ALOHA! So, I got bored and wrote another chapter. Within two hours of writing the first one. Eh.
Anywho, angsty chapter ahead. It'll lighten up soon... I think...
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Prologue 2: Those Bad Days.
Percy was having one of those bad days. Those days where he couldn't take his mind off her though he knew he would never have her. Those days where he couldn't stop thinking what if. Those days were the most painful.
He thought that shutting Annabeth out would be the best for both of them. He thought that he would get over her more quickly that way. Once again, he showed bad judgment. It hurt more to not speak to her and it hurt even more when he saw her strutting around campus with the boyfriend that had just come to visit.
Percy pretended he didn't care. He partied late into the night, got drunk and slept with virtually every girl on campus. He tried to study when he wasn't suffering from a major hangover and scraped by, getting just a bit more than the passing grade every time.
All to get over Annabeth.
Did it actually work? No. Far from it.
When Annabeth finally realized her boyfriend was a complete asshole who cheated on her every opportunity he got, they were already sophomores. She tried to talk to him after the breakup, but Percy still avoided her even though he was dying to go talk to her on the inside. He liked to think he had some dignity left.
He eventually stopped drinking and went over the line to the other extreme. He threw himself into his classes so his mind didn't have enough time to wander. He realized that his future would always lie with the place he loved the most: the sea, so he decided to take his career further and become a marine biologist, so he transferred schools.
So, there he was. Percy Jackson, aged 28. He had everything. A PhD in marine biology, a well-paying job, a nice apartment in Manhattan, a busy social life. But he still didn't have her.
He still caught glimpses of her, though. He always arrived at Camp Half-Blood a week before she left, and in those days of being close to her again, he knew that he was as in love with her as he was a decade ago.
But he knew that he had to get over her. By force.
He'd always hated sappy, too romantic, in-your-face T.V shows, and The Bachelorette was a prime example of this. Still, if there was any chance to have a fresh start where romance was concerned, he would take it. Gladly.
He got Grover to sign him up for the Bachelorette and he was leaving in a week.
What was he getting himself into.
Oh, the angst.
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