Oh. My. Gods. Oh, wow. You guys are SOOOOOOOO awesome! 10 reviews, 5 favorites and 21 follows. In one chapter! You are all so amazing! Kisses to everyone!

So. You're all probably waiting for the newest chapter. And here it is.

THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR:

Percy's POV:

New York City.

The city that has it all.

It's also the city where I last saw Annabeth. We broke up five years to this day. I have no idea where she is now, but I bet she's at some big-wig architecture firm. Probably super-rich with kids and another husband and a huge house. The dream life. Who knows?

"Bye, Mandy, I'm going home for the night," I tell my secretary. I have no idea why she's here at 11 o'clock at night when she's only 20.

Currently, I'm the owner of an ocean research company. (A/N I know it's cliché, but who cares?)

"Have a good night, Mr. Jackson," Mandy replies, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously. She flips her shoulder-length red hair over her shoulder, staring at me as I leave the building.

Once I'm outside, I climb into my blue Mercedes and start the engine.

The radio kicks in, and my ex-girlfriend's favorite song blares out. Not Annabeth's, but my most recent. The one I only had for about a week. I broke up with her yesterday. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Sandy. Or was it Sandra? I guess that's another mystery of the world.

Anyway, the song was playing at practically full volume before I switched the station.

Then the girlfriend before Sand-something, her "fave song, like, EVER!" starts playing. I hated her. Don't get me wrong, she was pretty and all, but she acted like the ultimate Aphrodite girl. She always was chomping on gum and texting on her phone. Once, she got into a car accident. You want to know why? Because she was texting while driving while applying lip gloss while "singing" (if you can call it that) along to the radio. That was when I dumped her. I'm pretty sure her name was Jen. Or Jenna. Or Jennifer. Well, either way, I didn't like her. Wow, this is a total walk down memory lane.

I don't want to think about my other previous girlfriends, so I shut off the radio.

When I get to my apartment building, I park in my spot.

I step into the overly fancy lobby. Since I'm on the 31st, I have to ride on the elevator.

As usual, the journey up is boring.

When I get to my apartment, I immediately pass out on the sofa. In my defense, it was a long day.

I'm woken up the next morning by sunlight spilling into the living room.

Ugh. Back to work. I think Annabeth got me into the habit of taking work seriously. It scares me what that girl can do.

The travel back to my office is just like the one home- dull, silent and lonely.

I park my car. I'm about to swing open the door when I suddenly notice a person who's walking by. She looks strangely familiar. She looks around my age. Dirty, wavy blonde hair. Mud-splattered sneakers. Worn-out jeans. Camp Half-Blood sweatshirt. Wait- Camp Half-Blood sweatshirt? This can't be. How is this happening? There's only person who this could be.

"Annabeth?"

To my reviewers:

The Crt Team: Here you go! Hope you liked it!

handle-with-special-care: I hope it gets cheerier too! I hate sad stuff, it makes me cry :'(

AnnabethandPercyJackson17: BTW, I love your pename! And I wanted to kinda change it up from Annabeth always living the bug, best life in the world, ya know?

annabethjackson1: Thanks!

CimFan: Thanks for the advice!

RacecaR: I guess they call this FanFiction. JK! Thanks for the review!

pjohoo: Sorry! The next chapter will be Annabeth's POV for sure, though!

Princesssash247: Thank you!

Sorry if this chapter wasn't very good. I'm not very good with Percy's POV, but I tried. Please tell me what you think! I'd love to hear ideas for future chapters, what I need to improve, anything, really! Check again soon for Chapter 3!

Oh, and a little note: I absolutely hate the spellcheck on this! It's so annoying, going on about "passive voice" and using "simpler words"! I mean, you guys understand what I mean fine, right? Do you agree with me?

-Kassidy