Authors Note: Well....yeah. I dunno why but I think I got Percy's character a bit wrong last time. But not to worry. I'll fix it. (: Anyway...this is Annabeth's POV, too. I love doing that because I'm more like HER than PERCY. Not only because he's a guy. ;D Anywho; ENJOY! OH YEAH. And I forgot to mention. The whole kissing under water thing didn't happen. Let's just pretend that Percy and Annabeth ate the cupcake and went to bed.

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Annabeth's POV:

I was climbing into the elevator of the Dare's home. I didn't like Rachel, but I knew Percy was here. His mom wanted him for something, thus, I'm here. In her house.

In case I haven't made it obvious, I am not a fan of Percy's "friend" Rachel. She's a disgusting excuse for a girl. Whenever Percy's around she giggles and flirts and is just...stupid. Too girly. Percy would never like her. I think.

I am hoping that Percy would've taken a hint by now. But nooooo. He's just as clueless as he was 2 years ago when I kissed him at Mount St. Helens.

But back to reality. I was standing in the elevator in my school uniform; white mini skirt, white shirt, red tie and short-sleeved red blazer, waiting to see whatever Percy and Rachel were doing.

Did mention how much I hate being here?

And as I busted through the elevator doors I saw him. And her.

Kissing.

For a second, all i could feel was hurt. My eyes welled up and began burning with the stupid tears. Then, anger. Then, nothing.

Just...nothing.

The moment I had walked in he pushed her off of him. Percy's face was beat red. Rachel had a smirk on.

So, I did one of the stupidest things in my life.

I punched her.

Don't ask me why, because I don't know. One moment I walked in, the next I saw they were kissing, then they jumped apart then I punched her.

And when my fist connected with her jaw, I've gotta say, It was great.

I hated Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

Anyway, now I could hear Percy's jaw on the floor. So, I simply walked over, grabbed his elbow and walked out the door. We stood in silence in the elevator. I hated him for kissing her. I hated her for kissing him. Could she not see that I hated it?

It was stupid! Idiotic! Just...a waste of time.

I don't know. I didn't know. I would never know.

Ugh. My thoughts hurt. I don't want to think about this.

I decided to screw everything and once the elevator was at our floor, I walked out, heading towards the car.

Percy, who'd finally caught up with reality, was jogging to keep up. "Annabeth," he said, confused and frantic. "Slow down! Wait! We need to..."

I ignored him. Right now, I felt like punching him, too. But then I realized...it didn't matter. He liked Rachel. Rachel was his. He was Rachel's.

I felt the hurt set in...but it was irrational. Stupid. I didn't like Percy Jackson like that. No! Never! We were best friends. Sure, I'd kissed him once, but that was only because I thought I'd never see him again. And because I had always been curious of what his lips would feel like.

But, still! Never. I've been living with Percy since the War finished, which was 8 months ago. I know too much about him. I shouldn't like him.

But...I was Athena'a daughter. I knew my emotions. I was wise. I was rational.

So, I had to admit...what I did back there proved how much I liked him.

And it was a lot. A lot a lot.

Percy's POV:

All I could think was that Annabeth punched Rachel. Annabeth punched Rachel.

I hadn't even had time to say bye. Annabeth just pulled me away and downstairs. And to say the elevator ride was akward would be the understatment of the year.

It made no sense! Annabeth punched her for no reason...Or a reason I couldn't see.

Maybe I was stupid. Or clueless. Or both.

But...why? The question kept pounding in my head. Why did Annabeth act like that? She was never a violent person; only in battle. She was calm, collected, solemn. Never spontaneous or irrational.

I guess I'd just have to leave it.

And that's pretyt much how things went with me and Annabeth; if we didn't understand we just left it. We didn't talk about it or even hint anything about it. Just...nothing. Left it in a pile of "things we'll have to talk about someday".

Right now, I was sitting in the car while Annabeth was driving us to what I thought was Olympus. We still had said nothing. I wondered about what she was thinking. She had that stubbornly empty and yet steely look on her face. One I'd seen on Athena a billion times before.

Her eyes were different though. The stormy grey orbs were dancing with anger. I knew Annabeth, so I knew not to say anything she was angry. Most girls would just blabber when they were angry; like Rachel.

But not Annabeth. She'd just shut up and sit tight until she felt better.

Soon enough we reached the Empire State building. We walked in, me behind Annabeth, and she paid the security guy a drachma. We headed into the elevator and pressed the button with the Greek sign. This time, I spoke.

"Annabeth," I said. Her eyes turned on me. I cleared my throat. "Um, I, just, I didn't mean to."

What was I talking about? Why was I even talking?

She arched an eyebrow, waiting. "I didn't mean to kiss her," I said in my shaky voice. She was making me so nervous. It didn't help that her short skirt was showing off so much of her smooth, long legs.

"How about this, Seaweed Brain," she said, looking away, at the number thing that shows what floor we were on. "Lets just not talk about, okay?"

I nodded, gulping. Glad we finally had that out of the way. I hated being on weird terms with Annabeth. She was my best friend. "So. Why are we here?"

"Your dad said he wanted you while I was fixing up a statue of him. He said he needed to talk to you," she said, her eyes clouded with curiosity. Then they locked with mine. "I wonder why..."

We didn't say anything more since the lift finally reached our floor. We walked out and into the bright greatness of Olympus.

I saw my dad sitting on his throne a couple of hundred meters away. I started walking alongside Annabeth towards him. She kept analyzing Poseidon, analyzing being one of her favorite hobbies, trying figure out what he was thinking. Her eyebrows were all scrunched up, something I remember her saying looked cute on me.

I wonder if she...that would explain why she punched...but no. No, no, no. Annabeth Chase, daughter of Athena, one of the most sought after girls at camp, liking me? Percy Jackson, dorky hero?

Never. It just couldn't happen. And plus, we were best friends, and just...couldn't.

Anyway, we'd now reached my dad. I knelled down, bowing to him. He gestured for me to get up, smiling and said; "Well, Percy. I'm glad you came."

Confusion. Why was he being so weird? "Uh, I'm glad I came, too, Dad. So, what's up?"

"Oh, well," he started, clearing his throat. This was only getting worse. He only cleared his throat when he needed to talk about something serious. "I just wanted you to meet someone."

"Oh, really?" I asked, eyebrows raised. "Where are they?"

"Um, well," he was turning red. I wondered why. This was pretty weird, my dad blushing. I glanced at Annabeth, throwing her my "what the heck is going on look". She threw me the same one back.

"Phoebe!" he called.

A girl with long, long black hair, same as mine and Dad's, came into view. She had light brown eyes, speckled with silver. She was tall and skinny. Okay-looking I guessed. Nothing next to the girl standing next to me, whom I (the pervert who thought like this about his BEST FRIEND), thought was more beautiful than even Aphrodite.

"Percy," said my Dad, "This is Phoebe Jenkins. She's your sister."

Holy mother of the gods.

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So, yeah. That's it for now. I know, I know. Such a used idea. But I needed something that woudl make Percy want to run away for our ROAD TRIP! This chapter wasn't that fun to write but the next one is great.

PS. Sorry for these Cliffies.

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