?"

Percy tapped the girl to silence her. "It's okay," he told me. "It's just that sometimes my mom makes me blue food."

"Oh."

"Sit. Let's eat dinner together."

It was the nicest thing Percy told me to do, and I obeyed. I sat down and started eating.

"This girl can actually cook pretty good," Michelle said. She then took a bite of the salmon. "But the salmon would taste better with a bit more pepper."

I rolled my eyes. That girl really needs to stop complaining.

Michelle turned to her boyfriend. "So, boo, what do you want to do after dinner? A movie? A stroll?"

I was surprised at how different her tone was.

Percy took a moment to think. "Anything's fine, really. I have you."

Michelle pouted. "But today's our special day! Our one-year anniversary of dating! I'm going to be less pretty tomorrow."

Percy ruffled the girl's dark hair. "You'll forever be beautiful in my eyes."

I choked on my salmon. I could taste dem cheese.

I stood up from my seat. "I'm full," I announced. I started walking up to the staircase, and all I heard were laughter and giggles from behind me.

I felt my face heat up. I couldn't believe I was married to such a jerk. And even a jerk can't fall in love with such a rude girl, but then again, he's Percy Jackson.

I walked up the steps, but there was an urge for me to not leave. I was curious about Percy and Michelle. I walked to the top step and quietly seated myself. I was hidden from their view and strained my ears. It was hard to hear them, but my curiosity forced myself to stay where I sat and I strained my ears to listen.

"She's your wife?" It was Michelle.

"Yeah."

"Percy. . .why? Why did you even marry her when you don't even like her? She's not pretty and she's so rude."

I choked on my own spit. I'll admit that I'm not as pretty as her, but did that girl just call me rude?

"Michelle, don't say that."

I nodded vigorously against the handrail. Percy's right.

"It should be us married," Michelle whined. "How long are you gonna fake this marriage to the whole world?"

"Don't worry. Annabeth and I are going to divorce after a hundred days. I told Grover to file it on that day. It's been a week already."

"Do it now!"

"You already know I can't do that. Mr. Chase would hate me so much. After three months, I would've found another job. I would leave Chase World after the divorce. Who wouldn't want a young, intelligent, and handsome twenty-three year old in their company?"

I heard Michelle's laugh. "You're the best."

I could easily paint the picture of that girl clinging on the Percy's arm and smothering herself all over him.

"Do you even like Annabeth?" Michelle's sly voice asked.

I sat at the edge of the step, eager to hear his answer.

"No, I don't."

I froze. I took a deep breath and listened to the sound of giggles rising from the first floor.

Immediately, I stood up and stomped into my room, making sure my footsteps were loud enough so that the couple downstairs could hear very, very clearly.

I sighed as I landed on my bed. I stared at the clock, which read 7:40, but those two were probably making out at the dining room. Disgusting.

Trying to find things to take my mind off the situation, I turned on the TV again and made sure the volume was on its highest. I was determined to sound like I was busty with my own business.

The television blared a Pretty Little Liars episode and my eyes were starting at the screen. . .but my mind was somewhere else.

I took my phone and dialed the familiar number. Within two rings, he picked up.

"Dad."

My dad was surprised I called. "Annabeth!" He was so delighted to hear me. "What does my sweet daughter want?"

"We want to go on the honeymoon."

He gasped. "Really? So you guys actually agreed? Aww!"

I swallowed a lump of guilt. He didn't know that I didn't even ask Percy. "Y-yeah."

"Wow! I'm so excited! Where do you want to go and I'll book the tickets right now!"

"Caribbean."

"Okay, I'm buying the tickets right now and I'll call you when I have more details!" he said, and he hung up.

I didn't know why I chose the Caribbean. I constantly heard about the clear waters of that area and the pink sand beaches. So, this was my chance to enjoy myself. . .and also my chance to stop Michelle from following us everywhere.

Seaweed brain. That kelp head Percy Jackson. Why am I even married to him? If I knew Percy was actually such a snake, I would've never agreed to his proposal. I used to think Percy was such a respectable man.

I remembered Percy's words from our wedding day. "Your father told me that you really liked me and that it would be amazing if I married you. So when your father asked me to marry you, I agreed."

I sighed again. I couldn't blame Percy. My dad really liked Percy too, so he would've been disappointed if I rejected Percy. I still remember my dad's face as I walked down the church aisle on my wedding day. He couldn't have smiled more brightly. Though my dad and I have some rough ends, if he was happy, I was too.

I tried to drown my thoughts by paying attention to the episode, but my interest quickly faded. I placed my head against the mattress and before I knew it, I woke up half an hour later when a horror show played.

"Ah, they didn't have to scream," I muttered as I got up. The characters were screaming and running away from the zombies that were roaming around. I checked the show's title. The Walking Dead.

When another zombie popped up on the screen, I snatched the TV control from my side and turned it off. Well, it was about time to anyways. It was already 8pm, so I should tell Percy that he should start packing up because we were going on our little honeymoon soon.

Did I really call it our little honeymoon? First of all, it won't be a honeymoon. It'll just be a vacation where Percy and I will live our separate lives. Second, Percy and I aren't really a "thing," so it's not ours.

Speaking of Michelle. . .I stared at the clock. It was eight and I silently hoped that Michelle wasn't here anymore. I was tired of her attitude. I barely knew her for two hours, but the way she treats me is revolting.

So, where's Percy again? Is he even in the house or did he leave with his girlfriend? I stood up and dragged myself out the room. "Percy?!" I called. I ran down the stairs and into the dining room, where I last saw him. But he wasn't there. Left of the dining room was a dirty table that was waiting for me to clean it.

I rolled my eyes. "Percy, I have to tell you something! We're going on vacation!" I shouted. I ran around the first floor and he wasn't anywhere, so I started heading upstairs.

I heaved a sigh when I reached the second floor. "Oh my god, that Percy Jackson," I mumbled. "Every time I need him, he's not here," I stopped and quietly listened. I heard something; there was no mistaking it.

I turned my head to the direction of the sounds. It was coming from Percy's room. He was probably watching some loud movie, and I walked up to his door.

"Percy," I loudly knocked, making sure he would hear me. But he didn't respond.

"Percy Jackson!" I twisted the doorknob and flung the door open. "I've been trying to find you for the past ten minutes and I. . ." I stopped my sentence.

Percy wouldn't listen to me anyway because he was too "occupied" pleasuring himself with the brunette doll that was straddling him. The two moaned in unison as I glared at them.

"What the hell?!" I screamed.

Percy and Michelle finally realized I was there and scowled.

Percy groaned and helped his girl off him. "What are you doing, Annabeth?!" Percy complained.

"More like, what are you doing here?!" I shot back. I caught Michelle's gaze too. "He's my husband!"

The slut smirked. "Ah, babe, she's a fiery one. She's gonna pick a fight on me one day." She clung on to Percy's arm again and kissed it. She rose from the bed. "Time to go before your father-in-law comes by."

Percy held her down. "Already?" he asked. Michelle sadly nodded and leaned down for one more kiss.

"Out!" I shouted. Michelle rolled her eyes at me, and threw on her clothes before heading downstairs.

Then, it was just Percy and I. I frowned. "What that? I take watch TV for thirty minutes, then you guys just make out and f*ck each other up?!" There was a silence, and I sighed knowing I wouldn't get an answer. "Clean up. Dad says we're going on vacation soon, so start packing."

"Fine." Percy got up and wrapped a bathrobe around him. He took the dirty clothes from his bed and handed them to me. "Wash them later." He began chuckling. "Sorry, it was our first time doing it."

"What?!" I asked, but he already to the bathroom and prepared to shower. I stared at the clothes. Then I realized.

My fingers got sticky.

I unfolded the shirt to reveal warm, white liquid trickling down the shirt and onto my hands. It looked fresh, too.

"Percy Jackson!"

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