Chapter 2:

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A/N: I know this one's short (the next chapter is as well) but I'm updating this one and the next quickly so there won't be too much of a wait. Thank you so much to those who reviewed, followed and even FAVOURITED!

Lol this one's a bit depressing but oh well :)

End of the Day

Annabeth POV:

"Matthew Taylor?" read the teacher as she squinted her eyes to look at the small handwriting.

"Here, Miss!" joyfully exclaimed the teenager, excited at actually having received a Valentines gift.

I couldn't stop myself smiling at the happiness days like today brought.

Wishing, praying, begging and hoping to all the gods and higher powers that Nico would finally bring himself to give me a gift and ultimately, ask me out, was all I could think about.
'Wouldn't that just be magical' strayed my line of thinking.

"Freddie Wilison?" our teacher asked once again, answered with the cry of "here".

"Annabeth Chase?"

If my ears could prick up like a dogs, they sure did. My undivided attention was now fixed on what was in hands. A black heart shaped box with red streaks dancing across the surface of it in her right, and pretty pink box tied with a red bow in her left. The latter seemed eerily familiar, but I was much too focused on the night black one to wonder who else in our class decided they would give me a gift.

'Nico likes black,' replayed over and over in my head.

I took a moment to sit back and regain my composure. I sounded like a desperate love-sick puppy, and if there was anything I didn't want to be, that was it. Taking in the expressions of other people, I scanned the room for a certain boy.

It was his surprise that alerted not just me, but the attention of a few other people.

Percy Jackson had received a Valentines gift.

Not to be mean or anything, but Percy was one of those people that didn't involve himself in the chasing of girls like the rest of the grade did, and preferred to focus himself on his sporting, family, friends and catching up on topics in class that he just didn't understand with tutors. So one could say it was a miracle that Percy received one, especially since the the only real female interaction he had was with Sally and I, and I'm sure I didn't accidentally send him one; or anyone for that matter. His looked awfully similar to mine.

Fixating myself back on the situation on my desk, I proceeded to open the black one first.

Merrily and much to my delight, I inwardly squealed and did a million jumps into the air at the note inside it, signed off by none other than Nico Di Angelo.

'That idiotic ghost finally decided to man-up and do it,' I smiled. 'Took him long enough'.

Sitting back into my chair, I let out a long pent-up sigh. The sky had just been lifted off my shoulders. He wasn't in my class, but I would see him later today, after school.

Reaching forward, I grabbed the remaining heart-shaped package and stared at the outline, dumbfounded as to who this mysterious other person is.

And then I began to open it.

A note sat atop of the glazed chocolates.

What absorbed me completely was the dominant green handwriting that filled up the entire page. It was creepily akin to something I was sure I had seen before, but just couldn't put my finger on.

'Dear Annabeth,

By now I'm sure you've figured out who it is writing this. I decided to finally build up enough courage today to tell you how I really feel, after not doing it for so long. So, instead of actually telling you, I decided to write a poem :)'

My heart rate begin to accelerate, although I still couldn't associate it with anyone. It was like my brain had figured it out, but I was just that little bit delayed in keeping up with it.

'You walked with me everyday,

We laughed and talked,

You truly have a way.

It was hard for me to write this,

But I know that it's worth it.

In the end, bottling all the pain.

Signed, your Seaweed Brain'

I could feel the pounding of my heart as it raced, complimenting the state of shock I was in.

The person was...

Percy Jackson?

It couldn't be.

I could feel my hands begin to shake, but I had to see him.

Looking up, my eyes weren't met with his. He was looking across the room. At Bianca Di Angelo.

Everything made sense.

The green handwriting... Percy's favourite colour.

The black box... Nico's.

Percy similar black box... Nico's sister, Bianca.

It was all too much to handle.

Percy looked away from Bianca, and locked eyes with me.

He realized.

I don't feel the same way back.

Fear and panic seized him. Flashes of hurt rippled across his face, as he abruptly stood up. The whole class quietened and watched the scene unfolding before them.

Percy turned and bolted out of the classroom from embarrassment at his rejection.

Trailing behind him, pieces of his shattered heart.

For Percy Jackson had been broken.