Annabeth:
"I'm lu-ving this!" Rachel called out while sipping her drink.
"Rach, we've been here for an hour, and this is your first drink. You hang out with, like, the god of partying. How are you 'lu-ving' this?" I asked while taking a sip of my own drink.
"Apollo is also the god of steamy nights. Sure, we go out to clubs, but I cant drink. He thinks that he'll lose control, and the Oracle must keep her 'V' ring," Rachel looked at her hand. To ward off guys, she wore a purity ring. Either they thought it was a purity ring or wedding ring. Both aren't too preferable with guys.
"Sorry, forgot," I took another sip of the drink.
"Speaking of steamy nights, when the last time you had one?" Rachel smiled.
"Ugh, turns out being a single mom hurts your love life," I sighed.
"You never answered my question," Rachel nudged me.
"Around three years," I answered.
"Now that we're on the topic of Three Years, where is that Kelp Head?" Rachel asked.
"We don't even know he's coming," I told her.
"We do now," Rachel pointed to a young guy walking next to another man. Looking at him, I felt my heart stop. It had been three years since I had last seen him, but the sight of him still sent sparks coursing through my body. His green eyes looked jet lagged as he pulled his suitcase along behind him.
"Annabeth!" Rachel snapped her fingers in front of my face.
"How long was I out?" I asked.
"Ten- fifteen- seconds," Rachel shrugged.
"Perfect," I sighed.
"Someone's not over him," Rachel poked me.
"I am, too. He just reminds me of Luka," I told her. Luka was one of the many nicknames for Luke.
"He should," Rachel crossed her arms. I looked back down. I've got to work on what I say.
"I guess this means your sorry-" my phone started to play. I snapped up the Droid X.
"Hello?" I slid out of my seat at the bar to find a place where Rachel couldn't send me 'TELL-HIM!' looks.
"Annabeth?"
"Yeah, Dad. Is he okay?" I hurried to ask my dad.
"Luke's fine. I called to check on you," my dad answered.
"Dad, your turning to Rachel. I'm fine," I answered.
"Sweetheart, are you going to tell him?" Dad asked me.
"Dad, I'll see how it works out. Tell Luka I love and miss him," I told him.
"Fine. Bye, Annabeth," Dad told me. I hung up and fell back to the wall.
"Ugh!" I yelled.
"Annabeth?" a voice asked. My heart stopped again. Why was this starting to become a regular thing? I looked up to see Percy. Sure, he was pale from jet lag, and his eyes were tired. But, he still looked like hotter than California in July. Oh gods, I'm going Aphro Girl. Ugh!
"Percy?" I asked. He smiled.
"Yeah. How have you been? I haven't seen you in, what? Three years?" Percy looked at me. I tried to control the blush that was forming on my cheeks.
"Yeah, about three years. Um, I'm good. Just moved back to New York. How are you? Still loving Hawaii?" I asked him.
"Actually, I'm finished there. The job was only for two years. I'm moving to New York to work on the Hudson," Percy answered. New York? He could see Luke.
"Perce," a guy's voice called out.
"Coming!" Percy yelled back.
"I better go. You know how Grover get's. It's been great seeing you, Annabeth," Percy smiled before walking away. I nodded and watched him go. As soon as I knew he couldn't see me, I shrunk down to the ground. The father of my child. I just saw the father of my child. He was living in the same place I was. I had to tell him. I had to. Just how?
"Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep," the alarm clock rang. In my head it was mocking me with 'Anna. Beth. Get. Up.'
"Ugh," Luke moaned. I looked back down at my one-year old.
"Luka, wakey wakey," I nudged him.
"Mommy, I don't wanna get up," Luke complained as his sea green eyes fluttered open.
"Fine, then I guess you don't want waffles," I looked away. Luke jumped straight out of bed and ran to the door in the toddler waddle I love.
"Ughh!" I opened my eyes. No Luke. No Percy. Nobody but me. The reunion was for the next three days. Parties each night. Great. More hangovers.
"Annabeth, wake up!" Rachel continued to rock me to wake me up.
"Why?" I moaned.
"Because, we are going to the coffee shop downstairs. Then I'm going to the pool to wear a small bikini. You are going to work on your book in the coffee shop. Then we are going shopping. Because I am soo not wearing the dress Apollo told me to wear. You can so not wear the one you have either," Rachel told me. I groaned.
"Fine," I slipped out of the hotel bed and went over to the closet. I slid on a pair of jeans and reached for a blue button up.
"Uh-uh," Rachel shook her head at the top.
"What do you want me to wear then?" I crossed my arms. Rachel pushed pass me and reached for a grey peasant blouse with a drawstring at the bottom.
"Oh, and wear these," Rachel reached for a pair of grey flats and forced both items into my arms.
"Fine," I rolled my eyes and ran into the bathroom to change. Finally, I tied the drawstring and looked at myself. My curls were pushed into a bun and dark circles rimmed my eyes. I forced my hair down to look at my hair. I managed to push the brush through the tangles. My hair bounced right back to the wavy curls it always held. I spread the concealer over my pale face and threw on a little blush.
"Better. Now come on," Rachel pulled me by my arm. In her other arm, she held my oversized grey bag and her drawn-on canvas tote.
"Rachel! What's the hurry?" I asked.
"You'll see," Rachel continued to run in her converse. Why had I agreed to these stiff flats? I groaned as she pushed me into the elevator. Nervously, she tapped her tennis shoes. She was up to something.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Getting coffee. What else?" Rachel didn't meet my gaze.
"Fine," I raised my eyebrows as if ordering her to tell me. She just guiltily looked at the elevator floor. I rolled my grey eyes. Followed by a ding of the elevator door, I shouldered my grey bag and followed her into the lobby.
"It's time!" Rachel yelled as we got into the coffee shop. I looked at her with surprise. Rachel pushed me forward until I was standing a mere three inches away from Percy. Behind Percy, Grover pushed him to three centimeters away from me. Embarrassed, I blushed to the color of Rachel's hair. Percy looked down and smiled nervously.
"Now, both of you, stay. If either of you leave, you're dead," Rachel warned.
"We'll be back in thirty minutes. You both better still be here then," Grover told us. We nodded and watched them go.
"Well, this wasn't how I planned it, but I was meaning to talk to you," Percy smiled. That goofy smile made me blush again.
"Me too," I smiled.
"So, care for a seat?" Percy asked. I nodded yes, and he pulled a seat open for me. Smiling, I sat and watched him sit in a seat across from me.
"So, you never answered. How was Hawaii?" I smiled.
