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Something To Adress To A Certain Reviewer: No, this isn't an abuse story. I can barely read a story that has the use of abuse, I always wince and feel weak. I just can't stand abuse, so I won't write it. Sorry if that's what you wanted. :/

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Summary:

She had a boyfriend. He was available. She was looking for someone who had time for her. All he wanted to do was get away from the world he surrounded himself in. Two people with common issues. Will it take a look from afar to know that they're exactly what each other need? Cheating on your boyfriend isn't necessarily bad when you know he's doing the same, right? Ditching your best friend for someone you hardly know isn't that messed up, right? Will seeing each other ruin not only themselves, but everyone around them?

Annabeth's P.O.V.

"Hey, babe, are you OK? You seem a little distracted."

I hadn't realized I zoned out again, probably for the millionth time today, but I was suprised by Luke's patience. He usually was always irritated, droning on about his problems, telling me his victories, what he wants to succeed in his life. So, you know, the usual. Our topics were all about him, never about Annabeth. I don't think he's ever asked me how my day was, or if anything interesting happened. For him to notice a change in my behavior shocked me to the fullest.

Luke and I were an odd couple. How did we end up together? I don't know. It's very rare to see a jock holding hands with the number one labeled nerd, but people didn't seem to care. Yeah, I got a couple of death stare's from girls, but I could handle them. You'd think Luke would be dating one of those preppy cheerleaders, or that our whole relationship was a joke. People don't see me as a nerd, but once you get to know me you'll acknowledge me as a nerd. Isn't that what us humans do for a living, we spend our time labeling each other?

Back to our relationship. We met when were seven, and were best friends since. Last year, Luke finally had the 'nerve' to ask me out. I was hesistant, Luke's history with girls were extremely bad. Date and dump. Hook up occasionally. Date, then dump. It repeated constantly, and the more it happened the more I grew apart from him. I didn't agree with his decisions, and I was slowly starting to hate him. And I couldn't help but notice how darkened he'd become, as if his personality altercation was simply a phase I had yet to uncover, he was growing harder to decipher at times that were more focused on than others. I hated him for leaving me, I hated him for changing, I hated him for everything. We all have that best friend from childhood who becomes the complete opposite of who you know they really are. In my case, that's Luke.

The only reason I accepted to even date him was to give him another chance, and I regret doing it in the first place. I love him, but not the type of love I was expecting. I was head over heels in love with him since I was freaking seven! Any girl would be pleased with getting the guy she wanted, but of course I'm different from those girls.

"I'm fine Luke," I assured, while giving him my signature fake smile. "I guess I'm a little tired, going over blueprints my mother has in mind for the new house she's building in Seattle. You know how picky she can be."

Luke's eyes showed no emotion. "Yeah, well, anyway I was talking about how coach is thinking about switching my position to running back instead of quaterback, because of my minor injury. Like, what the hell?"

I frowned. "I would think sitting you out for a while would be the best. You don't want to increase the damage to your sprained ankle. Also, that wouldn't make much of a difference, why is it so bothering Luke? Put it this way, it's better than being a receiver, you absolutely loathe that position." I smiled, so his comeback wouldn't be as harsh as I expected it to be.

Instead of receiving a crude remark, he frowned. "What's loathe? C'mon Annabeth, you know I can't even read a dictionary without getting confused. Even the definitions are hard to understand!"

I stared at him incredulously, was this idiot freaking kidding me? A dictionary is confusing? I'm starting to doubt where his intelligence stands.

"Luke," I said, feigning tiredness. "Why don't you leave? I'm getting a bit tired, and I don't want you to become bored. I'll see you tomorrow."

Luke was too occupied staring at his phone screen smiling, as if something were pleasing him. He looked up at me, and faked disappointment. That happens most of the time, this is how our Sunday hanging out always ends.

"Babe, I've gotta go," He grabbed his jacket, pecked me on the lips, and was headed out my bedroom door.

See what I mean? He hardly ever listens to me. I don't see why we're even in a relationship, but there's always something he does to bring right back into his trap. One day, I will learn how to escape from it, because you can't keep trying to capture an animal in the same trap, at the same time. They'll find out what you're trying to do, and eventually direct themselves onto another route.

I needed some time to get my thoughts out of my mind, so I decided to head out towards the beach. It's the only place where I can really "speak" my mind. Yes, I live in a beach house. My father insisted on living on one of New York's finnest beaches, which I find completely amusing, seeing as my mother hates anything water related.

I grabbed my current favorite book, Ruined and headed down the stairs. I was hoping to make it out the door without being stopped to conversate with someone, though my brothers had other plans.

"Why do you put up with that jerk?" Bobby complained.

"That jerk happens to be my boyfriend," I defended, the last thing I needed was another complaint about Luke.

"Well, your jerk boyfriend really needs to stop being a jerk," Matthew imitated me, in the worse way possible. I wasn't the one to use sass.

I sighed, as I sat down on the couch, them following me. "What did he do?"

Bobby held up his, now, broken apart Lego Star Wars battle ship. "Do you see this?"

I nodded slowly. We all have that one sibling who simply dramatizes everything.

"One simply does not ruin one of our precious Lego projects, and does not help us put it back together!" Matthew emphasized every word, trying to make himself seem angry for the the sake of Bobby. He could really care less about it being broken, he loved putting things back together. Maybe he could do that for Luke and I's relationship. . .

"How about this, I'll help you put it back together? It's the least I could do for letting my 'jerk of a boyfriend' destroy your toy," I said, I really wanted to go to the beach.

Matthew and Bobby shared a look. Oh, great. Here it comes. "Nah, no thanks," Bobby said quickly as he rejected my offer nonchalantly.

"You're not the best at building Legos," Matthew said, copying Bobby's manner. "Just do us one favor?"

"Get to the point already!" I yelled, my irritation growing noticeably thin.

"Don't ask us to put anything back together, it's the least we can do for you," Bobby said holding his tiny hand up to his heart, wiping a fake tear, as he and Matthew scrambled away from me.

"You guys are so annoying!" I yelled, as I head out the door to the beach.

I kicked off my sandals, and dug my feet into the cool, warm sand. I sighed, tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear. I watched the ocean for a bit, washing as the waves crashed violently onto the sand and nearby rocks. I loved the scent of the ocean, it reminded me of a certain someone.

My attention turned towards a flock of seagulls surrounding a dead body of a seal. Awesome, adding more sadness to my day. I ran up to them shooing them away, and stared at the creature in sadness. A chunk of it's side was chewed out, and pieces of it's insides were laying next to. How it washed up this far out from the shore, confused me. I guess the tides were powerful enough. A piece of seaweed was flung onto the body, which made me jump back in suprise.

My eyes slowly traveled up to the figure of. . .Percy.

Oh, damn, Percy.

I couldn't let my girly side that the best of me, but this was one of the very few times it has lost. I couldn't help but stare at his toned figure. He was lean, and slender, yet he was muscular at the same time. Not beefy muscular, which I liked. He had a small tattoo of a trident near his hip, which made me raise my eyebrows. His immensely black wet hair clunged to his forehead, blocking a tad bit of his eyes. His eyes had to be the most unique shade of green I have seen. People had pretty green eyes, while Percy had gorgeous green eyes. They were a mixture of emerald green, and sea green with tiny flicks of unnoticable blue hidden somewhere in them. He was wearing red and black swimming shorts, and a shark tooth necklace around his neck. In his hands, he held a surf board.

"How suprising, the skater boy turns out to be a surfer," I said gesturing to his surf board, with a smirk.

Percy grinned at me. "I'm going to pretend like you weren't staring at me too long for comfort, because you seem like you're doing a pretty good job at it."

I tried very hard to hide my blush, I couldn't let this boy find my weakness. "Sorry for being a girl, it's what we do," I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Percy nodded, smirking at bit. He took a set down his surf board, and sat down next to me. We sat there for a about two minutes, staring out at the ocean. Percy look serene, and collected, I didn't want to interrupt this moment. Though, I guess he didn't seem to care.

"I'm sorry, but the silence is killing me here," Percy said sheepishly.

"Why?" I frowned.

"ADHD," Percy explained, as he looked down.

I nodded. "I have that too, I take pills. But you know how those don't always work," I said, pushing my shoulder against his, shoving him a little.

Percy looked suprised. "I would never suspect someone like you to have that."

I looked at him weirdly. "What is someone like me, care to elaborate?"

Percy shook his head. "I hardly know you, but we all have that vibe we give off. Like a first impression."

"Well, how about I rephrase this: what vibe do I give off?" I questioned, I really wanted to know what Percy thought of me.

"You seem like a total nerd, while we were at the lecture you kept on using really big words. Not even my mother would understand. Plus, you sort of shine with this sort of intellectual charisma that makes you slightly less annoying."

"I just love your wide set of vocabulary. Big words, impressive," I said, jokingly whilst ignoring his partial insult.

"I'm not the smartest person out there," Percy said, defending himself.

"Yeah, I can tell," I said, bitting my lip restraining myself from laughing a Percy's glare.

"Also, you don't seem like the type of person I'd hang out with," Percy said, looking away.

"Why not?"

"We're complete opposites. The nerd, and the guy who barely passes his classes with a 'C' average."

I tucked my knees underneath me, and turned to him. "So? Me and Thalia, are somewhat different. Unlikely friends are the best type of friends you could have." I didn't want him to feel as though because we were noticeable opposites that that meant being friends was near impossible.

Percy's eyes light up, and he gave me a mischevious grin. "Seems to me like you really want to be my friend."

"Pfft. No. Well, maybe? Nah, not really. OK, yes," I finally admitted. "It's just odd to ask someone to be your friend, it sort of just happens."

Percy saved me from embarassing myself even more, well, after he finished laughing at me. "So, you live around here?"

"Yup, just up that hill," I said, pointing my finger towards the area my house was located. "Do you live here?"

Percy thought for a second. "Not really, my mom and I are staying with my great Uncle Nereus. I'm pretty sure you know him, he's freaking crazy. If you already haven't noticed." I laughed, and nodded.

"Oh, I know him. Old man Nereus is what we call him. He was pressed with charges for an attempt of drowning some kid. It was when I was, like, fourteen."

Percy raised his hand slowly. "I was that kid."

I couldn't help but laugh, I know it was rude. But, seriously? "Why? What did you do?"

Percy smiled. "Erm, he didn't want to take his medication and I chased him all the way down to beach, where we wrestled for a while, until we moved into the water. And he tried to drown me."

"Wow, you must've really felt the love that day, huh?" I said, laughing a bit.

"New subject! I really don't want to discuss how I came close to death, if you don't mind?" Percy retorted sarcastically.

"I haven't seen you anywhere before, and I've nearly met all of Thalia's family members," I said, curiously. Hoping he would get what I was implying.

"Well, you know I used to live in the Bronx," he said the word like it disgusted him. "But, I've been kicked out of numerous schools. . .So, you know. I was at Goode High for my sophmore year, but I got expelled," Percy clenched his fists as if the memory sickened him. "Luckily, I'm being accepted in this year."

"How did you get suspended?"

"Fight."

"With who?"

"Luke Castellan."

I tried my hardest not to express shock. I was absent my whole sophmore year at Goode, my mother had wanted me to travel with her around the world. Studying the different architecture of different cultures. Not once have I heard of Luke getting into a fight with someone. No wonder why Thalia absolutely hated Luke.

"Oh," I said, quietly.

"Why does that suprise you?" Percy questioned.

"Luke happens to be my boyfriend."

That sentence probably changed Percy's whole perspective on me, from right there.

And there's a wrap. I wanted to write more, but I'm not sure if you guys like longer chapters?! So, if you do please put in a review, requesting that. I feel like this chapter is really short. I know there's hardly any fluff, but I'm trying to be realistic. Next chapter will be fluffified.

~I'm going to get more into Percy's background.

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