A/N: Gah! I disappeared again! Darn those aliens; they are evil. They keep taking me away. Anyway...on with the story! P.S. It's Annabeth's POV.

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It's been over a week and I'm here in my cabin alone eating ice cream. I'm still hurt, but I'll never forgive him. Never ever. I despise him. A tear rolled down my cheek and into the bowl.

How could he do this to me? After all we've been through. I never thought Percy was the guy who would break a girl's heart. I always thought girls broke his heart. And if anyone's heart should have been broken it should have been his. That's all I'm saying.

But still, what did I do to deserve this? I was a good girlfriend. My other break ups hadn't hurt this much. I didn't cry over a boy, except Luke. But he doesn't count. I thought dating Percy would be the same and, boy was I wrong. Falling in love wasn't part of the plan. The plan did not include screaming, sobbing hysterically, and eating giant bowls of food. In the end I did fall in love and I tried to stop myself from getting hurt. I did not succeed.

As time passed Percy became my drug. When I was around him all my problems would disappear. I needed him. He needed me. I don't know what went wrong. I just...I wish I did. If I knew, I'd turn back time and fix it.

There was a knock on the door, I ignored it. I stared at the bottom of the empty bowl. Where'd the ice cream go? My brow furrowed, the way it did when I was thinking or confused.

Knock, knock.

Sighing, I checked myself in the mirror. I didn't look that scary anymore. I looked normal.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.

"I'm coming. Gods can't a girl sleep?" I fixed my pj's and rushed to the door. "What do you—?" There was no one. Strange. (A/N: You called, Annabeth? Heh, o-kay that was dumb. Shall we continue?)

The air suddenly got chiller. I closed the door and turned around. Oh Hades. Sitting on my bed, eating my ice cream, in my bowl was the Almighty Traitor Luke.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" I hissed.

"What does it look like, dummy? I'm eating ice cream. It's a bit salty," he said.

"I spat in it."

"No you didn't. I was watching you. You cried in it." I couldn't believe him. How much lower can he sink? Up to Percy's level, maybe?

"YOU—you...you spied?"

"Yes." Well, at least he was being honest. That was a plus. "And by the way, you should really close the curtains when you change. Someone might see you." He grinned evilly. Yes, now he sunk to Percy's level.

"You disgust me," I said, well obviously, disgusted.

Luke tsked. "I wish you didn't say that. It cuts right through me. It's quite painful."

I glared at him. What did he know about pain?

"A lot," he answered. Great, now he could read minds. Just my freaking luck. "It was painful when Thalia died," he continued, "When I had to poison her tree; when I found out Thalia joined the hunters and that I could never have a chance with her. When I had to kill you and when I found out you and that scum were in love."

He stood up and walked over to me. I noticed how fit he was. His blue eyes sparkled making the scar look attractive. (KILL ME)

I looked down at the floor trying to remember where my dagger and cap were. When I looked up he was no longer there. I scanned the cabin, breathing a sigh of relief. It was just my imagination. A dark chuckle came from behind me. Before I could react, cold lips pressed on my neck. I shivered.

"Annabeth...I still love you. Come with me. I'll give you love. Clothes, happiness...anything you want. I'd give you the world."

Instantly, I felt weak. I couldn't breath, I couldn't think. Luke ran his fingers up and down my arms. Goosebumps began to form.

"I know you want to Annabeth. I'd give you everything. All you have to do is be my wife and have my children. I want a family. Imagine: Our kids with blonde hair, grayish blue eyes, and heartbreaking smile."

I gasped. "They're beautiful..."

Luke laughed. "Enough to make American's Next Top Model?"

I nodded. They really were beautiful. The little boy had the most beautiful sculpted lips like Percy's. Percy...

The children disappeared, and were replaced by a girl with green eyes with long lashes, porcelain skin, jet black hair, and heart shaped face. She was the spitting image of Percy.

It was too much for me.

"Luke," I whispered, opening my eyes. "Can you make the pain go away?'

He didn't say anything so I turned around. He was grinning like an idiot. "Not only will I make it go away. I'll make sure it dies."

I smiled. "Fabulous." I would get my revenge. With Luke I would have everything. Percy would pay.

"Ready to go Mrs. Future Castillian?" He held out his pale hand.

I took it. "Of course, take me away." He wrapped his arms around me and everything when black.

When I woke up it was morning. My hair was loose, and I was wearing a white nightgown. I sat up leaning on the headboard, taking in surroundings. There were wide French doors. The glass had intricate designs that sparkled. The room was white. Something caught my eye. It was red apple on the dresser. I eyed it closely. What was it doing there?

The doors opened and in came Luke. He was holding a glass with a gold drink. "Good morning, love. How was your rest?"

"Um...fine. These pillows are so fluffy."

He frowned. "Is that a complaint? Because I can fire the housekeeper, no problem."

"No! I love them, and the room." My eyes flickered to the apple.

"Oh that. It's to remind you. You are the forbidden apple."

"Huh?"

Luke shook his head. "Forget it." He looked cute today with the blue dress shirt and black jeans. So clean and tidy. He caught me staring. "We have breakfast out on the porch. One of my friends is joining us so I'd like you to look pretty." He took a sip of his drink. "I must say that night gown is awfully—"

I cleared my throat. "What should I wear?"

"Anything you want. You have a whole variety to choose from."

"I—I do?"

He rolled his eyes and pushed a curtain aside revealing another door. "This is for you." He pushed it open revealing the biggest closet I've ever seen in my life.

"That is mine?!"

He chuckled. "All of it. Our room will be bigger. But you're not my wife yet. I must be a gentleman with you."

I ran to the closest piece of clothing. It was a beautiful gold dress. "Can I have a moment to change?"

"Why of course." He pulled on side of the night gown down exposing my shoulder. He kissed my lips then my neck and then my shoulder. "I'm so happy you're here."

"I am too." Even though I would never admit it, it was the worst mistake ever. I was trapped.

(A/N: How'd I do? It was hard writing about a break up. Do you know how hard it is try not to tear up? Anyway, I hoped you liked it. P.S. I always update at night time. So check for my stories. They get pushed down to the bottom. P.S. I need a good name for a maid, the friend and another guy...Ideas? R-E-V-I-E-W!)